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Well I don't wanna be President, Superman, or Clark Kent

WHO: Herpoa #10
WHERE:....Heropa #10
WHEN: August 3rd
WHAT: Tiny Tina arrives and general roommate bonding.
WARNINGS: Language

Tiny Tina was so not one for car ride from The Man. She hadn't had to be restrained, she was a little too scrawny to actually be a physical threat and her main squeeze had been left in a different dimension, but she could probably be heard a block away yelling from inside the car as it parked in front of her new house.

"I've got my own own pad, you bitch-face minions! And don't even say this one's better 'CAUSE THAT'S A LOAD OF SKAG-"

Her rant was cut off as she was unceremoniously pushed out of the car. Mostly. She'd gotten a good grip in the car doorway, trying to scramble her way back in as they tried to shove her out.

"NUH-UH. Return to sender, muthahumper- hey, hey hey, I'm just playin', sucka."

It's not clear from an outside point of view what made Tina suddenly step back, put her hands in front of her in a 'no harm, playa' gesture, and start backing up towards the house.

"Ain't no thing. I'm headin', I'm headin'."

And then she was in the house, the car practically leaving tire marks as it sped away. She was in a house. A house filled with...carpets and tables and shit. Not a work bench or blood soaked corner in sight.

"Ugh. What a dump."

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Living in the government assigned housing was...relatively quiet. Which, admittedly, Sunset didn't mind; it's always nice coming home knowing you have a place to unwind and relax. But it could be a little awkward sometimes too, when you had a roommate that you barely know outside of his name and what he sounds like when he says "Hi."

But. It could be worse. It could always be worse.

She was sitting in her room, which was relatively barren beyond a few books and a slowly growing wardrobe, and everything was quiet as per usual until she heard the screeching of tires that sounded it it came from the front of the building complex, followed by the telltale sound of someone entering the townhouse and a voice that was...obviously not a male voice. She knew that these houses were assigned randomly so...a new roommate, perhaps? That's...mildly exciting. Especially since it sounds like a girl, which could also be nice since living with a grown man you don't know is...a little weird.

Sunset put her book aside, and headed downstairs to greet whoever it was that just arrived. A young blonde girl, a bit...younger than she had hoped (she looked like she was around Applejack's younger sister's age, honestly) but still, Sunset was always one for making good impressions ever since...well, she became good.

"Hi! Are...you new here?"

"Wha-"

Tiny went from flicking the hall light on and off (and on, and off, and on), to a half crouch, ready to run, at the voice. Men dropping her off in weird places usually had all kinds of messed up endings. But she stood back up straight, head cocking the side as she took in the welcome party.

"Aw, hey, girl. This some wayward house for ladies crap?"

Well, at least it got the girl to stop flicking the hall lights on, but her reaction was...odd to say the least. But then again, who was she to judge? She'd be jumpy too if she wasn't already used to all this dimension hopping.

The girl's question, however, caused Sunset to raise her eyebrow a little. A bit of a strange way to put it...didn't she read the pamphlet?

"Uh...it's not. This is where you've been assigned to live while you're stuck in this dimension." She offered Tina her hand for a shake. "I'm Sunset Shimmer, your new roommate! One of them, at least."

"Same thing, stripes."

Not her best work on nicknameification, but the hair...it kinda worked. Tina looked at the hand, then offered out a folded fist instead. Pound it, don't shake it.

"Stuck us fine ladies in the same boxhole. Thinkin' we can't manage our own selves."

"Stripes?"

Did...she look like a Zebra or something? Sunset paused to touch her mane, er, hair, for a moment before remembering that, oh yeah, multi-coloured hair still wasn't much of the norm here unless people went out of their way to dye it. Might be the same wherever this girl is from.

Luckily, fistbumps aren't exactly foreign to her (in fact, it took her awhile to get used to the concept of a handshake), and she responded in kind, bumping her fist against Tina's.

"Well, we can certainly manage on our own. But...well, I'm not sure if he's around at the moment, but our other roommate is a man. I...actually don't really know much about him but I'm sure we'll all get along--uh, sorry, I still don't know your name."

"Tiny Tina."

Maybe it has started out as a nickname, but far as she was concerned it was the whole deal. Been way too long since anyone called her anything else- if anyone ever had. Memories were unfun to focus on compared to explosives.

"Oh ho ho, a perv in the pad? That's-" she tilted her head back, just a little, so her yelling would carry through the house. "FREAKIN' RUDE, JUST SKULKIN' 'ROUND, FRIENDO."

Cue the door to the garage opening—maybe slamming open a little—and appears a tall man with terrible hair and an exasperated face. "What?" he says, irritated. "...I'm guessing you're new. Thanks for the yelling, Tiny Tina."

Well, this should be interesting. He folds his arm and leans in the doorway. "Harrison Wells."

Ironically, Tiny Tina's yell actually attracts the member of the house no one has met other than Harrison because he may have supersped everywhere in the house in order to avoid talking to anyone. Not the healthiest of coping mechanisms but he's a rough few months. Combine that with the slam and right after Harrison introduces himself, there's a blur coming down the stairs before it stops and sits on top of the kitchen counter looking both confused and a little concerned with maybe a drop of rain or two falling on top of his head.

"Technically I've been the one skulking around the house," Barry starts in lieu of a normal introduction, "Barry Allen. And technically this is his house since he was here first, before any of us."

It's then that he waves a little shyly, "hi, by the way."

The name didn't seem that off but again, her own name is Sunset Shimmer so. She couldn't judge even if it did sound off.

She was about to go into the usual 'It's very nice to meet you spiel' when she was caught off guard by what Tina said next, jumping a bit as soon as the young girl started shouting, and then jumping again when the door to the garage slams open. And then...at someone she hadn't seen before until just now seemingly appearing out of nowhere and...

Wow, her head hurts. Sunset groans a little bit, rubbing her forehead.

"Okay. Two...guys live here now. I guess." She gives Tina a sheepish smile. "And neither of them are perverts..."

"Whoa, they're growing from the walls."

Tiny is whipping her head (and the blood mask sitting on the side of it) back and forth between the two boys. She moves to grab Sunset's wrist, tugging her a little closer, making it clear this was her new bottom bitch.

"Ain't no one's house, girl." Yes, despite 'girl' she is clearly looking at the younger boy. "It's government shit, ya know. They don't hand out candy for free."

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"Allen, you didn't even—" Say hello isn't even spoken aloud, it's just illustrated in the way Harrison scrubs a hand over his face. He shouldn't be surprised, even he's hardly seen Barry since he brought the rest of his stuff over from 13. Maybe that will change now.

"Forget it. Yes, government housing, and apparently randomly assigned if," he gestures to all of them, "is anything to go by. Still here first. The garage, still my workspace. Hi," he adds to Sunset, which is once again most of the conversation they've had until now.

"It slipped my mind, Wells," Barry attempts to defend himself while just casually staring at the blood mask on or in Tiny Tina's hair. Has no one noticed that yet? Is he the first one to notice it among the three of them that aren't Tiny Tina? Does she even know she has the mask there?

"I loaned you part of my old garage, I get a bit of it," he starts, pointing at Harrison as he does so before looking at Sunset. "Hi, Barry Allen, know you just heard it, normally I'm not rude, but I think we just kept missing each other."

If there's a bit of sunshine above his head to accompany the smile he gives her when he says that, well, that's neither here nor there, because he's got more important things to point out. "So, is no one going to mention the fact that Tiny has a weird mask in her hair?"

Sunset finds herself being grabbed by the wrist and tugged closer to Tina, and while she's not exactly keen on being yanked around, her own personal bubble had been burst the moment she became friends with Pinkie Pie so the random grabbing is...nothing out of the ordinary. Even if she isn't sure why.

But she'll let Harrison do the talking because, he's right, he was here first, and she gives him a little half wave in response with her free hand.

"Hi...I...hope work is going well." She's kind of just grasping for a bit of normalcy to the conversation. And she gives that same unsure half-wave to Barry as well, just about to introduce herself properly to him when...

Well, she can't exactly see the mask from the side she's standing on, so Sunset cranes her neck over try to get a look.

"Oh! Was it Nightmare Night where you came from?"

Tiny Tina's mental record screeched to a stop at the mention of workspace. Conversation was still going on, she still had Sunset's wrist in hand, but even with that physical connection she was bouncing over in a skip to they two boys. Whether Sunset is dragged along or pulled free is her call. Both of them made shit. This was no little ladies home, clearly this was a weapons shop.

"Wait, wait, wait. We gots a workshop? Aw, now we's in biznes. Whatcha got for us?"

"I have a workshop. In the garage." ...oh, there's more? "I'm working on gravitational research. Which is going fine."

Is he standing a little defensively in the doorway now? He's had the run of the garage since he'd arrived, now he's supposed to surrender a bit, whatever that means, to Barry, and some portion to the small newcomer looking much too eager and, yeah, he can see now, wearing a really disturbing hair ornament.

This is a losing battle, but never let it be said Harrison Wells surrendered easily.

"What he means is he has been working on gravitational research and that he can make his work a little smaller because the two of us want to use the workshop too," Barry sees that defensive stance is having none of it. Harrison wanted him here, so now he gets to deal with this. The fact that he's also apparently vouching for Tiny Tina is just a bonus. Him being a nice housemate.

"But before she actually gets part of it, I really want an explanation on the mask. I'm a little worried I'm rooming with a murderer."

Again.

Sunset Shimmer, meanwhile, is finding herself being dragged further into this sudden whirlwind of roommate activity, when at first today had started out as a nice pleasant day.

But she still isn't trying to wrench free from Tina's grip either, and she just looks up at Harrison. This...is the most she's heard him speak for the entire month she's been living here.

"I'm sure since we all have to share this house, the garage is big enough for all of you to share." Says the so-called runner up for the Princess of Friendship. And she still isn't on the side of Tina to properly see the mask so again, she's just going to assume.

"I'm sure it's just a costume. Right Tina?"

"Hell, yeah. There's room. I gotta have a place to put my fine ass ladies and their sexy-"

But before she can finish there's all this talk finally hitting her ears. She has to look at each of them, confused, before she gets it. Apparently the psycho ratio was kina low 'round here or something? But she taps the air filter on the psycho mask and shakes her head.

"Hey, no worries for yaz, it's all good. No bandit bitch's gonna mess with our work space. Not with Tiny Tina here."

"...uh huh. Right. Well I feel better." It's so dry it sucks some of the humidity out of the Florida air. But Tina isn't the same as Hunter Zolomon. He's pretty sure of that already.

And it's not hard to think of a change of subject, since Tina's probably going to keep advancing on him until she goes right on through him and into the garage, towing Sunset the whole way for some reason. And since he's already lost the argument, thanks for that Allen, he takes a step back and waves a hand at the garage.

It's plenty big enough for more than just him. He doesn't even have that much equipment in it, just a homemade gravimeter and a computer with a few screens, a lot of different-sized weights. It's semi-messy, loose papers everywhere, but it could be cleaned up enough that two other people could work there. Fine.

"I'm glad one of us is," Barry manages to choke out but that's fine. Later. They'll all figure out what is going on with Tiny Tina. He would be glad if he was pretty sure she was a good guy but the mask really kind of sets him on edge and makes him just a bit dubious of that idea.

Barry actually zooms ahead which actually makes some of those loose papers fall to the floor but just in case there was something that was going to explode, he didn't want Tina and Sunset getting there first. He lets himself sit on the work stool that's clearly there before he looks between the other three.

"I could clean it real fast," he comments with a slight shrug.

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