The Not-So-Abandoned Warehouse - Saturday Afternoon

[badassprodigy]

Barry had skipped over the fireworks last night to test the durability of his recently developed fabric. The testing was soon interrupted by the chirp of his tablet letting him know that he had a text from back home.


Roxie: Your BFF is a complete idiot.
Barry: Shit. Is that's supposed to be news?
Roxie: No shit. Guess what he did?
Barry: Ass rocket?
Roxie: Ass rocket. Except instead of shooting out of his ass it blew up.
Barry: Is he okay?
Roxie: He's fine. Sore but fine. Sara's boy toy on the other hand jumped backwards and cracked his skull on the air conditioner when he fell off the porch.

Barry spent the next two minutes laughing hysterically before replying.

Barry: Sounds like the best fourth of July ever.
Roxie: My idiot boyfriend has powder burns over his ass. I blame you for not being here to stop him.
Barry: I warned him! It's his own fucking fault.
Roxie: Good thing he's good in the sack.
Barry: I do not want to know this.

Barry sighed as Roxie began to elaborate Jeremy's sexual prowess in purple prose detail. He put his tablet to the side and let her go on and on as he started using a blowtorch on his new invention.

[Open? Open. Subject to slow play.]

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[likes-ducklings.livejournal.com]

"Oh, psh," Rapunzel said, waving a hand. "I usually make them for myself. But thanks! Technically it was my birthday...um, like, the first day we were here, actually? It was the day before my birthday when I left Corona, but...time's different here, I guess."

It kind of made her head hurt, if she thought about it too long.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Well still, a birthday is still a birthday," Barry said with a grin and then turning to his console to start typing in some commands. "Don't let the change in time freak you out. I was lucky enough for my dimension to be only a few milliseconds off from this one. But hey, if the date says it's your birthday it's your fucking birthday. Which means one thing."

He gave Rapunzel a grin over his shoulder.

"Somebody is getting a present."

[likes-ducklings.livejournal.com]

Rapunzel blinked at him for a moment, then tilted her head, blushing a little. "...oh my gosh, you don't have to get me a present, Barry."

She'd only ever gotten birthday presents from Mother, before, and that was usually under duress.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Well I was thinking about getting you something anyway," Barry said pressing a couple more buttons. There was a slight hum from the teleporter and a slight shimmer of energy appeared. When it disappeared there were a pair of shoes (http://www.topfanshoes.com/pic/more/Womens-Converse-All-Star-Chuck-Taylor-Pink-Classic-Sneakers-Low---1-4910-1.jpg) sitting on the base along with a set of white socks with pink pom-poms (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wp-InmbaGP0/THPA1zssHrI/AAAAAAAAJik/DGj6kCBzT1s/s320/dri-fit-womens-pom-pom-bm.jpg).

"I thought you might need some footwear on this island eventually. Can't have you running away from fucking zombies all fucking bare-footed."

[likes-ducklings.livejournal.com]

"Shoes!" Rapunzel squealed, hurrying over to the shoes to examine them.

(They were pink! And there were pom-poms on the socks! She might be in love.)

She hesitated with her hand out to touch them, looking at Barry for confirmation. "They're real? You just...made them appear like that?"

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Not only were they pink but they also had a micro GPS tracking device and a few other sensors inserted into them. Not because Barry was a stalker but he tended to do this to all his friends eventually and this being Fandom you never knew when it could come in handy.

So no stalkery. Really! Barry wasn't creepy at all!

Barry chuckled at Rapunzel's reaction.. "I actually bought them earlier this week after the pony's class when I saw you weren't wearing shoes yet. They were in my room so I just teleported them over here."

[likes-ducklings.livejournal.com]

"I've never needed to wear shoes before," Rapunzel said, gingerly picking one up between her fingers and peering at it from all sides. "'Cause, y'know, I didn't ever go outside, but -- thank you, Barry!"

He was going to have to deal with hugs now. Sorry. That's what happens when you make Rapunzel happy.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Aww. Was that Barry blushing furiously as he awkwardly accepted a hug? Why yes it was!

"Um. Sure. No problem. You're welcome. Uh... Happy Birthday!"