Room 316: Wednesday After Classes

[badassprodigy]

Charles Baudelaire once said that genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.

Which is why Barry picked the lock to Elsa's room in order to switch out her bed with one he made yesterday in class.

Specifically a trampoline bed.

Hey, there's totally a method to his madness.

And while Elsa was at work he was being mad in her room. Or something.

Whatever. He was switching Elsa's bed out with a trampoline bed.

[Elsa's room modded with permission. If you wish to see what Barry is doing, ping in. Elsa's thread comes in last.]

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[notamascot]

Kaylin struggled up out of sleep to try and discover what the noise was.

"Barry? What are you doing?"

He could be forgiven for not realizing she was there as she'd come in late last night and just curled up at the top of the bed and pulled her long coat over her.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Shit.

"Um. Your roommate's bed is broken so I'm putting in a new one for as a favor. Problem with the mattress."

Like that's believable.

[notamascot]

"... right..."

Not like she really was all that concerned.

"It's not going to blow up or anything is it?

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"No. It's not fucking going to blow up," Barry said rolling his eyes. "Why would I do that? Honestly it's just a joke. She's never jumped on her bed before so I thought I'd encourage her. By making it a trampoline."

[notamascot]

"How should I know what people here would do?" Kaylin asked. "But pretty much I figured that unless you were going to make it blow up I wouldn't worry."

And then after a moment. "What's a trampoline?"

And another moment. "Jumping on the bed?"

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Barry stopped in the process of dismantling Elsa's bed to give Kaylin a curious look.

Really, Kaylin? REALLY?

"What. The. Fuck? Did everyone around here have a repressed childhood?" Barry said rolling his eyes/ranting. "I mean really. You did have beds, right?"

[notamascot]

She hesitated, torn between embarrassment and defensiveness. "We had... well, we had a place on the floor with a blanket where we slept. That was our bed. Until I became a Hawk. Then the place they found for me to stay had one, but it took me a while to get used to sleeping on it."

"What? Not like we all grew up outside the fiefs, you know?"

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Barry took a moment to let that sink in before he nodded. "I keep forgetting there aren't always common cultural backgrounds threads between our fucking mish-mash of interdimensional societies. In mine and apparently in Elsa's, jumping on the bed as a kid was the fucking shit."

[notamascot]

Kaylin blinked at him for a minute, trying to parse out whatever it was that he'd said.

"Um... does that mean it was a good thing or a bad thing?"

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"It's good," Barry said pulling Elsa's mattress off the bed. "When I'm done here you can try it out if you want."

[notamascot]

"The fucking shit," Kaylin mused, more laid back than you'd pretty much ever see her. "I'll have to remember that for things I like."

"DO you think she'd mind if I try it?"

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"Beats the shit out of me," Barry replied. "Does she let you use her crap?"

[notamascot]

Kaylin loved swearing. (Where it wouldn't get her in too much trouble.) Even more she loved learning new swear words in other languages. And while whatever they spoke here was much like Elantran, she'd never heard these words and these combinations.

"I've never asked to use anything," Kaylin admitted. "So it beats the shit out of me, too."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

'Concentrate and ask again.'

"I have been concentrating," Elsa mumbled to the 8-Ball in her hands, frowning at it as she gave it another shake a moment before stepping into her room after her shift let out. She still had no idea what to do with today's shipment, but at least she was back in her own space, not doing battle with a box of so-called oracles that seemed hell-bent on not actually giving answers to anything.

It took her a moment after walking into her room to realize that not all was quite right, here.

"... What in the world...?"

Sleep was going to be an adventure tonight, apparently.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry had been waiting down in the CR for Elsa to go to her room so he waited a few seconds to show up at Elsa's door exactly when she entered.

"Hey. Look at that," Barry said with a grin. "Looks like your bed magically transformed into a trampoline. This island is so fucking weird."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"And how astoundingly convenient that you're here to witness it," Elsa replied, turning around to look at him with a raised eyebrow and a little smile of her own. "Just as I come across this magical transformation, myself."

Serendipity! Truly!

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Am I detecting doubt in your voice?" Barry said oh-so-innocently. "Do you honestly think I had something to do with magical transformation shit?"

Pretty sure she was.

"Pretty sure this shit happens all the fucking time in Fandom."

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"So I've been told."

By Barry, in fact!

"And now my bed is a trampoline. I suppose I'll have to talk to the administration to trade it out for another bed."

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"Now why would you go off and do a fucking thing like that?" Barry smirked. "Clearly the universe wants you to have a trampoline for a fucking bed."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"Or just the crazy island and the encouragement it sent here just in time to cheer me on," Elsa mused. "I should think I would have to worry about hitting my head on the ceiling, at this rate..."

Now she was just being difficult.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Really Elsa? Really?

"C'mon," Barry said with encouragement. "Kick off those shoes and let's see those skirts fly!"

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Elsa was, in fact, stepping out of her shoes, but that was really mostly because she had just been outside in them, and who wore dirty shoes in their own bedroom?

... Or trampolineroom, as the case apparently was now.

"You're asking to see my skirts fly up, now, Barry? Why, you're nearly as bad as Cade."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry's face flushed a bit there. "Um. Whatever," he scoffed. "Ah. Wear pants if you want."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

HA. Elsa finally got one up on one of the boys!

... This was sort of a big deal for her. Usually she was the one doing the blushing.

"I don't own any," she answered serenely, smoothing down her skirts. "Trousers are terribly unladylike."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Right," Barry grumbled in a flustered kind of fashion. "So are you going to jump on it or not?"