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Barry Ween ([personal profile] badassprodigy) wrote2021-03-03 12:08 pm

A warehouse called George - Wednesday Evening

Aristotle once said that no great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness. For Barry, this is occasionally true. Most of the time he's just plain out mad.

But since Monday, Barry made the mistake of binge watching all fifteen seasons of Paranormal. As a result he is now humming the songs "Single Man Tear" and "Carry on my Wayward Sons" while attempting to build a 1:8 replica of the Chevrolet 67 impala out of Legos.

He's currently having a bit of trouble trying to find a way to get Lego version of a green plastic army man stuck in the rear ashtray and it's vexing him greatly.

[I have no one to blame for this. Open.]
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2021-03-03 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
It was pretty late by the time Barry's phone pinged with a text from Summer. She'd stuck around the bar a little bit more after talking to Lucifer, but still left a little early, knowing there was no way she would be able to sleep without doing something, so she was planning to head right on over to Georgia, but there had been...an unexpected...hitch in the plan.

So she texted Lucifer with an update before texting Barry.

Hey, r u up?

You could tell she was distracted because it didn't even register what she'd sent until two seconds later, which was why she very, very quickly followed it up with:

omg but for real! I need your help.

Which probably wouldn't help things for Summer's brain, but for Barry's brain, it was probably fine. But just incase, she figured it wouldn't hurt to clarify further:

the portal gun's not working 😞😞😞
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2021-03-03 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
It was kind of really, really stupid how that last line made Summer smile and feel like the little pool of warmth spreading in her chest melted away her frustration and concern about something being wrong with the gun (and okay, okay, maybe about Lucifer and Octavia, too, but, you know, sorry, definitely more worried about the gun right now, they'd been stuck for over a week, they were fiiiiiine).

its a gazillion now??? Fuck r u trying to kill me?

That just needed to be said.

and ok. Be right over.

And sure enough, not long after that, she was knocking on the warehouse door. She knew she probably shouldn't, at this point, but she still felt a little weird just letting herself in, like she'd just accidentally set someone off when she did or something.
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2021-03-03 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"It would be a lot more pleasant if I wasn't trying to actually use the fucking thing to help someone out," Summer said, though that greeting definitely took a lot of the annoyance and spit out of it as she kissed him back. "And that's the problem, nothing is happening. I put in the coordinates, set the range, everything I usually do, but then when I got to actually use it..."

She pointed the gun at the closest empty space, pulled the trigger, and all that happened was a pathetic little noise coming from the gun instead of the usual glowing pink portal....plasma or light or whatever it was.

Summer shrugged her shoulders and handed it over for Barry to inspect closer.

"I mean, at least it's not just exploding all over the place or blowing things up, right?"
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2021-03-03 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Summer's attention had definitely started drifting a little bit once Barry started diving into the technicalities, mostly just out of curiousity to spot what he might have been working on before she showed up, and her eyes had just found the Lego car before the question dragged her back and she returned his grin.

"It already feels like it was a million years ago," she said. "No wasting time on recovery when you literally have a gazillion jobs."

Although it did just sort of occur to her that she actually did pretty much have Sunday before leaping into the succession of three of her jobs all in a row, and how she still probably had a pretty long night ahead of her once Barry got the problem with the gun figured out. Then she might get Thursday before she was no doubt dragged into helping Seivarden with her party, and...yeah. Yeah. Definitely back to business as usual.

She quirked up her chin at him.

"How 'bout you?"
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2021-03-03 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's not bad at all!" Summer remarked, feeling a rush of excitement over just how easy that was, but, really, even though Barry had used Rick's prototype for it, he did make it, of course he'd be able to fix it. She then wondered if she should try to, like, fit in a nap or something while he took care of it, but, yeah, right, like she'd really be to settle enough for that. Well. Maybe if she just had Barry start to explain to her exactly what fixing a faulty transponder conduit would entail...

"So what were you working on before this?" she asked, instead, because a half hour was barely enough for a good nap and falling asleep while your boyfriend geeked out was not a great look, anyway.
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2021-03-03 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," Summer allowed, "but you can be 100% nerd all the time, apparently."

See? She called you a nerd, Barry. Not a dork! Talk about subverting expectations!

"Fifteen seasons, though? God, how many hours even is that?"

All while she was busting her butt at her gazillion jobs, too...
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2021-03-04 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe a little," said Summer, who was mostly relieved he came around to that conclusion all on his own rather than her having to mention it, "yeah. Although I think you can get a little bit of a pass coming off a long week of arduous and demanding chaperoning in a foreign country..."
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[personal profile] somethingwithturquoise 2021-03-04 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
"I do not," Summer insisted, although she was definitely planning on setting her phone to record the next time she slept...whenever that would be, because who even knew how this whole thing was going to go down? For all she knew, she'd wind up accidentally getting portal-slammed into Hell or something. "Maybe you're just actually so sleep-deprived that you're just hearing my voice in your head."

She was grinning at him, though, as she snagged a hair to pull over so she could watch him and what he was doing.

"But okay. So let's say I was." Her brow quirked challengingly. "What was I saying, huh?"