The not so abandoned warehouse - Saturday

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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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"That depends," Arthur hedged. "Who do you think I am?" Was this a trick, or was he not the only dreamer caught up here?

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"You tell me and I'll see if I'm right," Barry challenged.

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Ha. No. "Someone who doesn't belong here," he shot back. Whether he was familiar or not, that could be true.

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"Well then stop trying to break into my lab," Barry countered. "Does the name Carlos mean anything to you?"

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"Not the building." Arthur rolled his eyes. "Oh, for fuck's sake." Was your high-tech lock bullet-proof, Barry? Because Arthur was shooting it.

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Actually it was. And Arthur's shooting had activated some defensive mechanisms. Big Giant laser guns popping out of the wall and aiming at Arthur.

"You know you might want to stop that," Barry suggested.

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Arthur aimed at the guns as soon as they appeared. Then tried to dream up a bigger gun (and ignore the smug voice of Eames in the back of his head), and frowned when he failed.

"And you might want to stop with the being intentionally clueless, since I have a feeling you're not. If you know what's going on or you want to figure it out, let me in. Otherwise just go ahead and shoot me, and I'll find out on my own."

Assuming of course they weren't too deeply sedated. It's a chance he'd take, even if he really did hate going in blind.

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"Drop the gun and you can come inside," Barry replied. "No one here wants to hurt you."

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"No?" Arthur asked wryly, eyeing the guns still pointing at him.