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badassprodigy) wrote2021-04-10 12:08 am
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Saturday Morning: A warehouse called George
So Prom was... nice. Very nice. And nice enough that when the dance was done, Barry and Summer had headed back to the warehouse where after an exhausting night of being chaperones they fell asleep.
Honestly, two veterans of Fandom Island should know what was going to happen next. Still when morning came, there was an odd amount of sounds coming from the lab area. And not the usual experiments Barry had percolating.
So when Barry came to he didn't look down from the loft. He immediately began calculating the odds of what he could expect.
Spontaneous sentient life germinating from bio lab? .05%. Attack of living jello? 3%. Rick Sanchez breaking into his lab and stealing shit and not killing Barry first? 5%.
Then Barry took into account that there was a dance the night before and a high amount of sex pollen earlier this week.
Alternative Universe Children 98.2%.
"Fuuuuuuuuck me," Barry groaned as he pulled himself out of bed and gave Summer a wake-up nudge. "Get up. We have a fucking visitor."
[Preplayed with the fabulous
somethingwithturqoise who did double duty with the foul mouthed
somethingwithscience Stay tuned for further adventures!]
Honestly, two veterans of Fandom Island should know what was going to happen next. Still when morning came, there was an odd amount of sounds coming from the lab area. And not the usual experiments Barry had percolating.
So when Barry came to he didn't look down from the loft. He immediately began calculating the odds of what he could expect.
Spontaneous sentient life germinating from bio lab? .05%. Attack of living jello? 3%. Rick Sanchez breaking into his lab and stealing shit and not killing Barry first? 5%.
Then Barry took into account that there was a dance the night before and a high amount of sex pollen earlier this week.
Alternative Universe Children 98.2%.
"Fuuuuuuuuck me," Barry groaned as he pulled himself out of bed and gave Summer a wake-up nudge. "Get up. We have a fucking visitor."
Look. Look. It had been a pretty long week of an extra dose of the usual level of repression Summer had to deal with, plus avoidance which then turned into a fantastic event, culminating in a very nice prom, so if Summer was a little reluctant and cranky to be nudged awake from one of those rare moments when Barry actually slept and there could be cute, possibly cuddly wake-up time, sue her. She pouted into the space where Barry had been and almost made a half-ass grab for him to pull him back in but instead just groaned a little in annoyance at whatever weird Fandom bullshit they'd have to deal with. "What nowww?" she whined/murmured, before her own reminder of details cut through her sleepiness and she suddenly gasped. Well. She was definitely awake now. "Barry!" she whispered, as if to not yet disturb what she now presumed was down tinkering in the lab, and now she did reach out for his arm, her eyes wide. "Barry! It was pollen and prom!" And if this meant what she thought was happening was happening, she refused to be held responsible for the amount of squealing that might escape her. Sure, it wasn't a guarantee or anything. For all she knew, with her luck, it was probably Hem again down there, destroying everything, but there'd at least be way more smashing and shouting going on if that were the case. | |
And for Barry's luck it could be two kids who can generate snowballs and swear a lot. Honestly it was a bit of relief and worry that he looked over the edge of the loft and down into the lab to see what appeared to be a child without mittens or wearing a bucket over their head. "Yeeeeah," he whispered back gesturing Summer to look over the edge with him. "Annnnnnnd... I don't know this one. She bypassed my security systems and is now working on-" Barry immediately stood upright in alarm. "Hey! Hey! No! You can't touch that! Do not touch that fucking piece of equipment!" Okay, there was swearing but the parental instincts of potential damage/harm had just kicked in. | |
"Fuck off!" a brightly chipper voice carried up from the lab, clearly undisturbed or unphased from either the warning or the whispers that she could totally hear. Holly shook her head, continuing her work, wondering why parents were such nerds. "I wasn't going to fucking use it. It's just in my way. This stuff is old as shit!" | |
"Awwww, Barry!" Yeah, Summer was just going to go out on a limb there as she join Barry in looking over the edge down into the lab to be greeted with a foul-mouthed little redhead that this next assumption was going to be spot on. "Congratulations! It's a girl!" Honestly, she was just kind of glad that there was at least one version of herself out there that was getting laid. (Also while ignoring the fact that, actually? With all their weird sci-fi bullshit? Not even that seemed like a guarantee) | |
It's amazing how just two words can just create a connection between two people. And as soon as the small child told Barry to "Fuck off" his heart practically melted. "Yeah. Definitely our kid," he agreed, giving Summer a small rub on her back. "C'mon. Let's go meet the fucking rugrat." He immediately started heading down the rope ladder and began walking to the workstation. "So if you're already familiar with this shit, you probably know this a fucking alternate reality and the whole interdimensional nexus bullshit, right?" he asked the girl. "And that we might be totally fucking clueless as to who you are?" | |
Oh, man. Holly was going to be rolling her eyes so much this weekend, they might fall right out of her head, wasn't she? "Oh, yeah, Dad," she said. "Real fucking confused. Because if there's one thing you and Mom are known for, it's being complete and total dummies when it comes to alternate future anomalies and frequently occurring phenomena on your multidimensional nexus island." Come on, now. "It took me, like, two second to figure out which dimensional thread I was on, and even less than that to get in here." The recognizable DNA imprint probably helped with that. "Can we save all the questions and catch-up for later, though?" she asked, casting her eyes toward the work table which, sorry Barry, was now covered in an absurd amount of pink glitter. "I'm kind of in the middle of something, and I wasn't expecting you two to be up quite yet..." | |
Barry looked at the amount of glitter and groaned. He was going to be cleaning up that shit for weeks. "I think for someone who took two seconds to figure out where you are, you can at least tell us what your fucking name is first," Barry said looking up on the consoles to see... Horse DNA? Barry looked down at the glitter and then back at the kid. "What the fuck are you trying to make?" | |
Holly drew in a hesitant breath, letting it out in a short sigh, because it wasn't like she wasn't expecting these questions. "Holly Roxanne Ween," she stated, with a defiant lift of her chin and a small narrowing of her eyes at one of her parents who thought she was hilarious nine years ago. The whole name, too, since that made it less obvious. As for the other thing? "And I can't tell you the other thing." He was going to figure it out. "It's top fucking secret." Definitely going to figure it out. "It was supposed to be a surprise!" | |
Uh. Yeah. He might be your father, Holly but that didn't mean he wasn't smart enough to figure out what was going on. "Holly?" He looked over his shoulder to look at Summer with a great deal of amusement. "I know I wouldn't have come up with that one. I can already guess your least favorite holiday." | |
"Hey," said Summer, who definitely thought it was hilarious now, too, "at least I didn't give her a stripper name." Thanks, Beth and Jerry! "And trust me, babe, with your name, I'm pretty sure I was doing her a favor. It's a diversionary tactic, put the emphasis on the less embarrassing possibilities." Honestly, she thought it was brilliant. Nice work, alternate future Summer! | |
"It could definitely be fucking worse," Holly admitted, a bit reluctantly, although speaking of diversionary tactics, this definitely did seem like a good opportunity for one, so she turned her attention (and some very large doe eyes) toward Barry and reached for his hand. She knew it was a long shot, but this version of her father didn't have nine years of her bullshit to know better yet, so she figured it was at least worth a try if it meant she could maybe finish this up. "Dad?" she asked with a hopeful lift of her eyebrows. "I'm actually really fucking hungry, do you guys think you could go get some breakfast or something?" | |
"Suuuuuuure sweetie," Barry said still looking at the DNA alterations his alternate timeline daughter was doing. "Right after you clean up all the glitter shit and stop trying to add a horn to a horse we'll all go out together and get some fucking vegan pancakes." He smirked at Summer. "I think she's trying to create Sparkles." | |
Holly made a small, offended sound that anyone would think she would be that basic and...derivitive. "It's so much more than just a horn on a horse," she informed him. "She's going to shoot fucking glitter lasers from that horn! I don't see why everyone's so against me having a magical fucking flying sparkle unicorn!" She looked longingly over at that sequence that she just couldn't seem to get right quite yet for a moment before sighing with a sort of resignation. "Pancakes do sound pretty good, though," she admitted. "Do we have to clean it up? I mean, we can just go right back to it after breakfast, right?" She'd definitely get distracted by being here, because, you know, this place was ~ICONIC~, but she was just so fucking close! | |
"Fine," Barry sighed. "We'll fucking clean it up later." And if you don't think having that much glitter in his lab wasn't killing him right now, you'd be so wrong. So. Wrong. "But you're not creating new life without oversight. That's a no-go." Holly? Not on board with this. But she had experience dealing with genius level parents and getting her way. Time would tell. And honestly she took Barry and Summer for newbie parent suckers. But first? Pancakes. |
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