harrisonwells | EUDIO: IC INBOX

oh i mean thanks that's really cool you're even considering it but i couldn't ask you to do that if something goes down i wouldn't want you to get kicked out too just for helping i wouldn't hate a webshooter upgrade though they could stand to fire off a little quicker

Nothing's going to go down. But there's no harm in planning. I could look into that. Let me know when you want to come by.

[Yeah, that ball is still in Gwen's court.]

tonight how about tonight?

If you're sure. I'd like that.

yeah. absolutely. i'll bring my watch, too?

Bring it. I've had some thoughts about that.

have you? oh my god this is the most shocking news the MOST shocking news i have heard in wow in years maybe i've never been so shocked in my life

Hush, Ms. Stacy, or I'll render it pink.

oo, promise?

I should have known you'd take that the wrong way.

pssh what was the "right" way?

There wasn't one. I haven't seen it, maybe pink would improve it.

oh you're talking about the watch i mean yeah pink is good pink would match my costume

I wouldn't have said 'render' if I was talking about other things I could make pink. See you tonight.

[ she wants to text him back maybe, make some remark that would most likely end with "you nerd", but she doesn't. ten minutes later and she's feeling something that's a little bit like guilt, but not enough to change her mind, send a text to cancel. work goes by quick, and she heads to the labs with her webshooters on her wrists and her portal watch in her backpack, costume stuffed in there too, but she doesn't change. she kinda loves that she doesn't have to anymore.

when she buzzes to get into the building and pops up on the security cameras, her hair's got that same wild windswept look it always does after she gets done swinging around the city, but she's not making any moves to fix it. any guilt of nerves she might be feeling ( it's been a little while since she's last hung out with Harrison, maybe the stuff going on with Barry will change things. she doesn't know. but she needs to find out for herself ) are wiped from her expression once she's strolling into Harrison's lab, already moving to swing her backpack around to the front so she can get the watch out ]

I'd say hey and ask how've you been, but I know you're only going to be thinking of one thing the whole time so- [ tada! it looks like a power ranger morphin time device thing. i'd link a picture but I can't find a good shot of the dang thing. anyway! ] Et voila. My portal watch.

[The little buzz of the security measures—increased significantly lately—has Harrison glancing up, and setting aside what he'd been working on, and then picking it up again so he's working when she arrives. He isn't certain either how his conflict with Barry is going to change things between them, so it's better to stay busy.

But she looks no different, and just seeing her again makes him smile as he sets aside what he'd been working on and swings around to face her. And to accept the device she holds out. He might have been thinking of something else, but now that's made an appearance, she's right, that's all he'd be thinking of until he got a chance to look it over.

He still gives her an absent "I'm fine" as he swings around again to put it under the light.] And this lets you move between universes. Just you?

Well, I can bring a buddy or two. The portal stays open as long as I want it to. Also it wasn't really made for me, exactly, I was just the one that ended up with it at the end of- everything. [ the fight against the Inheritors. which feels like forever ago ( over a year now, wow ), but it still stings to think about it. to think how she just ran off to this place after. ehh, it's fine. ]

I haven't told anybody about it back home, but I imagine if it ever came up, I'd just tell them it was for me only. The last thing I need is somebody swiping it and making bad life decisions in other universes.

[He's nodding along, listening to every word even as he's sitting down and plucking a tiny screwdriver out of the tool rack nearby. He doesn't plan on taking it apart immediately, but the outer plates can come off without affecting the mechanism, he can see that already.]

Good idea. I might—might—be able to personalize it. We'll see.

[And then he remembers himself and glances over his shoulder, and smiles a little.] Hi. [And the little smile is still there when he goes back to work.]

[ she's most definitely hovering, but only because she is protective of that tech, even if it's totally useless here. it's what allows her to hang out with Jess, which is vitally important to her mental health, okay. that woman is her supertherapist. but she does trust Harrison, so when he turns around just to say hi to her, she grins back, relaxes a bit.

relaxing, in this case, meaning she's leaning down to rest her chin on his shoulder, her arm moving to kinda drape over his opposite shoulder, hand on his chest. just one hand, though! wouldn't want to get in the way of all that nerdy tinkering ]

Hi.

[And that right there, that is not a problem at all. It's familiar, it seems to be something people he cares about like to do, watching him work over his shoulder. But it's new, because it's Gwen, and she's new and familiar at the same time, so he just absently leans his head over to rest it against hers for a moment before gingerly lifting one of the plates off to expose the watch's innards.

Now he might not talk again for a while, as he looks over it, assembling the pieces in his mind and deconstructing it there, tracing what goes where and why, starting to unravel how it does what it does. Always in the back of his mind looking for ways to improve, or customize it so she's the only one who can use it. Maybe it isn't possible, but if it is, he'll find it.]

[ it's kind of cool, watching him do whatever he's doing here - just looking, but still - because even if she's not a science whiz kid like Peter was, she's still interested in it. it allows her to safely walk into other universes like she's walking through a doorway, that's rad. plus, he's looking at it like he actually understands it, how it works, and that's enough to get her to be quiet for a little bit and appreciate the level of nerd required to do that.

and appreciate how attractive he is right now, yeah. Gwen's type is weird, ok, she knows. ]

Did you make things like this in your world? Is it possible? [ it's a quiet kind of curiosity, she's too comfortable to get hyped and ask a bajillion questions, even if she has them ] I heard about the breaches, but I never thought to ask Barry or Cisco about this stuff. I mean, I know it's Cisco's job, but. [ not the point!! ] Tell me about what kind of stuff you worked on back home?

I didn't, but it might be possible. [With everything he's inadvertently learned about traveling between worlds, he might actually be able to make something like this, given some time to actually sit in a research lab without needing to worry about being interrupted by someone trying to kill him, or his friends, or the rest of the world.

The question makes him smile as he traces a wire back into the depths.]

Well. Before we activated the accelerator. [And everything changed for the substantially worse.] Particle physics was my area, I wanted to understand how the universe worked, but Tess, she was the one who looked at the world and led the way. We...Tess and I started STAR Labs to research projects unconnected to the government, or commercial business interests. We started with clean energy.

Better intentions than the big sciencey corporation in my world. Oscorp, it's- [ her eyes widen and she shakes her head a little bit, finally standing up straight again, even if she keeps her hands on his shoulders. she's not even actively making a point to be touchy or handsy, she's just- comfortable with him. she'll clue into it later, maybe. ]

They're the reason behind most of the crime and corruption in my city, but they never take responsibility, never face the consequences. They get away with murder, sometimes literally. [ she huffs, and she doesn't mean to be fidgeting or poking him with her hands on his shoulders, but her fingers are drumming a bit, as always. she doesn't notice it anymore. ] I get that people make mistakes, but they seem to hold the record for using that excuse every time something goes wrong.

[ .... but she's ranting now, so. maybe she'll stop. ]

But you're not like Norman Osborn. At all. Maybe that's the difference. I don't know the first thing about running a big lab, but it's pretty easy to see that it depends on the type of person running the show to determine if they're going to stand for something terrible or great. When it stops being about helping people and starts being about money and power.

[ there's a long pause, then- ]

People suck, sometimes. [ her thumb taps his shoulder a little more deliberately now, like she's finally zoning back into the actual moment and not where her brain went, jeeze ] You'll figure it out though, I know it. And when you do, maybe you can stop by my world and run Oscorp out of business. That'd be nice.

Edited 2016-05-16 01:12 (UTC)

[She makes good background noise—which is a compliment—and he lets her voice wash over him, leaning into the hands on her shoulders as he picks up a pen and equations begin growing across the pad of paper. But as she straightens, and her voice gets a little more heated, he pauses, sets the pen down, tips his head to listen.

There had been a time when he hadn't stood for very much to be proud of. He doesn't know how long that would have gone on, if Zoom hadn't violently altered his world. But he'd never been about money or power. Not really.

But this Norman Osborn sounds like someone he wouldn't mind running out of business, if that was the kind of thing he did.

He turns on the stool, reaching up to catch at one of the hands that's been thrumming against his shoulders, looking up at her, and he wants to tug her down into his lap, but he doesn't. And it's fairly clear that wants to, but he doesn't...know...where they stand. So he doesn't.]

I might. Does your world need STAR Labs?

We might.

[ she lets him catch her hand, even lets her fingers lace loosely with his, not like it's automatic or anything, but because it's more comfortable than anything else. she doesn't make any moves herself just yet, more curious to see what he'll do.

and it's definitely interesting to see something like hesitation in Harrison Wells' movements. ]

I wouldn't hate having a team to help me with stuff the way Barry does. But Spider-Woman's not like the Flash, not when it comes to public image. There's no Spider-Woman Day or anything like that. [ she smirks ] Would the founder of STAR Labs help a hero like that fix her reputation?

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