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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[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."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps," Elsa replied, smiling faintly. "Or maybe I should ask for a demonstration. After all, I've never done this before. I might do it all wrong."

Seriously, now she was just being a brat. And enjoying every moment of it.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said kicking off his shoes and climbing up on the bed. "But if I do it then you have to jump when I'm done."

He then did two or three jumps before doing a somersault in the air, and then landing on his feet next to Elsa.

Luckily the ceiling in Elsa's room was just at the perfect height.

"Your turn," he said smugly.

[I'm a ceiling modder. Deal with it.]

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

The somersault was actually pretty impressive. Even Elsa had to admit that.

"I'm not doing any flipping around," she informed him, reaching down to hike her skirt up a little as she stepped up onto the trampoline. "I didn't agree to any flipping."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Baby steps," Barry replied with a smirk. "It's a big step from a bed jumper to a fucking acrobat."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"Apparently so," Elsa agreed, giving an experimental bounce on her toes. "This... is weird."

Just saying. It was really weird.

"I haven't stood on something this springy before."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Kind of the point of a trampoline," Barry said crossing his arms and smirking. "You know. To bounce."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"Well, yes," Elsa acknowledged, and then crouched down a little to give a slightly more proper jump. She landed it easily enough, coming to a settle after a few more bounces up and down that weren't exactly within her control. "But... Why?"

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"To have fun?" Barry offered. "Or... You know. Blow off some steam and get some blood pumping. When you exercise, your body releases chemicals called endorphins. These endorphins interact with the receptors in your brain and trigger a positive feeling in the body, similar to that of morphine. If you do it on a regular basis it can help with a positive outlook and increase self-esteem."

He gave Elsa a grin.

"Or were we just making small talk?"

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Elsa managed to follow about half of that. She was going to think of that as a win, when dealing with Barry.

"Mostly small talk," she admitted. "Jumping on the bed increases self-esteem?"

She remained unconvinced. But she gave another experimental bounce for good measure.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"You have to bounce more than one at a fucking time," Barry said rolling his eyes with amusement. "Want me to join you and show you to do it?"

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

This couldn't possibly end well!

"... You might have to. I have no idea what I'm doing."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Okey-fucking-dokey," Barry said hopping onto the trampoline with a small jump. "First? You jump. Multiple times and build up some momentum."

As he said this his actions mirrored his words. Sorry if that causes you some turbulence over there Elsa.

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

You know. A little. Elsa's eyes widened and she spread her arms a bit for balance.

"We want momentum?"

Someone was going to die or get turned into an ice block. She could see it now.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"We'll start small," Barry said slowing down with slow small jumps. "Try and match my rhythm."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Okay... Small, Elsa could do. Small seemed saner, at least, and she could cut and run if she felt as though this was getting out of hand.

Watching Barry warily, she started to take little hops in time with his.

"Like this?"