harrisonwells | EUDIO: IC INBOX

What's your focus, back home? STAR's main goal is enabling the advancement of all scientific fields, where I'm from.

[ How's that for a cold open. If Harrison looks, there's nothing from this username or IP on the network, and any attached cuddlr profile has been deleted. ]

sup, doc? oh boy i didn't actually mean to make a bugs bunny reference there that was wow anyway, hi. got a sec?

It's me.

[ he doesn't sound panicked, exactly, but strapped down and tense, without the voice synthesizer. ]

I need your help, this can't wait. One of my-- one of the sample donors is sick.

[ it’s--not that late. it’s not early, either. ]

I thought about not saying anything. I’m sure she’s told you by now. But then I realized I’d like to know, if it were me. And I know now that this must have been … the first thing you worried about, when you realized she was here.

I met Jesse accidentally. She’s frightened by me, understandably. I left her alone.

if you're not there when i show up at your place in thirty i'm going to be all kinds of disappointed i hope you know that

This is a little off topic from the cooking lessons but... I don't suppose you have a little space in your lab you wouldn't mind me using?

i need to see you asap

[ it’s been maybe a week since they ran into each other at the bar. now it’s half past three!

at night. what eobard thawne is doing, exactly, we just don’t know. ]

The beach here looks like the shoreline where I first saw her.
Beaches have been amusingly difficult, since then.
Not that I’ve ever been much of a fun in the sun guy.

heyhey!!
are you busy today?

so i know this is only about 10% my business but i really hope there's a SUPER good reason why you decided to start talking with that guy

so that guy with your face is a creep.

( it's a message he's typed up one hundred times -- with varying degrees of i'm not done yelling at you yet and i'm sorry, i fucked up, it's my fault. inevitably he finds that neither of those are really what he's feeling, finidng the idea of texting at all to be -- arbitrary. desperate. but he does settle on one, eventually )

i miss you

( because he knows, at least that much is true. there's a harrison wells shaped hole in his life, and he hasn't been sleeping, and he feels stupid, and he misses him. so there it is. )

[ incoming call incoming call incoming call ]

Hey dad.

Are you okay?

[Checking in, making sure he's all right, has become a necessity since finding out that Zoom's there. That Jay Garrick is Hunter Zolomon is Zoom. The man who held her captive for months. Tortured her. Put her dad through hell.

He's here.

So she's checking in. They check in with each other. Have since the catacombs. But it's more often, now. Just little calls, or texts. Something.

She can't lose him.]

You are hereby cordially invited to the first Stark House Party.

Bring your own whatever. Food, drink, swimwear. Starts at eight. Finishes whenever I say so.

{backdated to this}

Marco

i'm at your place

[ it's late when the text message sends, after midnight to be sure, because she crawled up and through his bedroom window hoping to just find him there asleep so she could snuggle up with him without much talk about why, but his room is empty. and then she quickly learns that his whole place is empty. so maybe he's still at work, or whatever, but she still strips down to her undies and crawls under the covers to try and sleep because she just needs to be out of her place for the night, that's all.

she sends him the warning text first because she doesn't actually want to scare the crap out of him when he comes home to find somebody sleeping in his bed, because that's totally what's going down right now.

well, she's trying to sleep anyways, on her stomach, face stuffed against the pillow sideways and her arms tucked under it, while the rest of her is stretched out flat. and she's definitely in bed this way because her pillow still smells like Barry and that sucks, but Harrison's pillow smells like Harrison, and that sucks considerably less. so she's just focusing on that while she tries to chill out and get some sleep, yeah ]

leonard snart
laurel lance
mick rory
eobard thawne
who are they

[or rather, who can he trust?]

Edited (screw you autocorrect) 2016-08-10 15:34 (UTC)

I'm about to ask if you want to see something, and you're going to say yes.

[he makes a point of calling when he knows that harrison is busy. it's a time when he's hoping that the man will be too distracted to actually hear the phone ringing, leaving him free to leave a voicemail instead. it's easier that way. easier than having to scramble for a response to whatever harrison may have to say to him.

he takes a deep breath as the voicemail message reaches a close, the beep leaving him floundering a moment because now he has to actually talk.

okay, he can do this.]

...hey. It's, uh-- It's me.

[alright, so maybe he should have written this down or something first. but then, he hadn't expected this to feel as awkward as it does. it's not as though he really knows harrison that well, afterall. a handful of conversations, and even then, it'd mostly revolved around a future that he hasn't lived through yet. definitely not the best way to get to know someone.]

I'm still not happy that you guys hid who he was from me. But I do get why you did it.

[especially given that his first reaction to finding out about eobard had involved a confrontation with a man that could easily run circles around him. if it wasn't for their location, he knows he wouldn't have gotten away with just a few, self-inflicted, cuts and scrapes.]

I just wanted to let you know that I'm okay. I'm...staying with some friends. [because the rogues are his closest friends, now. whoops.]

And I-- I wanted to apologize for the way I reacted. I'm sorry.

[there's a pause then, as though he's about to add something to it. but instead, he just lets that breath go, shaking his head slightly as he pulls the phone away and disconnects. that definitely didn't go quite to plan.]

So.

we should hang out

just an fyi, gonna pop home for about a week eudio-time
you got me curious as to what else ive missed

so! kate and i are having a party thing at our place you should stop by at some point maybe

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