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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[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.