The not so abandoned warehouse - Saturday

[badassprodigy]

So. Barry was definitely Barry this weekend. In fact he wasn't even a berry.

He wasn't sure why the island had decided not to fuck with him this weekend but since it didn't he was going to take full advantage of it.

So he was situated in his lab studying his sensors trying to puzzle out what the fuck was going on.

[Open for SP. Distractions would be very welcome.]

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"Then I'll fit right in with everyone else this weekend," Kathy said, looking manifestly unconcerned about her possible incipient trollhood. "You up for company? I brought lunch."

Kathy had shown up expecting a stakeout. Her entire backpack was filled with food and it seemed like the perfect time to introduce Barry to banchan.

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"...The island is going nuts and you stopped to pick up lunch?"

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"If I had a dollar for every time the island went nuts, I might be able to rival your net worth, Barry." Kathy was making faces at the camera now. "Why should I go hungry because it's another weekend where everyone forgets who they are?"

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"Point. Doors are unlocked. I also ordered pizza," Barry replied.

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Kathy shot the video camera a V-sign and let herself in. "Oooh, pizza! What kind?" Yeah, she had a ton of food with her, but she also had a crazy-high metabolism to go with her superspeed and agility. She was even less inclined to turn down free food than the average teenager.

She glanced at his workstation but, as usual, couldn't make heads or tails of whatever he was doing. "New project?"

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"Trying to see what might have caused everyone to change bodies and go batshit," Barry said with a shrug. "You know. Same old same old."

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"Wouldn't that be easier with samples or something?" Kathy asked. "Seeing if there's a change on a cellular level? Or...something?" She knew a fair bit of science, but this island often left science curled up and crying in a corner. "I mean, it's more than just a physical or physiological change, but it doesn't make sense!"

Which was why she didn't try to figure it out.

"...Do you have a collection of samples or anything?"

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"Shit. This whole fucking island doesn't make sense," Barry shrugged. "I mean we can go around and take swab test until the cows come home but that's not going to answer any questions. When all the girls turned male I did the analysis and I still got shit for answers."

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"I dunno," Kathy said thoughtfully. "I mean, regardless of how, when we turned male, we were still us. These people seem to be entirely different, mentally and sometimes physically. But are they? If they are, where did they come from? Where did our friends go? Seeing if we could find some kind of link might not be the worst idea ever when it comes to figuring this out."

If that were even possible.

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"I spent a weekend thinking I was an owner of a gin joint a couple months ago," Barry said shaking his head. "Plus trying to get everyone affected to submit to a brain scan and a DNA test is too risky. I doubt they'd go for it anyway. Unless you want to go out there and knock some heads and then allow me to experiment on them without going through the ethical committee."

Don't wig, Kathy. He's joking.

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"Hold on, let me do a quick check with your ethical committee to see if we approve of this action," Kathy said. "All in favor?" Beat. "All opposed?"

She raised her hand.

"Oooh, looks like Proposition 929 has been rejected," she said, giving Barry a sorry headshake. "It was really close there for a second."

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"You are not the only person on the committee," Barry smirked. "But fuck it. You have food and I have pizza."

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"But I am the only one of them currently present and in her right mind, so I get all the votes," Kathy retorted with a grin.

And, just to be that much sassier, she snagged a slice of pizza for herself. Om nom nom pizza.

"What about me?" she asked. "I mean, for a brainscan and DNA test? You can have it on record in case I ever turn into someone else." She took a bite of her pizza and chewed thoughtfully. "Maybe you can even figure out why I am the way I am. No spider bites, no radioactive goo, not even a stray cosmic flare. So I'm guessing it's somehow genetic or something."

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"It'd take more than a brain scan to figure out why you are the way you are," Barry said shaking his head. "Especially how you thought Social Justice Warrior was a good code name."

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"Ahaha, you're so funny," Kathy said, rolling her eyes at Barry.

...And smiling into her pizza because, okay, it had been funny.

"Good to know you have a future in stand-up if the whole supergenius thing doesn't pan out."

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"Yeah. I'm totally going to do that," Barry said with a smirk. "Now hop up on the table so I can scan your brain. Can I get a brain tissue sample as well?"

Hey. She had offered!

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Kathy was going to finish this slice of pizza before she hopped up anywhere, thank you. It was good!

And she was pretty much the only person on the planet who thought cold pizza was really gross.

"Tissue sample, blood sample, whatever," she said when she swallowed her last bite. She also flipped up onto the table, because she could and it still felt cool to be able to do stuff like that. "I'm drawing the line at urine or stool, though. There's only so much I'm willing to endure for science."