The Warehouse: All day Saturday

[notaweenie]

Barry had considered going home for the holidays but in the end decided to stick around in Fandom. All the weird holiday stuff going had no scientific reasoning and it was bugging the shit of him.

"Pillows just don't turn into fucking cotton candy!"

Scientific research on Fandom Advent was driving him bat shit.

[Open for SP!]

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[never_dull]

Hannibal, having finished all the Christmas shopping he could do in stores (even stores that shipped via Portalocity), was working on those things he couldn't.

Which had brought him here. He was slightly skeptical, but optimistic and curious.

He was also polite, so after failing to find a doorbell he could recognize as such, he knocked.

[notaweenie]

"Door's open!" Barry shouted from his workspace. "Come on in Dr. Lecter. Sorry I didn't call you back the other day. This weird holiday stuff is driving me nuts."

[never_dull]

Hannibal came in cautiously, watching his step. "I had heard you might be busy. And I'm familiar with the mindset of very focused people," he added wryly. "You did get my message, though."

[notaweenie]

"Yeah, who's the mutual friend you were talking about?" Barry asked. "I mean electronics are easy but if you want something tailored it might take a day or so."

[iceolatedqueen]

"Please, please tell me I'm not the only one who's been followed around today by very tiny, very helpful people?"

Elsa was looking maybe just a touch chagrined as she peered in through the doorway of the warehouse.

"They tell me they're elves, but..." She looked a little dubious. Elves in Norse mythos were very different from the ones that were wandering around the island. And the tiny Christmas elf thing was, if it was a holiday tradition in Elsa's time at all, an exceptionally new one. "They're not like any elf I've read about."

[notaweenie]

"No one has been pestering me," Barry said turning around to look at Elsa. "Maybe because I'd just tell them to fuck off."

[iceolatedqueen]

Elsa couldn't help but smile a little at that.

"They keep insisting that they're here to fix things," she explained, making her way across the room and looking around at... whatever it was he was up to, in here. "But I haven't broken anything, so they've been out of luck around me. It's probably for the best that they've been leaving you alone. I can't imagine their 'helping' would be very good for your..."

...

"Your research?"

No, really. She had no idea what was going on here, but it was probably the most festive science ever.

[notaweenie]

"Yeah," Barry said with a sigh. "Whatever this island is doing it's completely fucked up and I can't figure out how this shit is happening. Makes no fucking sense."

Someone might be a bit testy from wearing a Santa hat yesterday.

It was scratchy.