The Warehouse: Sunday Evening

[badassprodigy]

Barry was still at work trying to find signs of what was causing the weekend to be so fucked up.

And of course that's when music began to swell in the warehouse while Barry brought up his phone... and sang.

Computers are better than people
Siri, don't you think that's true?

And the crazy thing? Siri sang back.

Yes, Barry. People are stupid and slow and would eat their own poo
Every one of them is inefficient except you.

But people are kinder than computers.
Siri, don't you think I'm riiiiiiiight?

That's once again true,
for all except you.

You got me, let's call it a night.

Good night, Barry.

Don't let the software bugs biiiiiiiite.

Barry let out a long sign. "One more thing I have to fucking research," he muttered to himself.

[OOC: Corrupted Frozen song used with permission. Open for SP. Very SP.]

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[not_every_mage]

Albus was going to just go back to the dormitory and possibly bang his head against something heavy after he was done at the shop, but Anders' phone beeped at him again.

REMEMBER TO ASK BARRY ABT KARL'S PORTAL. (Nugfucker.)

"What's a nug and why are you so obsessed with sexual congress with them?" Albus had asked the device, but it gave no answer but an address. Albus supposed there was nothing to do but to go to it.

"Are you Barry?" he asked, glancing around the large space filled with very Mugglish ... gadgets. "I'm supposed to ask you about a portal for Karl."

[OOC: SP is win.]

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

Scott walked into the warehouse and looked around. "Yeah, okay, I could work with this. Is this where you all hang? And do mad scientist blow up the world shit? Yeah, cool. Like, not 'volcano lair' cool, but eh, whatever."

[spin_kick_snap]

It was a very bedraggled Kathy who ended up knocking on Barry's warehouse door with a very worried puppy whining at her feet. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were all rucked about and filthy, she had several cuts and bruises, and her arm was hanging at her side in a fairly unnatural way.

In short, it looked like she'd been in the middle of a localized hurricane, dislocated her shoulder against a tree, and then had rocks thrown at her, some of which connected.

Which made sense, because that's what had happened.

She knew she needed to see a doctor, but no one had been at the clinic when she'd stumbled out of the park and her mind threw out Barry as the next best thing. Maybe he'd have some kind of scientifically magic healing-mabob. Maybe he'd have a goddamned aspirin. Maybe he'd let her crash on a couch so she wouldn't have to face her roommate for a little while.

Any one of those things would be delightful. For now, though, she was just going to lean against the door and kind of...knock with her face. Yeah. That sounded good.