badassprodigy: (Amused Smirk)
2021-04-10 12:08 am

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."

And then there was Holly. Holly Ween. Yes. Her parents are hilarious )

[Preplayed with the fabulous [profile] somethingwithturqoise who did double duty with the foul mouthed [personal profile] somethingwithscience Stay tuned for further adventures!]
badassprodigy: (WTF?)
2021-04-06 08:16 am

Tuesday All Day: Office Hours

You know what's distracting? Working in a lab where most of the weapons that Barry had designed that looked like.... stuff.

And for some reason that seemed to distract Barry more than usual, so instead he decided to actually use his office at school and actually have office hours.

So after cleaning off the large amount of dust in the room, Barry settled down to review some of the work that his students had done yesterday in class.

"Uh. What the actual fuck? Sexy dinosaurs?"

Troy is a very disturbing individual.

[Open!]
badassprodigy: (Headtilt)
2021-03-03 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.]
badassprodigy: (smile)
2021-02-13 11:16 pm

Sunday - A small island off Green Turtle Cay in the Bahamas

Even someone who is socially oblivious like Barry know that you don’t do anything on Valentine’s Day for the one you’re dating. And while it took him a bit to figure out what to do, it was the winter weather that inspired this little date.

The portal took them to a small empty island with a mile long beach with pink sand and turquoise waters. It was a day spent snorkeling, swimming and just hanging out on the beach with a cooler full of drinks and food. And as evening set in, Barry teleported in a table and chairs along with food and wine to enjoy.

And most importantly a small device that kept away the seagulls.

“I know it’s not that planet we went to on our first date,” Barry said as he unpacked the food. “But I can guarantee that we won’t freeze to death when the sun goes down.”

[For that girl]
badassprodigy: (Default)
2021-01-18 10:48 am
Entry tags:

Fuck Yeah Science - Monday - Period 2

Today Barry had everyone show up at the Danger Shop only to find that it had been transformed into a movie theater.

"On my world this is a national holiday. So for once we're not going to do weird shit in class," Barry explained. "Instead we're going to watch weird shit. Grab some fucking popcorn. You guys are in for a great movie.

Honestly? The movie wasn't for everyone

But for a blow off class it was very entertaining.
badassprodigy: (WeeTiny - WTF?)
2021-01-09 07:02 am

A warehouse called George - Saturday

Barry should know by now that if he ever falls asleep on a Friday night, bad shit is going to happen.

However WeeTiny Barry was oblivious to all of that as he woke up cursing up a storm (Yes. Even more than usual) and went straight to work on his brand new teleportation device.

Which he promptly screwed up and then had to spend the next 20 minutes to keep it from exploding.

"SHIT! FUCK! GOD DAMN MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! SUCK MY-"

Anyone even remotely near the warehouse district would no doubt be able to hear Barry's loud and increasingly loud swearing coming from his lab.
badassprodigy: (Default)
2020-12-25 11:57 am

Silver Springs, MD. - Friday morning

As usual, Barry didn’t sleep on Christmas Eve. The day had been spent celebrating and watching Jeremy get his ass kicked in many video games by Summer and Roxie. No matter his age Jeremy was still a spaz at video games and always lost. Which always led to a smashing of controllers and mocking by his friends.

After everyone fell asleep, Barry spent most of the evening reflecting on the last six months and how much his life had changed since coming back to Fandom.

And wrapping gifts for friends and the gifts to replace the ones he had given Summer while he was Santa Barry.

Once he was done he started prepping food for breakfast and gift giving in the morning.

[For the girl. NFB]
badassprodigy: (Doing Science!)
2020-12-21 09:32 am

A Warehouse Called George - Monday

Now that things were back to normal, Barry was back in his warehouse working on something useful for a change. In this particular case... what appeared to be a weird looking boot with a bizarre looking strap to it.

In between working on said "boot" he kept sending out drones to try and clean all the painted dicks that were on his warehouse that had been there since parents weekend.

[Open]
badassprodigy: (Face Palm)
2020-12-17 11:20 am

Barry's Warehouse - Thursday

Sometime after his drone visited town hall, Barry was glued to his monitors attempting to glean any other kind of information he could about whatever was causing the weirdness in Fandom.

It didn't help that there was a mistletoe vine shouting at him.

"You're a emotionally deviant misfit who can't fit in with regular society!"

Barry rolled his eyes and continued to work. "Yeah, that's not exactly new information you shitbag," he retorted as he adjust some of his equipment.

"You overcompensate by giving people way to much and trusting anyone you can connect to emotionally!"

"It's called being nice you fucking mistake for a holiday decoration!" Barry snapped back.

"You don't even know what 'u Up' means!"

... Barry turned and looked at the vine. "It means 'are you awake'?"

There was cackling laughter followed by more insults... as well as an explanation.

Barry just sat there as he was continued to be insulted by the vine. He wasn't even paying attention anymore.

"Well... fuck."

"Exactly! Maybe if you could relate to people on a social level you would-"

Barry slowly out a small aerosol can and sprayed the vine which immediately caused it to wilt and fall to the ground. He then pulled out his phone to review a recent text coversation.

And then smacked his head with his hand. "FUCK!"
badassprodigy: (Ray gun)
2020-12-03 01:51 pm

A warehouse called George - Thursday

Yes. Yesterday there had been tinsel. And today there was mistletoe hanging about but Barry was doing his best to ignore all that as there were multiple projects being worked on at the same time.

In one corner of his workshop there was an oak barrel in a temporal field which exuding a rather pungent aroma. In front of Barry was a white and gold belt with a very intricate set of electronics inside the buckle. To the side was a finished domino mask that was waiting to be wrapped. Next to that was a small package in a blue box and even a larger basket from what appeared to be a package from the interdimensional version of Amazon.

And there was even more boxes. And other items that needed working on.

And there was wrapping paper. Lots of wrapping paper.

[Open]
badassprodigy: (Mouth Agape)
2020-10-23 09:38 am

A Warehouse Called George - Friday Morning

It wasn't often that Barry actually fell asleep on his own. When he woke up this morning he was face down on his work area and his face leaning against a circuit board which had left imprints across forehead.

Blinking hard, he tried to shake off the hazy feeling of sleep and get back to the work in front of him...

Only to realize he didn't know what he needed to do. For the first time since he was very very young, he couldn't instantly understand the components in front of him and how they needed to be assembled for the project he was working on for-

For...

Jesse! Right. It was for Jesse.

Barry blinked a few times now realizing that something was very different. Now longer was his mind racing from thought to thought. Instead of endlessly calculating probabilities and possibilities and considering some of his many experiments... he was just there.

"What the fuck is happening?"

Of course he could still swear like crazy but for once his brain wasn't spinning him up like it usually was.

In fact he couldn't instantly recall anything that had happened for the last week. Or month. Or year.

"Oh."

He sat there looking around the room and almost grinned.

"So. This is what it feels like."
badassprodigy: (Angry Glare)
2020-10-20 09:24 am

A Warehouse Called George - Tuesday

There was a ton of swearing going on in the warehouse today. Of course there was always swearing when Barry was involved but in this particular case, Barry was swearing more than usual.

And yes. It was because of the tiny pumpkins that kept falling out of cabinets whenever he opened them and finding tiny pumpkins in all his drawers.

"I JUST WANT TO FIND MY FUCKING THERMAL PRE HEATER WITHOUT A FUCKING PUMPKIN SHOWING UP!"

Anyone walking into the warehouse would find Barry surrounded by circuit boards from a bygone era of computing that really no decent computer nerd would even think of using. Still, Barry was cobbling together some hybrid system that would eventually make his life easier. And possibly someone else's.

There was also a bunch of tiny smashed pumpkins against one of the walls of the warehouse.

[Open!]
badassprodigy: (WTF?)
2020-10-03 10:13 am

A warehouse called George - Saturday

Barry didn’t so much wake up to find a monkey this morning so much as turn around and her sitting on his console.

“Where the fuck did you come from?”

“It’s one of those weekends, dear boy,” the monkey replied in a proper British accent. “And I am your daemon.”

Barry glared at the monkey. “Right and you’re not-“

“I am not a ploy by a giant telepathic gorilla to get you back to Ramaat.”

Barry just stared at the monkey. “You know what? I’m just going to get back to work.”

“And I would be happy to assist,” the monkey replied, as she went to the console and began looking on eBay for ancient computer systems.

Barry blinked and shrugged. “Okay.”

And there was a brief pause before he said “Hey, could I-“

“No, Barry. I’m not giving you tissue samples.”

Barry sighed and went back to work.
badassprodigy: (Guy in the Chair)
2020-10-02 10:16 am

Brooklyn - Friday Evening FHT

Whether it was by a phone call, carrier pigeon or just plain handwavey goodness, the word got out that there was a Brooklyn in the multi-verse that was in trouble. Lucky enough there were a few good denizens of Fandom who were willing to help.

Coming through the portal right by the Brooklyn Bridge, it was readily apparent that portions of Brooklyn was in chaos. Buildings and people were "glitching" where the images of them shifted colors and shapes. For the buildings this was causing instabilities. For the people it was causing them pain.

And then there were the gremlins. They were now running around Brooklyn doing their biting thing on the populace of Brooklyn which added another layer of chaos to a borough that was already seeing enough weirdness.

Time for you all to big damn heroes, right?

[OCD in up!]
badassprodigy: (Seriously?)
2020-10-01 11:12 pm

A warehouse called George - Late Afternoon Friday

Lao Tzu once said “To see things in the seed, that is genius.”


Which is probably why Barry had been working all day in his warehouse. It wasn’t long after walking out of Brooklyn that Barry had calculated the probability of a certain visitor. And what that visitor was going to need.

As soon as the kid tripped the security sensors, Barry was putting the finishing touches on his creation.

“It’s about fucking time you showed up.” he called out.

[For one. Open after that.]
badassprodigy: (Default)
2020-10-01 08:19 am

A warehouse called George - Thursday Morning

The walk home from Caritas last night was very nice. Summer had spent the first part of the evening in the warehouse poking around at various experiments and projects asking questions. Which had led to chatting and then at one point Barry realized he was just talking to himself as Summer had fallen asleep on the couch.

Making sure she had a nice comfy blanket on her to keep her warm, Barry then went to work.

Barry had been up all night as usual, working on yet another project which was somewhat derailed when he noticed other abnormalities that had been popping up. And it appeared to have gremlin involvement.

Which of course was just fantastic news.

"Rube, do another round of analysis on the spandex carbon fiber polymer taking into account bio-electric charges as well as obfuscation of the visual light spectrum," he said quietly to his AI so as not to wake the girl who had fallen asleep. "And then forward all the gremlin analysis to the mayor's office via fax.

Jesse would be thrilled to have another 100 fax pages to read.

[Open. Summer modded with permission]
badassprodigy: (WTF?)
2020-09-28 10:11 pm

A warehouse called George - Monday Evening

Barry had been looking forward to the quiet in the warehouse. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy visitors or Roxie and Jeremy visiting. However there was something to be said for having the place to yourself and having the ability to concentrate on his work.

His current work was Summer’s portal gun which turned out to be trickier than he had originally thought. Then again he was more concerned about the safety protocols than the previous designer. He was just about to start work on the chrono-temporal matrix when his environmental klaxons.

Swearing up a storm, Barry pulled himself away from the gun to see what shit Fandom was pulling on him today.

“Fuck.”

It wasn’t just a portal that had opened up. It was an actual tear in the space-time continuum.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

And it just wasn’t affecting Fandom. Nope. Not good at all.

The portal gun was forgotten now. Nope. Now there was something new and more worrisome to deal with.

[Eatablishy]
badassprodigy: (Default)
2020-09-26 01:17 pm

Office #23 - All day Saturday

Barry had left Jeremy and Roxie back at the warehouse so he could at least have open office hours for any family and friends that were visiting. Barry was actually happy to leave because Roxie was forcing everyone to watch the animated version of meta Animal Farm again.

And after 53 times, Barry did not need to see that again.

[Open but SP due to weekend]
badassprodigy: (oh shit)
2020-09-25 04:39 pm

A warehouse called George - Friday Evening

After the welcome picnic, Barry had helped Roxie and Jeremy gather their things and haul them back to the warehouse.

Which had been redecorated in his absence.

"What. The. Ever. Loving. Fuck?"
badassprodigy: (Ray gun)
2020-09-20 03:29 pm

A warehouse called George - Sunday Evening

Barry is not one for sleep. It's usually when he doesn't that he makes the most progress as he can continue to follow his research and experiments to their ultimate conclusion.

As a result, Barry had made excellent progress on his latest project. Enough that he had six different portals of various colors currently open in his warehouse. One by one he sent a drone through to determine the relative safety and nature of the portals spinning about near the wall.

The first drone didn't make it an inch before it was thrown backwards at high velocity and completely smashed into tiny bits. Drones 2-4 made it at least a foot until they exploded. Five and six? They dissolved into liquid.

Barry sighed. Clearly there was more R&D that needed to be done.

[Open though massive SP]