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thishouseisbitchin) wrote in
starlaboratories2018-01-15 01:28 am
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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.
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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"Not really," comes her automatic retort, "we're all kind of stuck here."
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"What engine?" she asks.
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"Barry," she calls out. She tries a different tactic and clears her throat, using her best doctor voice. "Mr. Allen."
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She doesn't know him. Not in this capacity, not at this age.
"How about we get you some water to drink and something to eat? Other than ice cream bars."
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"You could be. Is there anyone here you might know?"
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"An earlier Barry, then." Maybe he could fix this...whatever this is.
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"Okay. I'll go get that Barry. And hopefully point him back to here. Then he might be able to help you?" she asks.
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THe corners of her lips turn up at that.
"Okay next fastest, then," she concedes. For now, she sits with him, thinking he might want the company.