Who: Barney and Robin When: Wednesday of Sneezing Week Where: Robin's room Summary: Barney decides to show her exactly how awesome being insubstantial can be~ Rating: PG most likely Warnings: Barney. Need I say more?
Robin had sneezed a few more times, her head starting to throb and eyes to prickle. What was going on this week? She had disbelievingly ran her own hand through the table a few times, watching it incredulously. In this place, honestly, she shouldn't be surprised. Barney didn't seem to care. But she wasn't Barney and damnit, this was weird.
She perked up a second though, thinking about what he had said. Walking through walls? Oooh, she could do some damage with that one, maybe not to Barney in particular (or yea, maybe to him..hmm). She could just waltz into stores after this. Jump in front of people in lines. Walk into a movie theater. Be the first in line at shoe sales. Lily would thank her so much. This could potentially be--
There was a low voice in her ear and Robin jumped up, already screaming, as she flailed away. She brought her leg up, aiming to kick whoever was behind her, heart hammering. Goddamnit, why didn't she have her gun?!
"Whoa!!" Barney jumped back, but the kick still caught him. Or it would've~ It went straight through him. He grinned maliciously at her. "Is that any way to greet your favorite inmate after you've been missing for ages?!" He quirked an eyebrow at her, standing in all his insubstantial glory.
"Barney!" she very nearly shrieked, falling back into the chair-- at least it wasn't the floor. She was not the most graceful creature, she would admit. Wait-- her foot-- went right.. THROUGH HIM.
"Ugh, Barney, don't do that, you idiot!" She was more angry than upset right now, and only angry because he'd scared her. She glared at him, moodily. "What do you mean, ages? What are you talking about?"
She glowered at him some more, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're lucky I didn't take your neck off," she said, in what was supposed to be a threatening voice but came out sort of weak.
Even her eyes felt itchy. Were they trying to make them sick? Probably, this place was a nightmare. She tried to look blearily up at him, to smile, when there was a weight shift on the bed as he sat and draped an arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him, thankful for the comforting weight. He was a good friend, and she even managed to crack a little laugh as he explained all the ways in which this was awesome. Yea, Barney had his faults, but he was a good friend.
"Marshall would probably enjoy this," she said, still resting against his shoulder, blinking her eyes at the pulse in her skull. "But, I'm not Marshall. That was just weird to me. I mean, my arm was stuck in your head. Seriously now. It was freaky." She shuddered at the mental image she was sure now would be burned in there forever, and then looked up at him, frowning. "And what do you mean, where have I been?"
Barney laughed, "Yeah, Marshall would be having the time of his life with this one!" He looked down to meet her gaze. "And, yeah, you haven't been around all week! It's Wednesday already! I'm just wondering if you were off screwing aliens again while I was all holed up here with these weirdos!"
She blinked at his comment. "Not around all week, but I just saw you yesterday and..." she trailed off, remembering the questions she'd asked when she'd first arrived and how some people went to sleep for awhile and then suddenly woke up. Comatose, wasn't it? She'd been comatose.
Awesome.
"Screwing aliens?" she huffed, trying to get offended but feeling too tired to get too hurt about it. "It was only two, and only one of them was an alien. Thing. The other one was just a jerk." That was wrapping the situation up in the wrong packaging, because Komui wasn't a jerk in any sense, but driven to perhaps jerk-like behaviors by her own not so rosy sentiments.
"Well I'm awake now," she said, shaking her head, "and I wasn't screwing any aliens, promise. Has it been this crazy all week?"
"Pretty much, yeah. Bros've been going crazy all week!" He hugged playfully her. "Surprised they haven't started killing each other yet. From what I remember this is around the time of week when that starts. Damn I did not miss this place!" He looks around, totally forgetting that Robin doesn't know he's been home.
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She perked up a second though, thinking about what he had said. Walking through walls? Oooh, she could do some damage with that one, maybe not to Barney in particular (or yea, maybe to him..hmm). She could just waltz into stores after this. Jump in front of people in lines. Walk into a movie theater. Be the first in line at shoe sales. Lily would thank her so much. This could potentially be--
There was a low voice in her ear and Robin jumped up, already screaming, as she flailed away. She brought her leg up, aiming to kick whoever was behind her, heart hammering. Goddamnit, why didn't she have her gun?!
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"Ugh, Barney, don't do that, you idiot!" She was more angry than upset right now, and only angry because he'd scared her. She glared at him, moodily. "What do you mean, ages? What are you talking about?"
She glowered at him some more, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're lucky I didn't take your neck off," she said, in what was supposed to be a threatening voice but came out sort of weak.
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"And when I say ages I mean...a week or so! Where've you been, Scherbatsky?!" He flicked her, his finger going through her forehead. God was this fun!
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"Marshall would probably enjoy this," she said, still resting against his shoulder, blinking her eyes at the pulse in her skull. "But, I'm not Marshall. That was just weird to me. I mean, my arm was stuck in your head. Seriously now. It was freaky." She shuddered at the mental image she was sure now would be burned in there forever, and then looked up at him, frowning. "And what do you mean, where have I been?"
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Awesome.
"Screwing aliens?" she huffed, trying to get offended but feeling too tired to get too hurt about it. "It was only two, and only one of them was an alien. Thing. The other one was just a jerk." That was wrapping the situation up in the wrong packaging, because Komui wasn't a jerk in any sense, but driven to perhaps jerk-like behaviors by her own not so rosy sentiments.
"Well I'm awake now," she said, shaking her head, "and I wasn't screwing any aliens, promise. Has it been this crazy all week?"
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