A certain not-so-abandoned warehouse - Friday after classes...

[badassprodigy]

Last week while Barry had been doing a survey of the island, he had found a perfect location for his new lab/workshop in the land of abandoned warehouses on the Southwestern portion of the island. The space was perfect and the power supply was... well he was going to upgrade that anyway.

After making arrangements through a Portalocity approved shipping service, Barry was all set to move in and was waiting for his shipment to arrive and get his lab set up.

The only problem being that someone had already locked up the warehouse with a series of sophisticated locks and alarm devices.

"Fuck that!"

Which is why Barry was in the process of bypassing those locks and alarms to get to his warehouse before his lab equipment arrived.

Except he might have tripped one tiny-itty-bitty motion sensor detector. Oops.

[For two people in particular... Also NFB]

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[raspberryturk]

"Only person I trust upgrading my EMR is me," Reno snorted, giving his baton another tap across the shoulder. "Rikku gets to poke at it... sometimes, yo."

But he was sleeping with Rikku. So.

"I dunno..." He looked at Rikku sidelong, smirking faintly. "What do you figure we should do with him, babe?"

[the_merriest]

There was a student here, so Rikku was going to avoid making pointed remarks about how much Reno liked it when she poked at his rod.

"Ra ec ytunypma," she laughed. "Fa cruimt ytubd res."

He's adorable. We should adopt him.

He reminded her of one of the Al Bhed, a child prodigy named Shinra. Better not to mention that; Reno always got a little uneasy around him. Not the kid's fault, but considering the name, she couldn't really blame Reno, either.

"How good are you with hydroponics?" she asked. "I could consider letting you share the space, if you help with some of our projects. My people back home need a lot of help."

Please. She was totally going to let him stay. She just, you know, wanted to see what she could get out of the arrangement, first.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry frowned a bit. Share? He so sucked at sharing but damn it he really did want this specific warehouse.

"If you need a bitching hydroponics setup I can rig something up for your own people at no time with zero waste and either be solar or nuclear powered. Probably give you increased output too if you don't have too many weird fucking vegetables on your world," Barry said getting lost in thought as formulations for a portable hydroponics bay was formulated in his head. "I also have a food replicator that I created when I was ten but it only makes grits."

[raspberryturk]

"Solar," Reno said, about a beat too quickly. A moment later, he followed up with a slightly more subdued, "... Solar, yo."

And then he looked at Rikku and added, "Dra get'c csynd, ramm, Barry bnupypmo ajah sayhc famm, pid E's hud nayto du dnicd ra lyh nek ib y hilmayn bufanat cocdas fedruid dra nacimdehk cred-duh uv nyteuyldeja fycda dryd kuac fedr ed. E ys cu vilgehk tuha fedr nyteuyldeja fycdac yht kuttysh nayldun samdtufhc, yo."

Which, roughly translated, meant, 'Nuclear? Nope.'

Then he looked back at Barry.

"Solar. And we double that recipe. Edge is still starving after that meteor came down."

Not half as badly as it once was, since Reno had helped the WRO set up a rudimentary hydroponics system, and Karla and Aerith had done their magic land-healer voodoo on at least some of the desert out there. But it still wasn't pretty.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Meteor? Shit. So that simulation wasn't some George Lucas bullshit?" Barry shook his head. "Fuck. Okay. You guys are going to need more than some fucking hydroponics to get by. I can help out with that shit."

[raspberryturk]

Reno snorted.

"Lucas? Hardly. I toned that fucker down so as to not scare the class," Reno replied, dead serious. "Left out the reactor meltdown, the giant monsters, the planet's life force comin' up through the ground and spreading the infected cells of a million-year-old evil space bitch all around..."

Doomsday had kinda been pretty thorough on Gaia.

"... Like, all of the fucking pollution, though the sky ain't really the color of spinach-encrusted nosebleed snot anymore..."

Really, really thorough.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry rolled his eyes. "Well then fuck me gently with a chainsaw," he said pulling out his cellphone. "We got a ton a shit to do then. I'm going to need air samples, soil samples, plant samples. If you guys and have any medical facilities I'm going to need a breakdown on the effects it's had on your physiology, blood samples, genome mapping. Shit, I'm going to need everything."

He took a break from talking to hit speed dial. "Yeah, account number 62-52-Delta-3-7-9-Alpha. In addition to my regular shipment I'm going to need some pool supplies, the entire collection of Punky Brewster on betamax and five cases of delicious chocolate Yoohoo. No. The fucking code word is delicious chocolate Yoohoo, I don't fucking want five cases of Yoohoo."

He clicked off his phone. "My shit will be here in twenty minutes. Oh, and unless I tell you otherwise, don't touch my shit unless you want a fucking ecological disaster on this island."

[the_merriest]

"If you cause an ecological disaster on the island, you're totally evicted," Rikku said, in her sternest tone. "And you're gonna have to fix it and apologize, like, publicly. I mean it."

She was glancing back at Reno before lifting her shoulders. "My people aren't all ... screwed up by Meteor or anything," she said. "We're just trying to reverse-engineer our way out of the Stone Age. I'm not sure what we're gonna do if the satellite stops working."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"I'm on the radio every week. I'll apologize if I fucking have to but it's usually fine as long as no one touches my stuff," Barry replied with a twitch. "And wait... you two are from fucking different worlds? We'll then I'll need the same information from you as well as the schematics and power source information on your satellite."

Barry was geeking out on the inside. Two different worlds and technology.

Oh, yeah baby.

And he was totally going to have to figure out this language of theirs. Just to make sure they weren't cussing at him in a different language.