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[mostlyajerk]

BTW, I broke up with Chip.

[viber]

WHAT? No? Why?

Was it me? Was something I said?

He can change!

[mostlyajerk]

Yes, I broke up with my boyfriend because of something you said, that makes sense.

It just wasn't working out.

[viber]

"Apparently there is a ghost in this neighbours yard and the dog, Sir Fluffy, can see it. And whenever him and the dog go near the backyard by this shed, the dog freaks out and runs back inside. Spooky, right? Wait, wait! There's more. So, right, ghost in the shed aside? There were strange goings on around the town. Including someone being attacked by what at the time they believed to be a strange small man who apparently bit a guy walking home."

Were Hartley and Caitlin trying to work? Too bad. Cisco just found a gold mine and he was not stopping. This was the best thing to happen in weeks and Cisco wanted to share. Barry Allen, their mysterious coma patient, was amazing.

"It was suspected for a while to be a living Gnome like the one in Argentina... there was a living Gnome in Argentina? Why did no one tell me this? Whatever. Not important. So -- aww, that's cute, he makes a Goosebumps reference. You know what? Mad props." Cisco grinned as he sat down on Hartley's desk, being careful not to sit on any of his stuff. "I like how this story went from being about a ghost to a gnome."

"Was it a gnome?" Caitlin had to ask. It was so weird, she had to ask.

"Erm, no, apparently it was a duck and the guy was drunk and -- Oh! He took a picture of the duck." Cisco showed it to Hartley with an amused grin.

[mostlyajerk]

Hartley looked up and saw a duck and wondered what combination of circumstances in his life had led up to this moment. He had to have taken a wrong turn somewhere, right? With a sigh he righted his glasses and looked at Cisco instead, since apparently he was no officially in this conversation. "Ducks can't bite. They can snap, maybe? Beak? Whatever it is, it's not biting."

He glanced over at their coma patient and rolled his eyes. "We've already ascertained he's a weird conspiracy theory nut, are you really that intrigued by all that?"

Not that he wasn't tempted to ask more about the ghosts. It was hard to just ignore.

[viber]

Cisco made a gasping noise and leapt to his feet in mock excitement. "The case of the duck with teeth! Oh my God, what a case. I have to go tell Barry." Yes, he had to go tell the unconscious man about his dumb joke. He leaned into the medical room and looked at the patient, who was still out cold, and called out to him. "Barry, dude, there's still something to this case. The duck can bite." Nothing. "Biting duck, man, you don't want to miss this." Nothing. "Fine."

He rolled his eyes and walked back into the room to continue as he was. "He's not a conspiracy theory nut. He doesn't believe like any real conspiracy besides Roswell and Area 51. Otherwise, he's just into the paranormal and the weird."

[viber]

You owe me five bucks. Barry Allen is completely alive, well and normal.

[mostlyajerk]

I'm aware, Cisco, I was there when he woke up.

But 'normal'?

[viber]

He's normal!

As in not crazy.

[mostlyajerk]

I'm not coming into work today.

[viber]

Why?

[mostlyajerk]

I have someone over.

[mostlyajerk]

Nice rap on my voicemail.

But I think you meant to call somebody else.

[viber]

am i gonna di e alone???

[mostlyajerk]

No. If the people we know are any indication, you will die in a group and often.

[gotspeed]

Hey, are you free?

[mostlyajerk]

What do you need?

1/?

[gotspeed]

Erm, it's not a crisis or anything so not work related but I was kind of just thinking that we never really do stuff together, like just us and I was wondering if you wanted to do something?

2/?

[gotspeed]

Sounds like I'm asking you out on a date, huh? :D

3/?

[gotspeed]

Which I'm not.

4/?

[gotspeed]

Wait

To be clear, I don't think you'd assume that or anything because of the gay thing, I just meant that it did sound like a date BUT don't worry because it's not, Cisco and Caitlin have plans so I thought we could have plans together.

5/5

[gotspeed]

...

Maybe this is why we don't hang out.

I'm really sorry. I'm going to go netflix in shame.

[mostlyajerk]

When he came to, his head was swimming, which generally speaking wasn't a good sign. Moments later he discovered that he couldn't move his hands and that was enough to jolt him awake. No panic, he had to keep calm, but even thinking that didn't keep him from looking behind him and jerking on the ropes. Somebody knew what he was doing. A second look around informed him that the Trickster knew what he was doing. Old or new, that was the question.

Hartley shifted in the chair, trying to feel whether he still had his phone in his pocket. He just needed to hit the panic button and get the team on alert. Hopefully before anyone noticed that he was awake.

[trickedya]

Axel heard him stir from where he was working, looking up with an amused smile on his face. Show time. He wasn't quite sure how well this would all go but he definitely knew that at the very least, it couldn't go horrendously. One way or another, he'd get what he wanted. And worse case scenario? He went back to prison and broke out again. It really wasn't hard. He approached Hartley from behind and placed on hand on his shoulder, unable to help the laughter. His father had trained him well, he could do it like a pro these days, way better than back when he used to watch It and try to get that scary clown laugh down.

The other hand came around in front of Hartley and a rather silly yet creepy hand puppet came into view. "Morning sleepyhead!" The puppet launched forward and 'kissed' Hartley's cheek before the other hand slapped Hartley's shoulder playfully, just to make sure he was alert and awake enough to properly take this whole thing in. "How'd you sleep?"

[mostlyajerk]

"Better than usual." It wasn't even a lie. So he was dealing with Trickster the younger, by all accounts the less volatile option. Not as if he was about to relax, but it was still a bit of a relief. He looked up at the man and tried to recall what had happened. Right. That was the least exciting discovery ever, of course this Trickster would be at a gay bar. He wondered if James Jesse knew. Was James Jesse more accepting a father than his own? There was a cruel joke. Hartley leaned his head back a little and considered what to say next. "Just get to the point, if you have one. I'm not much for dramatics."