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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[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry bit his lip for a second in thought. "Okay. Listen... I might be able to help."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"Help?" Elsa gave Barry a sidelong look at that, trying to gauge where he was going with that. "How do you mean, help?"

She'd been offered a lot of help learning how to use her powers, and, while they had all been given with the best of intentions, using them was actually sort of the complete opposite of what she wanted.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"I don't know yet," Barry said honestly as he reached into his bag for his tablet and scanner. "But I once built an atom smasher that could fit under my bed. I once transformed my best friend into a dinosaur and turned him back. If I can do those things I should be able to find some way to help you."