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Gaius grinned broadly, more than happy to explain his grand plan. Slipping an arm behind Lucas, he guided--more like pushed--the dog-man back towards the site.

"Right now we're in the beginning stages of constructing our very own islander-only theater! Not labs built in any way!" he proclaimed proudly, neglecting to remember that the lumber and tools did come from them, but that was a minor detail to the featherbrain. "Right now we're still trying to find more hands to help with things..." Turning to face Lucas suddenly, he asked, "How are you with a saw?"

"Eh, uh?" He didn't put up any resistance as the pegasus pushed him along, but he looked at Gaius with a bewildered look. "A theater?" The idea struck him as being an odd thing to build.

"I've never used a saw before." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Um... I'm sorry, I've never been good with names. You are?"

"Remember... who's theater... it is, t'ank you!" Billy panted, dribbling a bit of water from his waterbottle into his mantle cavity and licked the edge of his beak, "Who's t'is, t'en?" He nodded towards Lucas.

"Ehe, yeah, Billy here came up with the idea first..." Gaius conceded with a sheepish grin and a nod.

He readied to drag Lucas along some more, not about to take 'no' for an answer if he resisted, when the guy paused, apparantly surprised. Gaius' ears perked up, eyes widening as Lucas re-introduced himself. "Lucas? You mean, the guy with glasses and the little dog? On the beach?" He rubbed a hand back over his wirey black hair, utterly stunned. "Geeze, I... I didn't even recognize you. I mean!" He winced. "Er, sorry. I think it's the fur... uh, all over. But... it's not bad, hey?" Pushing Billy one-handed, which proved ratch tricky with the bumpy ground, Gaius led Lucas over towards the tools. "At this point, any help will be a blessing! The more people we get, the faster this theater can get built! Besides, it's just me and Marshall working right now, and I think the poor guy's getting tired of digging." He chuckled, giving Lucas a hopeful glance.

"Hello," Lucas held up a hand in greeting to Billy.

"Yeah... I grew out of my glasses," he rubbed his small muzzle, "unfortunately my eyesight has remained the same." At the mention of Reuben he became a little depressed, but tried not to show it. "It's okay. I didn't recognize you either." He didn't dare complain about the heat under all that fur. Looking to Billy again, he really felt he had to place to complain.

With all the pushing and pulling, Lucas was starting to believe that escape might not be possible. It wouldn't be that bad? Just a little work? And he had been trying to get out of his room more. Even if construction wasn't someone he was familiar with, he could still use a job to get his mind off other things. "I...guess I can help out."

He looked back to Billy. It was difficult to make out the man's words with his heavy accent, but he got the gist. "Singing? Dunno. The most singing I've done is in the shower and everyone thinks they are good in there. I was in a high school play before."

The little consent was all Gaius was waiting for. Before he knew what had happened, a large handsaw was dumped into Lucas' arms and he was getting pushed over to a pile of lumber and a pair of wooden horses holding a plank already. "Singing can come later! First, we gotta get this whole thing built!" Brushing his hands together, Gaius grinned, fully in his element.

"Now! This here is your measuring tape," he picked up the little hand-sized gadget and set it back down by one of the horses, "and this is your pencil," he pointed beside it. "All you need to do is saw these planks down to six foot lengths and stick them over with the rest. The extra wood can go over in the scrap pile near the rest of the lumber." He pat Lucas firmly on the back, clearly glad to have another 'helper'. "Don't worry, I'm sure you can manage just fine!"

Looking back over his shoulder at Billy, he called, "Need anything else, Billy? Anything you want to see?"

Lucas managed out a quick "Hello" to the penguin before tools were dumped into his hands and he was pushed over to the pile of lumber. Gaius was a brave man to leave him with tools as sharp as this. At least it wasn't a powersaw.

"Er... yeah. I hope." He looked at the work ahead of him.

Hopefully sawing was as easy as Bob Vila always made it look. Tightening his ponytail, he picked up the measuring tape and got to work.