Post by Fiona McFly on Oct 23, 2018 2:26:05 GMT
Chapter X
“WHERE EVERYBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME”
15 October 2018 + 2230 GMT
”Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you got
Taking a break from all your worries
It sure would help a lot
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name
And they're always glad you came
You want to be where you can see
The troubles are all the same
You want to be where everybody knows your name…”
Autumn was alive and thriving in Boston.
The stars were out, both inside AND outside of Cheers Beacon Hill.
It is at this historic bar and restaurant, where its exterior was utilised in the long-running TV series that inspired its current name, where we find Fiona McFly and Debbie Fisher. For a Monday night, the rustic interior was relatively devoid of patrons save for the two women and a few loyal customers. It was a relaxing environment where people could gather around and make friends, all the while sharing stories of Octobers from years past.
One would think that, with the Red Sox competing for the American League pennant, the joint would be rocking and rolling. Yet instead, perhaps due to the fact it was a school night, the room was very subdued. A rather stunning-looking waitress, clad in a red apron to match the baseball team’s primary colour, strolled into the picture with a loving wink and welcoming smile.
WAITRESS:
What can I get you two to start off with this evening?
Debbie spoke up first, using a loud “tourist” tone.
DEBBIE FISHER:
I wanna try some o’ that barbecue flatbread pizza with some ginger ale.
WAITRESS:
That’s a goody right there. You, ma’am?
Fiona peered through the menu’s options with a slight grin on her mug before making her choice.
FIONA MCFLY:
I’ll try the same thing please.
The waitress, after writing the initial orders down on a notepad with a modern quill pen, made her way towards the kitchen as Fiona and Debbie laughed at what was playing on the high-def TV, a random Geico commercial. It was the perfect way to waste a little time whilst waiting for their appetizers and drinks to be served, but Fiona wasn’t exactly known for milking out things. She wanted to get down to the heart of Debbie’s perceived quagmire.
FIONA:
So you wanted to tell me something very important, right?
DEBBIE:
Yup, I did...but I dunno if I can say it without, ya know, angerin’ or upsettin’ you…
Fiona eked out a slight chuckle and threw her hands in the air, feigning exasperation.
FIONA:
Just get to the point and tell me, a’right?! I won’t be upset with you now as opposed to, say, if I found you’ve been hiding something later on. Whatever you tell me, I’ll let me mind process it, okay?
The old woman nodded, listening to Fiona’s words intently.
DEBBIE:
I want you to know that I ain’t hidin’ nothin’ for the sake of hidin’. It’s just...I dunno if you’ll actually be able to fully believe what I’m about to tell ya. You might think it’s too fantastic or wacky and, welp, get all in a dither about it...
FIONA:
Once more, I’ll figure out a way to think things through. You can trust me on that one.
Debbie smiled warmly.
DEBBIE:
I’m proud of ya, Fiona. You’re learnin’ the one thing I could never do in my life…analyzin’ somethin’ instead of just speakin’ out loud.
Debbie paused, taking a deep breath whilst looking up at the old-style analog clock hanging on the northern wall. She bowed her head slowly, reaching a moment of clarity.
DEBBIE:
That bein’ said, it’s ‘bout time I was honest with you...and with myself. I’m not actually ‘Debbie Fisher.’ I am...you, Fiona McFly.
Fiona’s eyes widened at the news. She took a deep breath and watched in bewilderment as the old woman took off her “cowgirl” Stetson hat, revealing a flowing silver hairstyle and the complexion of an elderly woman that had accepted her own mortality.
OLD FIONA:
(in her original Irish-British accent)
I come from the year 2058…from the future.
Fiona slumped in her chair, gasping in shock at the sudden change in accents and peering her eyes upon Old Fiona’s scarred visage, a testament to the outright living hell she had been through in her life.
She had zero clue on how to process everything she heard.
Fiona McFly had so much hope and promise for the future, one that she often prayed would be filled with nothing else except peace and prosperity around the world. It was a credo that her beloved grandfather had passed down to her, implanting his words of encouragement deep within her collective consciousness. Never, even in her wildest dreams, did she know that she would be staring into the face of a woman that would be her future self.
She was rendered speechless and bewildered, unable to ponder the simple things anyone should ask about someone:
”What did she want?! How the hell did she even get here?!”
And most important of all…”Why!?!”
Old Fiona--a.k.a. “Debbie Fisher”--was the direct manifestation of everything her counterpart prayed she would never wish to experience--war, abandonment, and servitude. The annals of time had ravaged her in so many different ways, her wrinkled dimples revealing a deep sense of physical and emotional distress. Yet still, her younger self was in a state of extreme disbelief as the elder lady pointed to the lockets both women wore--with the heart and olive branches--and slowly nodded.
The vibes between the pair turned quiet and somber.
As the waitress brought their appetizers to the table, young Fiona kept staring into her elder counterpart’s eyes, unable to fully analyse and assess anything that came into her mind.
She had NO way of knowing how she was going to accept things from this day forward…
~TO BE CONTINUED~
“WHERE EVERYBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME”
15 October 2018 + 2230 GMT
”Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you got
Taking a break from all your worries
It sure would help a lot
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name
And they're always glad you came
You want to be where you can see
The troubles are all the same
You want to be where everybody knows your name…”
Autumn was alive and thriving in Boston.
The stars were out, both inside AND outside of Cheers Beacon Hill.
It is at this historic bar and restaurant, where its exterior was utilised in the long-running TV series that inspired its current name, where we find Fiona McFly and Debbie Fisher. For a Monday night, the rustic interior was relatively devoid of patrons save for the two women and a few loyal customers. It was a relaxing environment where people could gather around and make friends, all the while sharing stories of Octobers from years past.
One would think that, with the Red Sox competing for the American League pennant, the joint would be rocking and rolling. Yet instead, perhaps due to the fact it was a school night, the room was very subdued. A rather stunning-looking waitress, clad in a red apron to match the baseball team’s primary colour, strolled into the picture with a loving wink and welcoming smile.
WAITRESS:
What can I get you two to start off with this evening?
Debbie spoke up first, using a loud “tourist” tone.
DEBBIE FISHER:
I wanna try some o’ that barbecue flatbread pizza with some ginger ale.
WAITRESS:
That’s a goody right there. You, ma’am?
Fiona peered through the menu’s options with a slight grin on her mug before making her choice.
FIONA MCFLY:
I’ll try the same thing please.
The waitress, after writing the initial orders down on a notepad with a modern quill pen, made her way towards the kitchen as Fiona and Debbie laughed at what was playing on the high-def TV, a random Geico commercial. It was the perfect way to waste a little time whilst waiting for their appetizers and drinks to be served, but Fiona wasn’t exactly known for milking out things. She wanted to get down to the heart of Debbie’s perceived quagmire.
FIONA:
So you wanted to tell me something very important, right?
DEBBIE:
Yup, I did...but I dunno if I can say it without, ya know, angerin’ or upsettin’ you…
Fiona eked out a slight chuckle and threw her hands in the air, feigning exasperation.
FIONA:
Just get to the point and tell me, a’right?! I won’t be upset with you now as opposed to, say, if I found you’ve been hiding something later on. Whatever you tell me, I’ll let me mind process it, okay?
The old woman nodded, listening to Fiona’s words intently.
DEBBIE:
I want you to know that I ain’t hidin’ nothin’ for the sake of hidin’. It’s just...I dunno if you’ll actually be able to fully believe what I’m about to tell ya. You might think it’s too fantastic or wacky and, welp, get all in a dither about it...
FIONA:
Once more, I’ll figure out a way to think things through. You can trust me on that one.
Debbie smiled warmly.
DEBBIE:
I’m proud of ya, Fiona. You’re learnin’ the one thing I could never do in my life…analyzin’ somethin’ instead of just speakin’ out loud.
Debbie paused, taking a deep breath whilst looking up at the old-style analog clock hanging on the northern wall. She bowed her head slowly, reaching a moment of clarity.
DEBBIE:
That bein’ said, it’s ‘bout time I was honest with you...and with myself. I’m not actually ‘Debbie Fisher.’ I am...you, Fiona McFly.
Fiona’s eyes widened at the news. She took a deep breath and watched in bewilderment as the old woman took off her “cowgirl” Stetson hat, revealing a flowing silver hairstyle and the complexion of an elderly woman that had accepted her own mortality.
OLD FIONA:
(in her original Irish-British accent)
I come from the year 2058…from the future.
Fiona slumped in her chair, gasping in shock at the sudden change in accents and peering her eyes upon Old Fiona’s scarred visage, a testament to the outright living hell she had been through in her life.
She had zero clue on how to process everything she heard.
Fiona McFly had so much hope and promise for the future, one that she often prayed would be filled with nothing else except peace and prosperity around the world. It was a credo that her beloved grandfather had passed down to her, implanting his words of encouragement deep within her collective consciousness. Never, even in her wildest dreams, did she know that she would be staring into the face of a woman that would be her future self.
She was rendered speechless and bewildered, unable to ponder the simple things anyone should ask about someone:
”What did she want?! How the hell did she even get here?!”
And most important of all…”Why!?!”
Old Fiona--a.k.a. “Debbie Fisher”--was the direct manifestation of everything her counterpart prayed she would never wish to experience--war, abandonment, and servitude. The annals of time had ravaged her in so many different ways, her wrinkled dimples revealing a deep sense of physical and emotional distress. Yet still, her younger self was in a state of extreme disbelief as the elder lady pointed to the lockets both women wore--with the heart and olive branches--and slowly nodded.
The vibes between the pair turned quiet and somber.
As the waitress brought their appetizers to the table, young Fiona kept staring into her elder counterpart’s eyes, unable to fully analyse and assess anything that came into her mind.
She had NO way of knowing how she was going to accept things from this day forward…
~TO BE CONTINUED~
Well howdy there pardner.