The Continuing Adventures of Barry Ween

Ezra Pound once said that "a man of genius has a right to any mode of expression."

Possibly true. But Ezra hasn't spent a week with Barry Ween when his current mode of expression is being a miserable dick.

Except for some brief appearances at classes this week, Barry had spent the majority of his time in his warehouse and avoiding the public at large. At this point it felt better to dwell in the world of scientific experiments than talking with people. Even calls from back home were met with snippy-ness and more curse words than usual. Enough that it made his friends at home ask what was going on which usually led to Barry quickly ending the call in a terse manner.

Suffice to say: Entering into the warehouse to talk to Barry may be a dangerous situation.

[Open]

Sunday night the cub and the puppy had fallen asleep cuddled up on a couch. They were still covered in glitter and had exhausted themselves by chasing each other around the warehouse for most of the weekend.

However when Barry awoke this morning he was happy to find that he had returned to his normal human form. He was also aware that there was also a naked girlfriend right next to him.

Now... normally this would be a happy occasion for a teenage male. However Barry was also aware that this would probably freak said girlfriend out and possibly cause most of the island to freeze up a couple months before winter hit.

So he was just going to try and quietly disentangle himself from Elsa before she woke up and see if he could rectify the situation before the island turned into a glacier.

Fandom citizens can thank him later if it works.

[Elsa modded with permission

Barry wasn't really asleep. He was actually staring at the ceiling and calculating the various possibilities of why so many people were yelling incoherently this morning.

Was it alternate universe kids? Nah. Wasn't after a dance. 5% probability.
Inanimate objects coming to life? Nope. Nothing was going on in his room. 2% probability
Dorm invasion? Nah. No radio announcement from the principal. 1% probability.
Everyone becoming wee tiny? Nah. Barry hadn't changed. 5% probability

Eventually he could get out of bed and figure out what it actually was but for now he was content to let his brain flip through the probabilities.

( Barry? )

[Preplayed with by iceolatedqueen via e-mail

Barry had fallen asleep on the couch after the team had safely boarded the sub. Elsa too had fallen asleep (And Ichabod too if he was still there).

The monitors on the sub were still active as the crew and the rescued made their way back home.

Barry was not one for wasting time. The backlog of work he needed to complete because of the time lost while he was a dog was enormous. So after working with Joker to capture a gremlin, Barry had immediately set to work procuring a sample of the gremlin venom.

The process of getting said gremlin venom was not difficult to do. He merely stuck a fake rubber arm into said cage where the aggravated gremlin promptly bit.

After procuring the sample, Barry immediately began analyzing the substance and it's hallucinogenic properties. In truth the venom itself was quite simple from Barry's point of view and it only took a couple of hours before he had a working sample ready to ship to one of his subsidiaries for proper testing.

"That was almost too fucking easy," Barry said as he capped off the syringe. "I wonder why no one ever tried to come up with a solution like this before?"

( Vaccines and Gremlins and R Kelly... Oh my! )

[Preplayed with the fabulous iceolatedqueen, fly_so_serious, and nobloodymessiah. NFI. Everything okay for broadcast but Elsa's powers are NFB. OOC comments? Yes, please!]

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.

( Bollywood and Barry don't mix )

Charles Baudelaire once said that genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.

Which is why Barry picked the lock to Elsa's room in order to switch out her bed with one he made yesterday in class.

Specifically a trampoline bed.

Hey, there's totally a method to his madness.

And while Elsa was at work he was being mad in her room. Or something.

Whatever. He was switching Elsa's bed out with a trampoline bed.

[Elsa's room modded with permission. If you wish to see what Barry is doing, ping in. Elsa's thread comes in last.]