May Catch-all!

[pobrecisco]

WHO: Cisco Ramon and anyone else
WHERE: Heropa and De Chima
WHEN: All throughout May
WHAT: Catch-all! Prompts are open to all that would be in those locations, but hit me up at rathaway if you want something specific tho
WARNINGS: Flash spoilers through the whole second season, but not much else.


HEROPA #13 (residents + approved houseguests/housepests only)

[ Things have been stupid and complicated for Team Flash lately, but Cisco knows one surefire way to bring the mood up. He comes home from work one day with his arms laden with bags from a nearby electronics store. He spends a whole afternoon rigging up a new sound system and a couple of brand new games consoles, even complete with a couple of VR headsets. A new shelf fills up quickly with games and controllers, as well as some new movies.

He stands back once everything is finished being installed and surveys his work proudly. ]

Let the games begin!


HEROPA - SUMMER WEATHER

[ Sometimes it seems to Cisco like the biggest upside of being stuck in this world is that he now gets to live in Florida instead of Missouri. Which means it's been summer weather since March, but it's been especially gorgeous going into May. So gorgeous, in fact, that Cisco's breaking all the rules of nerddom and spending a whole lot of time outside.

All month long he can be found chilling outside local ice cream places, lazing around on the neatly manicured lawns of Heropa's several public parks (where he's usually still glued to his comm), and even doing the occasional lap in a community pool, now that it's finally opened. He's always ready with a friendly grin if approached, so come bug him.]


DE CHIMA - COFFEE SHOP

[ De Chima, on the other hand, isn't nearly as sunny as Heropa, so Cisco's breaks from work are spent in a coffee shop just down the block from StarkTech. He's there for lunch just about every day, tucked away in a corner with a laptop and the largest coffee they'll sell him, picking his way through code and digital blueprints for whatever project he's working on next. Occasionally, he gives up the laptop to sketch designs for things like remote drones, super suits, and even a modified car engine on paper. Even though he's no great artist, they're still detailed enough for anyone who peers over his shoulder to get the gist of. He's really absorbed in his work, though, so better speak up before peeking, or you might startle him. It'd be a shame if he spilled his coffee all over his hard work! ]


DE CHIMA - STARKTECH (employees only)

[ Cisco's been taking more and more of his work home with him lately, since his garage back in Heropa is close to a fully-functioning lab, so he's cut his actual on-site hours back a good deal, happier in his own space than his shared lab, where he's been repeatedly asked to stop singing Top 40 radio hits while he woroks. But he still has to go in every now and then, to make use of testing facilities, file his reports and funding paperwork, and occasionally take advantage of the higher computing power in the programming labs to run test scenarios and work out programming bugs in the software for his drones.

He's worked there long enough that he knows just about everyone in his departments well enough to casually chat with them in between work, even if his greatest hits haven't made him the most popular guy in the office. But hey, maybe some people are into it! ]

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Heropa #13, for Barry and Cisco | idk 5/7

[foreshadower]

[ It was hard to reach Shade by phone, he actually preferred to be reached by person, but so few people actually let him get away by communicating primarily face to face, that he was shocked when he actually received a message that asked for him to come by for something face to face. That, in of itself was rare.

It was even rarer to be offered dinner.

By people who didn't cook. That was foolish, at best, but he acquiesced, and shimmered into view at the designated time, dressed more appropriately for the summer than usual -- only black slacks, a thin shirt, tie, and a vest. Very casual. He didn't even have his hat on, but the sunglasses and cane were still permanent features.

He held the cane behind his back, at an angle, when he materialized, before he stepped forward, and leaned on it, in their foyer, looking very much like he'd been there more than one time. Spoilers: he had. ]

I hope you don't mind I let myself in. [ He said, a touch of a laugh in his voice. Like anyone was going to stop him. ]

[tardily]

[ Barry jumps a little when he hears Shade mostly because he wasn't expecting him right at that second and because he wasn't facing the foyer so he didn't even remotely get a heads up that Shade would be there. He turns around and stares at where the hat should be and just focuses on it instead of on Shade's face. ]

Would have liked a heads up, but I'm used to it. Almost. Do it in the middle of the night some time next week and we could just agree on you having blanket letting yourself in permission. [ Maybe if he talks enough this won't be the worst conversation he's had lately. ] You hungry?

[foreshadower]

You say that as if I don't.

[ He said. Mildly.

It was a joke, maybe, with a kernel of truth to it, and he looked at Barry, curious more than anything. Nobody actually invited Shade most of the time. He was often just there, because he could. He simply just showed up, even if nobody wanted him around, and being invited was eerie.

Or maybe it was that they just expected him to show up. Semantics. ]

I don't know if hungry is the word, by the way. I don't have to eat, but I suppose I could be called peckish, if you have something. I'd almost feel honored, having all these meals with the Flash.

Heropa #13

[causational]

[Eddie's been vaguely aware that Cisco's been setting something up in the living room for half the day, but he hasn't really stopped to ask him what's up. Of course he's poked his head in now and again to make sure he doesn't need help with any heavy lifting, but it all seems to be speakers and video game things Eddie's not really an expert at.

But when he hears Cisco say 'let the games begin' from the other room just as he finishes making his dinner, Eddie makes a decision. Scooping out two bowls of the stew he's been simmering in the crock pot all day, he sticks a fresh-out-of-the-oven canned biscuit at the edge of both bowls and heads into the living room. Holding one out to Cisco, he looks at the set up.]

Wow. What is all of this?

[pobrecisco]

[ Cisco just accepts the bowl without asking. As much as he still lives 75% off of takeout, he's gotten used to Eddie's habit of just feeding whoever walks past him. ]

New entertainment system. [ He dunks the biscuit into the stew and chews it, continuing on to talk with his mouth full. Gross, Cisco. ] I reworked the speakers so we've got better surround sound, and got a whole bunch of video games.

[causational]

[Eddie doesn't really hesitate on dipping his biscuit in the stew and chewing on it either, though he keeps his mouth shut. And thankfully, he's pretty much immune to Cisco chewing with his mouth full at this point.]

You bought this for us?

[His brow raises, and he wanders over, leaning and looking at all the stuff Cisco set up. He might not be an expert with video games and electronics, but he does know a good entertainment system when he sees it.]

That's amazing. What games? Any shooting games?

heropa summer weather

[aviate]

[Most superheroes tended to be in great shape, something to do with all that physical activity that went into punching people and Hal wasn't the exception despite the fact that he really only needed his brain. Add a swimming pool and he's getting a few people feeling self-conscious when all he's doing is lying back in a tube.

He peers over the top of his sunglasses at Cisco doing a lap and the next time he comes close decides to strike up a conversation.]

Getting into shape?

[pobrecisco]

[ Cisco's not sure if he'd count himself as a superhero, despite the metahuman thing, but current events have made him decide it certainly wouldn't hurt to get a little more in shape, even if his powers aren't physical at all, and he's not really much of a fighter anyway. But hey, swimming is fun no matter what, right?

He stops and treads water in place when Hal gets his attention. No kidding Hal makes people feel self-conscious, but Cisco's at least used to Barry's abs enough to not feel too bad about himself. ]

Uh, yeah. Something like that.

[aviate]

It helps if you go on patrol as well. Ask Barry to take you some time.

[Hal is an overpowered bastard who doesn't patrol because him against the average mugger is complete overkill.]

heropa summer!

[princeofrats]

Cisco! Cisco, look!

[ Sup Cisco, Mouse is waving at him from a nearby alleyway. He has a towering, multicoloured ice cream cone in one hand, and the cheesy flip-flops clutched in the other. He's waving with the hand holding the flip-flops, naturally, because who in their right mind would risk overbalancing an ice cream cone? ]

The cheese-shoes worked!

[pobrecisco]

[ Cisco looks up from licking a drip of bright pink ice cream off his hand when Mouse calls out for him, and immediately laughs, delighted. ]

Dude! Awesome.

[princeofrats]

[ Mouse comes loping over, and a couple of rats relieve him of the flip-flops in mid-stride. They're efficient like that! ]

They put every flavour in here! I don't even know what half of these are!

» coffee shop

[divaricate]

[Wanda is actually in De Chima more frequently now than she had been before. She's in this particular coffee shop just for some coffee, no food - she'll grab lunch elsewhere in about a half hour or so when she's more hungry.

With her cup in hand, she starts to look for a table to sit at, but passes a man who appears to be sketching designs for something; she can't quite tell what, since she's not right up in his personal bubble of space. Hopefully that means she's far enough away to not startle him too much.]

Hi. [She says in a friendly tone, though there's already hints of curiosity in it. There's a beat of silence.] Sorry, I noticed whatever you're working on looks rather interesting.

[She offers a small smile; she's not a tech person at ALL, but she's met a few people here who are tech people and are pretty cool.]

[pobrecisco]

[ Cisco looks up abruptly from his work. Once she's closer, it's clear to see that most of the paper is taken up by a drawing of a hero suit, specifically the Flash's. There are arrows and design notes scribbled all around it in Cisco's messy chicken scratch, and there's half a blueprint for a remote controlled drone in one margin. ]

Oh, uh. Hey. It's just some designs for work.

Heropa 13's garage, +1 new housepest

[harrisonwells]

[Well, Cisco had offered. He should have known Harrison would take him up on it. So here he is, walking over from Heropa 10 and straight into Heropa 13's garage-slash-lab space. He wants to look it over first before he starts getting ideas of what he might be able to get up to in there, after all.

And sleeping last night had been an adventure. He's very used to erratic hours and not sleeping at all, but usually it's because he wants to stay up, not because he could hear every time the refrigerator switched on and off like it was in the room with him. And he hasn't seen the other resident of the house yet, but that room is drawing a lot of power.

So it's a fairly standard grumpy, surly Harrison Wells suddenly appearing in Cisco's space, picking things up and examining them and setting them down. Good morning, Cisco. Is there coffee here.]

[pobrecisco]

[ Cisco's not in the lab when Harry lets himself in, but it's not long before he's coming in, wearing an oversized t-shirt bearing a crescent moon logo on the chest, pajama pants, and slippers, with a bowl of cereal in one hand and a StarkTech mug full of coffee in the other. He stops short in the doorway. ]

...Just so you know, this lab runs strictly on a you break it, you buy it basis.

[harrisonwells]

[Harrison glances up, rolls his eyes elaborately, and deliberately too-gently sets down the half-finished jumble of parts he'd been looking at. He has no idea what it is. It's probably fragile.]

Sure. Do you have any other coffee?

[There'd only been whole beans in the kitchen at #10 and there's no way he's going to operate something as loud as a coffee grinder, not until he gets used to this hearing thing and doesn't need to scowl at the refrigerator for humming too loudly.]

M & Team Flash, Heropa 13- Meet the Fam

[pobrecisco]

[ When you've been dating someone for nearly six months, it's probably well past time to introduce them to the family, right? Well, Cisco's family isn't here, but he has the next best thing (or probably the first-best, considering the Ramon family): a newly arrived pack of friends from home. And on top of that, he and all of his friends have been having a terrible time lately, so he's going to go ahead and order a bunch of pizzas from a fancy gourmet pizza place out by the Porter base in Cape Canaveral that M introduced him to, and invite everyone over for dinner at Heropa 13. Because nothing says bonding like pizza and beer, right? ]

[heliophilic]

[Though M had come to Heropa 13 several times since dating Cisco, he hadn't really had any real contact with any of its inhabitants outside of hanging with Eddie from time to time, and that time The Flash hilariously attempted to threaten him. Oh, and their jester, if he counted.

Rather than Door inside their house (it seemed rude), M instead created a Door on the sidewalk outside, walked up to the front doo the old fashioned way. Juggling a large bag of chips out of the way, he reached over and rings the doorbell.]

[trigeminalheadache]

[ This isn't her house, she doesn't live here, but Caitlin sure is answering the door. The others, Barry and Cisco and Eddie, are busy here and there, and really, this would be a great test for the power dampener Cisco's fashioned for her: a large (especially compared to her thin wrist) clunky-looking bracelet on her right arm.

Whatever she was doing before, it's stopped immediately when the doorbell rings. Should she be cautious, be nervous? If it was Hunter, he wouldn't ring the doorbell. Possibly the same for Dr. Wells. Err, Eobard Thawne. (Did Eobard know where they lived?) The door opens wide, with her standing at the edge, a small, optimistic smile showing. ] Hi. Are you a friend of Cisco's?

come at me flashfam

[harrisonwells]

[It's been three days. Harrison still hears everything, but he's finally beginning to filter some of it out, although he's still easily distracted by things that aren't in the room. That, and the lack of a good night's sleep since he arrived, have only increased his resemblance to an annoyed cat.

But he's here, partly because Cisco invited him and it's probably a good idea to say hello to everyone from home, and partly because Jesse convinced him. He's almost certainly in the garage lab, but maybe someone's dragged him inside the house, to mingle like a person.]

[causational]

[It's probably not the best place to go, but Eddie needs a bit of a break from all the people. It isn't that he's tired of socializing, it's just hard to try to keep his mood under control so he doesn't invite bad luck on basically everyone he knows and cares about while they're gathered in the house. It's been a rough few months, and despite M's attempts at training him, he still doesn't have the whole thing completely under control.

And of course, the streak of bad luck continues when he ducks into Cisco's workshop in the garage and sees Harrison Wells standing there. It's still a little jarring, after so many months of thinking of him as Eobard Thawne, whenever he actually sees that face. But the body language is different, the way he talks, his temperament, so after a bit of observation it had become easier to see the difference right away.

Exhaling out some of his nervousness, he squares his shoulders and walks over with a contained little smile, offers his hand.]

Hi. Harrison Wells, right? I'm Eddie. Eddie Thawne.

[quickgenius]

[The thought had occurred to her, even as she was convincing her dad to go, of cutting out. Not going. She has wings, and they’re huge and unwieldy and she has trouble balancing herself sometimes, let alone keeping control of them. She’s dangerous. To other people and breakables. And she stands out. The stares. The whispers. She can’t help but notice them. And no matter how hard she ducks her head, how much she tries to be unnoticeable… the wings stand out. Bring attention to her whether she likes it or not.

But she’s convinced her dad to go, and he’d know if she was planning on cutting out. And they’re a team. So she goes, sticking awkwardly near him, trying to find somewhere that’s safe for her to stand, somewhere she won’t knock things off when her wings go haywire, curling in on herself a little, frowning and shifting awkwardly with a wince off and on.

She wants to drag him inside, to mingle and be with people, but how can she when she takes up so much space and being around her is a hazard? Even if she does want to see everyone from home they don't deserve being bowled over or ending up with an accidental faceful of feathers.

At least she has projects to work on. She’s trying to make something for her dad, to help with his increased hearing. The… thing for his room is almost done. Version 1.0, anyway. Something wearable is next, once the room device gets hammered out a little.]

for eddie.

[trigeminalheadache]

[ It was bound to happen eventually.

Caitlin's taste for heels has already gotten her in trouble in the past. Most recently when Killer Frost formed ice under her feet while she was trying to run away. She'd skidded and slid, slamming into an engine car. That had been taken care of when the porter brought her here, but she can still remember what the bruises felt like as they started to form along her spine and shoulders.

This isn't nearly as dramatic.

Dinner is well underway, and while beer had been on the invitation and in most everyone's hands, she's stuck to water and soda. Until now. Most people probably wouldn't think it, but she has a real taste for beer. It was something Ronnie introduced her to, and he liked everything from chic microbrews to nearly generic grocery store brand. She's got a bottle in hand, crossing through the kitchen on her way back to the living room when, mid-stride, the heel of her shoe cracks and folds beneath her foot. She's left off-balance, teetering, her arms pinwheeling as the bottle slips out of her hand.

She's going to fall, it's happening, and all she can do is hope she's not going to hit the floor too hard. ]

[causational]

[Eddie wasn't really paying attention, and his mood had dropped a little - he's been doing his best to control things, to keep himself as upbeat as possible by thinking happy thoughts, by keeping his mindset as positive as he can. But every now and again, it slips, and he thinks about something he doesn't want to. The pictures of his son that Eobard had shown him, or how long it's been since he's been home, and something bad happens.

This time, Caitlin is the victim. It's the movement that catches his eye, as she goes over, her hands moving jerkily, abruptly, as she tries to catch her balance, and Eddie reacts instinctively. There's no hope of catching both her and the beer, but it's obvious which one is more important.

Two quick steps and he lunges for her, his arms outstretched as she loses her balance and falls over, gets an arm around her waist and brings the other one up to cup her shoulders, lets her weight fall against his torso. Putting one foot back behind the other, he absorbs the impact of her body against his, and catches her weight against him.

His mouth curves into a sheepish little smile.]

I am so sorry, Caitlin.