A warehouse called George - Wednesday Evening

[badassprodigy]

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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[somethingwithturquoise]

"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..."

[badassprodigy]

"It wasn't that arduous," Barry said with a smirk. "There were plenty of perks. Like learning that you talk in your sleep."

She didn't. But Barry thought that was a good way to tease her as he turned his back to her and started the repair on the gun.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"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?"

[badassprodigy]

“Well you were telling someone named Tammy how hot your boyfriend Barry was even though he was a giant nerd. Then another night you had an argument with your Dad about how nobody wants a honey flavored Jell-O shot. Then there was a disturbing dream about Little Bo Peep and your love of mutton,” Barry joked. “And I know I wasn’t hearing voices. Going insane is fucking scary for me and you have no idea how many safety protocols I have in place for that.”

By now he had the gun almost disassembled and the power source was now disconnected so Barry could start taking care of the broken part. “Looks like the power source I’m using doesn’t get along well with the conduit,” he said giving it a quick evaluation. Only a minor hiccup. The next one I put in will have some alterations so that doesn’t happen again. I’ll make sure it goes through a full diagnostic and testing before you take off to where it is you are going to.”