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[thishouseisbitchin]

This version of Barry Allen has, essentially, completely taken over the Star Labs TV room. The walls, the coffee table, the windows and even the television are completely covered in these strange symbols resembling pictographs and other such things. Barry is, at this moment, sitting on the floor and drawing on it with that ever present chalk marker.

On top of the television, a pile of ice cream bar sticks and wrappers. Apparently he has been eating something, at least.

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[froststorm]

Someone is trying to make sense of the Not-STAR Labs and peers into the TV Room to find the strange writings all over the walls, the windows, even the tv and coffee table.

"...B?" she asks cautiously. It's not the B that she knows but it's one that looks like him. And she's always been close with the CSI.

[thishouseisbitchin]

"S.E.Two. Bart? No, I don't think so." This may be in response to her, but it may very well not be. Either way, he doesn't really look up from her drawing.

[froststorm]

She moves over to where he's sitting, looking at the cryptograms around him. Crys cautiously crouches down by him.

"No, not Bart. I've met Bart." She's going to chalk this one up to a different Earth B. "...what are you drawing?"

[thishouseisbitchin]

"You can't wake up this, and this won't hurt more than a pinch. Cut the fuse, thank you. Oh!" A smile at her. "Hello."

[froststorm]

She gives a hesitant smile back.

"Hello."

Crys is tempted to search through her pockets to find her penlight and see if he got through a concussion or something. Instead, she holds out her hand to him.

"I'm Crystal Raymond. You can call me Crys."

[thishouseisbitchin]

If she's expecting him to shake her hand, she may be waiting a bit. It's entirely possible they are not yet even in the same conversation. He does, however, pause at the name 'Raymond'. "Ronnie. Unstable nuclear fission was always a danger in the transmutation process."

[froststorm]

Recognition is good!

"You know Ronnie? That's my dad. Firestorm?" she prompts.

[thishouseisbitchin]

"Their sacrifices were for you."

[froststorm]

"Their sacrifices?" she asks, confused.

[thishouseisbitchin]

"Ten seasons of Ross and Rachel." He draws a swirl next to a small square.

[froststorm]

"B, what did they sacrifice?" she asks. She doesn't think they did but this Barry was spouting all sorts of things.

[thishouseisbitchin]

" Can't you see the castles burning?"

[froststorm]

Castles burning? Crystal sits down with him, trying to figure that out. She wants to hug him so badly, not sure what kind of experience he had gone through to have his mind like this. Ten seasons of Ross and Rachel? What did all of it mean? She looks at teh symbols and cautiously reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder.

[tacksharp]

Becky still isn't sure how to feel about everything her brother had explained to her. Her head is still spinning something fierce as she wanders through other rooms in the lab she'd woke up in. Everything looks so sci-fi-flick-y, it's hard for her to believe any of it is even real.

She winds down a hallway and hears someone muttering something and follows the voice to a room filled with weird symbols she doesn't understand. She stands in the doorway, just staring at the stuff. "Whoa," she breathes out, a little amazed even though she doesn't know what any of it says.

[thishouseisbitchin]

Right now? Right now, Barry is camped out in front of the tv set, watching it...well, staring at it with some serious interest. Probably more seriousness than is required considering that behind the symbols drawn on the screen the program playing is an infomercial for "Star Shower Motion".

If he notices her entrance, he doesn't say anything.

[tacksharp]

Becky doesn't mind not being noticed. She prefers it, in most cases. She eventually tears her eyes away from the--literal--writing on the wall and pushes off the doorframe, stepping further into the room. She's still a few feet away from the guy, closer still to the door than him, in case she needs to jet, but she decides to actually address him anyway.

"Whatcha watchin'?"

[thishouseisbitchin]

In all probability, what he says isn't a response to her question. But it's close enough for carrots. "The stars are raining."

[tacksharp]

"Yeaaah..." she draws the word out, staring confused at the commercial on the screen. "I think they're fake ones, though. So it's okay."

A beat.

"I'm Becky." And another. "What's your name?"

[thishouseisbitchin]

"Draining. Oh. I don't know. Thank you?" He switches the channel.

[tacksharp]

"What's draining?" She tips her head a little. There's something off, here, but she has no idea what it is. "The sky?" she inches a little closer to him, lowering herself to sit near him, legs criss-crossed one under the other, facing him so she can watch him.

She decides to try the introduction again. "I'm Becky," she puts a hand on her chest, indicating herself. "Who are you?" she moves that same hand out, fingers stretched toward him.

[thishouseisbitchin]

At least he does seem to notice her, as he stares at her outstretched hand. He doesn't make a move to shake her hand, but he does hand her the remote control. Maybe that's what she wanted, right? "The Scarlet Speedster, the Crimson Comet, you weren't fast enough."

[tacksharp]

She blinks and looks down at the remote he'd pressed into her hand. Not her intention, but okay. She clicks the channel around a couple of times and just leaves it on some show that's teaching how drums are made. Huh, that's kinda cool--

Right.

She looks back at him. "Okay, I don't know what that means, but I'mma call you Scarlet til I know anything different." She sets the remote aside and considers his words again. "Fast enough for what?"

[thishouseisbitchin]

"Red and dead. You can't lock up the darkness." He frowns to himself, then at the drumming program.

[tacksharp]

"Do you have darkness in you?" She asks, squinting a little at his reaction to his own words. "I think everyone does, to a certain degree. Parts of you, you don't want to exist, that you wanna hide from the world. You just have to not let that part control the rest of you."

[thishouseisbitchin]

"So many faces. I don't know him. Zoom. Is he here?" There's a tone of concern, here.