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tushanshu_logs2013-10-23 07:03 pm
backinakidflash) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-10-23 07:03 pm
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Characters: Bart Allen and anyone
Date: 10/23-10-27
Location: ME-3A (or wherever you'd like!)
Situation: Bart has used the power of stubbornness to come up with a possible solution to The Hot Dog Problem Part 1: How to make the casing. Also, in a world without a costume shop, zombie makeup: what do?
Warnings/Rating: None so far!
[It's a nice day in the Metal Sector. The weather is beautiful, and the air is so crisp that, when the wind hits just right, it feels like apple cider tastes. Everyone's outside, enjoying autumn.
Almost everyone, that is. Bart Allen has been holed up indoors for most of his free time this week. He's got a lot of stuff to do right now. For one thing, he's trying to isolate cellulose from plant materials in an effort to make viscose, which he's read can be used to make artificial casings for sausages and franks. The cellulose is mundane, but the chemicals used in the process are caustic. Some are even explosive. The real problem is that he doesn't have all the necessary chemicals and equipment, so he's trying to make do.
Those who drop by ME-3A while he's working on it might be treated to, uh, interesting smells and bangs. Several pots have already been sacrificed.
But he's not only playing mad scientist as the days to Halloween tick down. Bart's also working on makeshift costume makeup - namely, to get himself looking as close to a zombie without resorting to actual blood. Clark told him that Invincible's partial to them and practically dared him to try and scare the guy. Challenge accepted. He's agreeable to help with the getup, and he's looking for unsuspecting people to try it out on.]
Date: 10/23-10-27
Location: ME-3A (or wherever you'd like!)
Situation: Bart has used the power of stubbornness to come up with a possible solution to The Hot Dog Problem Part 1: How to make the casing. Also, in a world without a costume shop, zombie makeup: what do?
Warnings/Rating: None so far!
[It's a nice day in the Metal Sector. The weather is beautiful, and the air is so crisp that, when the wind hits just right, it feels like apple cider tastes. Everyone's outside, enjoying autumn.
Almost everyone, that is. Bart Allen has been holed up indoors for most of his free time this week. He's got a lot of stuff to do right now. For one thing, he's trying to isolate cellulose from plant materials in an effort to make viscose, which he's read can be used to make artificial casings for sausages and franks. The cellulose is mundane, but the chemicals used in the process are caustic. Some are even explosive. The real problem is that he doesn't have all the necessary chemicals and equipment, so he's trying to make do.
Those who drop by ME-3A while he's working on it might be treated to, uh, interesting smells and bangs. Several pots have already been sacrificed.
But he's not only playing mad scientist as the days to Halloween tick down. Bart's also working on makeshift costume makeup - namely, to get himself looking as close to a zombie without resorting to actual blood. Clark told him that Invincible's partial to them and practically dared him to try and scare the guy. Challenge accepted. He's agreeable to help with the getup, and he's looking for unsuspecting people to try it out on.]
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You think science happened.
[Well. That's technically a lie. Barry's impressed by the fact that the kid's still in one piece and he's also impressed by whatever green goop is hanging from the shattered corpse of the beaker. Likely there's a story there, one he'll want to hear later.
But right now it's his turn to offer a sheepish smile.]
I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd...drop by for a visit. [Y'know, like real family members do?] See how you were doing, and all that.
[Replace Bart with an attractive female in her early-thirties and this could be the beginning of a really cheesy rom-com with a 25% rating on Rotten Tomatoes. As it is, Barry's genuinely trying to make an effort, even if he is falling on his figurative face for the most part.]
What were you trying to make though?
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[He laughs at this, despite the fact that he's now out the cost of a window and may have tripped their security system. He's almost poking at the goop now, but, given some of the things that went into it, Bart wouldn't dare touch it. Well. Maybe on a dare. With his little finger. He doesn't need that one anyway.]
I'm doing great. Great for being on a turtle with Dumbass wandering around somewhere. Do you think he's floating around body-less like Voldemort? Or is this more of a Sauron thing? A Randall Flagg thing?
[He shrugs, as if to say it doesn't matter, we'll get him.]
I was trying for viscose - you know, cellulose xanthate. So me and Dick could make hot dogs. But I'm not even sure the plants here have cellulose.