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Barry Ween ([personal profile] badassprodigy) wrote2020-09-17 10:36 pm

A warehouse called George - Friday

The one constant thing in Barry’s life is ideas. They are always there and always poking at him to move forward and advance.

Today that means there’s a twelve foot long carrot sitting in the middle of the warehouse.

It’s best not to ask about the thought process that got him there.

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somethingwithturquoise: (going through a portal)

[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2020-09-18 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
And, sometime later that afternoon, the air in the warehouse crackled just a little to precede the appearance of a glowing green portal, from which Summer promptly dropped out of.

Like you do.

"Barry, I--" she started, turning to knock on what she thought would be door to the warehouse, only to discover that she hadn't wound up exactly where she had been planning to wind up. "Dammit!" She gave the device in her hand a frustrated smack. "You were supposed to send me outside the warehouse! Outside!"

She was starting to feel a little more sympathetic toward all the times Rick portal-crashed into her living room, though. Apparently, it was just a thing it did, but that didn't make it any less weird, rude, or awkward, geez!
somethingwithturquoise: (happy chatting)

[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2020-09-18 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't mean to!" Summer argued back. "I totally set the coordinates for outside the warehouse! Outside!" As if repeating it again could help the portal gun to not be a close-enough coordinates type of jerk. "But this thing," she gave it an irritated shake, "has got a real problem with respecting people's privacy."

Was it...bad that she was now sort of wondering what might have happened if the security system was online? That was...bad, right, to be wondering about that, in not so much a thought-exercise way, but in a sort-of-want-to-find-out-first-hand way? Yeah, that was probably bad...

But the fact of the matter was that she even had the thing she was complaining about to complain about, and her irritation dropped away with an excited grin. "And yes," she answered, foisting the gun forward for Barry to take, "it is. I got an alert on my phone letting me know that Grampa Rick had left the house but not via the gun, so as soon as my class was over, I headed back to snag it while he was gone. I don't know how long we can have it out before he comes home and notices, but I figured you wouldn't need too long to, like, look it over and do diagnostics or whatever you need to do to be able to replicate it."

Followed by a scoff, and a roll of her eyes.

"And maybe make it a little less likely to just drop people into other people's living rooms and warehouses."

This had clearly not been a one-time issue.
Edited 2020-09-18 10:50 (UTC)
somethingwithturquoise: (eyeroll talking)

[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2020-09-18 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Summer followed Barry over to the workstation and, finding a spot where she could sort of lean in comfortably while hopefully being out of the way, watched him work curiously, with a faint snort at the paranoid comment.

"It's really hard to tell," she admitted. "Maybe an hour? But less would probably better, just in case. I wanted to get back way sooner than this, but my dad was home," cue the eyeroll and a displeased scrunch of her face, "and wanted to catch up."

Which was about a million times more awkward than it would have been before last week, too! Thanks, algorithm!

"And it's not like I could just be all, like, 'hey, Dad, that's super cool about your bees and all, and I'm really happy for you, but I'm kind of on a covert mission to steal Grampa's stuff right now, so if maybe we could...not?'"
Edited 2020-09-18 12:15 (UTC)
somethingwithturquoise: ('mirin')

[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2020-09-18 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
And Barry's grin just inspired a pleased, adoring, somewhat possessive and totally healthy and normal grin that went along with seeing that her genius was totally the superior, better, cuter, smarter one...

Even if she was right back to an eye roll with that last part.

"Ohmygod," she said, "yeah, it's a new thing, and yet another one of his desperate reaches for some kind of relevancy and importance in this word, and he will not shut up about it, so I mean, hey, if you need an in with the guy, just ask about his stupid bees and let him talk and you'll probably be on his good side forever."

Not that Summer cared about Jerry's approval, but it would probably make things a little easier...

"Oh, and speaking of covert missions," she added, because she hadn't just popped in for the portal gun, even if that was definitely the main plot here, "I'm going to be gone for a few days. I'm helping Rey with a weapons run back in her universe, so if I don't, like, answer my texts or whatever, don't worry, it's definitely not you."
somethingwithturquoise: (flattery will get you everywhere)

[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2020-09-18 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Awww, he'd be worried?

That was, anyway, what Summer was mostly going to take out of that, especially since she had mostly assumed Barry hadn't heard any of that once she realized that, right, science mode, probably not the best time for a conversation and had pretty much prepared herself to start idly scoping out his set-up while he worked.

A little part of? Kind of disappointed not to just get to idly scope out his set-up, but it was a small part, especially since she figured she'd have more than enough time for that later, and she grinned as she picked up the transponder for a closer look.

"I mean," she said, "Rey and I pretty much are the fucking calvary, but I guess it never hurts to have a little extra back-up. Just in case."

And she'd totally take it because that was really sweet and adorable and flattering, but she didn't care how much shit hit the fan, how much trouble they were in, or how fucking in the weeds they might get, she could never actually use this thing, because, ohmygod, how fucking embarrassing would that be? She would literally literally rather die.

And she really hoped it wouldn't have some sort of psycho protocol about keeping her safe...been there, done that, not a fan!
somethingwithturquoise: (grampa u fuckboi)

[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2020-09-18 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wrist!" Summer said, almost immediately after Barry stopped finished. It was almost before he even stopped; she managed to hold back, but just barely.

Look, she still hadn't really shaken the feeling that she ready had more than enough undetectable shit like that lurking under her skin right now.

But to make up for anything odd about the alacrity in which she made her decision, she picked up the band with an admiring expression. "It's totally cute, right? It'll actually go really well with my outfit for the weekend, too, really make it pop."

And that actually was sincere, she was super dedicated to looking cute as hell for this gun running thing.
somethingwithturquoise: (just so happy right now)

[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2020-09-18 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"I mean," said Summer, grinning in a way that completely seemed to contradict the the words, "of course it's not, like, important or anything, buuuut... that is always kinda nice. Whatever works, though, obvs."
somethingwithturquoise: (flattery will get you everywhere)

[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2020-09-18 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, man, Summer really hoped she'd be stuck in, like, the doggiest of fights. She did have those sweet new cannons that were just going to waste, after all!

At the moment, though, Summer was just content to be beaming over that kiss on the cheek and being called adorable, and then finding a thrilled little squealing sound when Barry handed the gun back over.

"Thank you so much, Barry," she gushed. "This is going to make things so much easier, and I know Seivarden's going to really appreciate it when I managed to finally get through this block of hers..."

And then...yeah, no, sorry, Barry. Just a kiss on the cheek was so not going to cut it, and now that he was finished, Summer was not going to hold back in reaching for him to pull him in so she could thank him better with a proper kiss.
somethingwithturquoise: (you had me at my own name)

[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2020-09-18 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," Summer grinned, "probably."

Also not in any apparent rush to get moving.

"But before I do," she said, fingers brushing coyly at his chest, eyes bright and steady with intent...

"...I've got to ask about that carrot."
somethingwithturquoise: (just so happy right now)

[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2020-09-18 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course you are," Summer said admiringly, grinning before leaning in for another quick kiss.

"Okay. I should go." She pulled away enough to change the coordinates on the gun for the house. "Good luck with that. And thanks, again, Barry. You're amazing."

Ah, crap. And she was right back to that stupid, adoring grin.
somethingwithturquoise: (pew pew portal time!)

[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2020-09-18 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Always do!" Summer sang brightly, looking around for a good spot to shoot the portal, then pulled the trigger. One more super quick kiss, another "Thanks again!" And then she hopped right through.

And hopefully not straight into the goddamn living room.