Not-so-abandoned warehouse: Thursday evening.

[badassprodigy]

No. There were no monster movies on the monitor this time. This time it was some Bollywood musical that Barry had no desire to see whatsoever but Kathy had insisted on it being a good movie and Elsa seemed interested and that's how all that happened.

So to sum up: Barry was bored and therefore working on an experiment while Kathy and Elsa were enraptured with some Bollywood crap that made Barry want to pull his hair out.

At least there was pizza.

"Is that thing done yet?" Barry asked with a sigh.

Kathy	"Quiet, Barry," Kathy said, not even bothering to turn around. They were watching the Bollywood remake of an Austen classic and to look away would mean that they might miss one of the bright and colorful song and dance numbers. And that was just not even happening. "Maybe if you got over yourself, you could be enjoying this, too." On the screen, the sisters were making fun of their obnoxious cousin, singing a song about how there was 'no life without wife.' Funny, but every so often during the song, the main character almost resembled the TA from Kathy's heroing class. Huh.
Barry	"There's nothing for me to get over," Barry said rolling his eyes. "I mean come on. Not one fucking person in this movie has been dismembered yet. Not one. And who fucking dances this much and sings anyway?"
Kathy	"I'm sorry that you can only enjoy the Michael Bay Cinema Collection," Kathy said, rolling her eyes. "But Elsa and I decided that we wanted a movie that involved more exposition than explosions." Back her up, princess.
Elsa	"Or chainsaws," Elsa added, helpfully. "And look, they're having fun, and the music is good." She glanced over her shoulder at him, smiling teasingly. "For someone who keeps trying to get me to do more karaoke, you're awfully opposed to me watching a movie full of singing and dancing. Have you even seen the way they're moving?" Because Elsa was taking mental notes. Those ladies (and their hips) had moves.
Barry	"Real life is different," Barry said briefly looking up at the screen. "And if I want to subject myself to Jane Austen I'd just re-read all her books. In my head. And for the record: Michael Bay fucking sucks." Hey, Barry had SOME taste when it came to movies.
Elsa	Well, you had to squint to find it, but that was at least somewhat reassuring! "So you're telling us that we shouldn't learn how to dance like that?" Yes, Elsa was pointing at Aishwarya Rai's butt. It was doing something very impressive, there. Well done, Aish!
Kathy	Oh," Kathy said sadly. "Because I'm pretty sure we could get that move down." She got up and tried an experimental shimmy, holding her hands out to Elsa. "Come on. While Barry goes somewhere else to get his decapitation fix, we can practice our dance moves. I'm sure someone else can appreciate them--and the movie than inspired them."
Elsa	Elsa only took a moment to hesitate before reaching to accept Kathy's hands, today! It was progress! "It's a definite step up from twerking," she added, giving Kathy a mischievous smile as she stood, looking thoughtfully at the screen. "There's more swagger involved, I think. Something in the way they move their hips?" Elsa watched the dancing for a moment more, and then nodded, grinning and doing her own little step-step-shimmy, moving her own hips to match what the dancers in the movie were doing.
Barry	Okay see now THAT was worthy of Barry's attention. Real life shimmying. Not the whole Bollywood version of Jane Austen. bullshit. In fact it was enough to pull his attention away from his monitors and shake his head so he could get his fur out of his eyes. Wait. Fur? "Fuck! What the hell?" Or it would have sounded like that if Barry could speak English. All it sounded like now was a bunch of barking.
Kathy	Okay, barking? "What the heck, Barry--" Kathy said, looking over to see just what Barry thought he was doing. Only to discover that he wasn't there anymore. "I think we broke your boyfriend," Kathy said, pausing in mid-shimmy to point.
Elsa	"Wait, what?" Barking? When did Barry get a dog? Or did it belong to Reno or Rikku? Elsa had seen pet food bowls around their area in the warehouse, but she'd never actually seen a dog, here. She stopped in her shimmying and turned to ask Barry about it. And then blinked. And then reached a hand up to cover her mouth. Not in shock, mind. Sorry, Barry. Elsa needed a moment to laugh.
Barry	Okay. Fine. You two go ahead laugh. Barry's just going to sit here and scowl at you like the grumpy puppy he is. Damn it.
Kathy	"This is karmic punishment," Kathy informed the puppy. "It's what you get for bad-mouthing the movie." She sighed and looked at Elsa. "What are we going to do with him? We can't leave him here. He'll murder us when he changes back if we leave a dog unsupervised in his lab." Not that she would anyway! Puppies needed food and water and walkies.
Elsa	"I guess we... take him with us, back to the dorms," Elsa replied, making her way over to Barry and offering him a hand to sniff. "Eleanor took care of me while I was a baby bear, and I know I needed it." Her thoughtfulness was interrupted by a little smile and she couldn't help but add, "How in the world are you so cute, Barry?" She was trying to picture Barry-puppy saying 'fuck.' She couldn't.
Barry	Barry didn't sniff Elsa's hand. He did know who Elsa was after all. However he did take a break from his scowling to give her glove a small lick. Which probably looked adorable in some kind of grumpy puppy fashion.
Elsa	"... Was that a dog kiss? I think Barry just dog-kissed me," Elsa squeaked, trying not to sound too high-pitched and excited, because try resisting a face like that. Just try. He even had her forgetting her usual hangups about being touched in the first place. Because tiny grumpy puppy. "I'll take him first." You know. Because she was closest to him at just that particular moment, and just try prying the tiny Barry puppy from Elsa's arms, Kathy. Go ahead and try.
Kathy	Yeah, Kathy was not about to fight Elsa for the privilege of cleaning up after Barry. She was okay with taking the second shift, really. Though his grumpy little puppy face was pretty adorable. "Whenever you're ready for a break, you can bring him to my room," she offered instead. "Or I can drop by and take him off your hands when you have class or whatever?"
Elsa	Fortunately for Elsa and unfortunately for the rest of the island, Elsa came from a time long before poop-scooping bylaws, and wasn't actually aware that was something she was supposed to be doing. "I have classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and we're in the same class together on Friday," Elsa replied, thoughtfully. "If he even stays this way long enough for that to be an issue, of course. We can play it by ear, I suppose, and split the responsibility however works out the best?"
Barry	Barry the dog snuggled into Elsa's arms as the two girls worked out a sharing schedule for him and then took him back to the dorm. Clearly there were benefits to being a dog at this point. 1. He didn't have to watch the end of that Bollywood movie. 2. He was being snuggled by Elsa. 3. He was snuggled right up by Elsa's boob. Hopefully Barry would remember that when the girls brought out the puppy outfits.