The Continuing Adventures of Barry Ween

Barry hadn't slept. This wasn't new of course. However what was different was... well whatever the fuck was going on with him.

Weird muscle contractions. Random spouting off of phrases or noises whenever he cursed.

And worst of all? The tests he had run so far were showing nothing out of the ordinary.

Which made him wonder if he was finally losing his shit and had gone crazy.

( Rikku, Gummis and Rainbows... Oh my! )

[Preplayed with the fabulous the_merriest. Because every plot needs a little Rikku, don't you think? And... open for interaction.] Warning: Barry is not wearing pants. Because that's how he rolls.

Last week while Barry had been doing a survey of the island, he had found a perfect location for his new lab/workshop in the land of abandoned warehouses on the Southwestern portion of the island. The space was perfect and the power supply was... well he was going to upgrade that anyway.

After making arrangements through a Portalocity approved shipping service, Barry was all set to move in and was waiting for his shipment to arrive and get his lab set up.

The only problem being that someone had already locked up the warehouse with a series of sophisticated locks and alarm devices.

"Fuck that!"

Which is why Barry was in the process of bypassing those locks and alarms to get to his warehouse before his lab equipment arrived.

Except he might have tripped one tiny-itty-bitty motion sensor detector. Oops.

[For two people in particular... Also NFB]