Time Storm - Final Event log!

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It's time.
The science and speedster minds have determined that a wave of dark matter washing over the affected will save their lives. Below are main threads - backtagging is always encouraged.

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[goodviberations]

Mick isn't wrong. Everyone is alright, and Cisco had something to do with that. It should be enough.

"I guess we have to postpone movie night, huh?" Deflect deflect deflect.

Look at Mick Not Caring all over the place..

[bringstheheat]

Mhm. See, the thing is, Mick had been a partner to the King of Deflection for a long damn time. So he can kinda see that crap a mile away.

"What for? You got one of them.. tablet things," he waves a hand at him, shifting to lever himself up into a more seated position and heaven help any intern that tries to stop him. "Pick something out."

Never mind the fact that Cisco looks like utter hell and could probably use a distraction of his own.

Aw, Mick. He's gonna start thinking you actually have feelings.

[goodviberations]

Cisco blinks, surprised at the suggestion. But he isn't going to ask if he's sure. Not if it could mean Mick changes his mind. He finds one of those rolling food trays and situates it over Mick's bed, propping the tablet on it. Cisco's chair has to shift right up against the bed for Cisco to be able to see, but he isn't complaining.

"Alright. Have you seen Last Jedi yet?"

No. Feelings are gross.

[bringstheheat]

Mick has grown used to Cisco being near so him sitting so close? It's familiar. Nice. Haircut cuddles in his lap while Cisco calls up a movie and there might, just might be a hint of a grin as he looks up.

"What's a Jedi?"

He's pretty sure that Leonard's status as a closet Star Wars nerd will allow him to troll Cisco.

Just a little.

Nope. Too late.

[goodviberations]

Cisco's eyes go wide and horrified as he looks at Mick.

"You- what's a-"

He may actually be having a mini stroke right now. Give him a second.

[bringstheheat]

Damn. This is almost too easy.
Haircut chirps in disapproval and nips at Mick's finger.

"I'm screwing with you. I know what a damn Jedi is. Snart dragged me to every single movie when they were released. Sometimes twice."

[goodviberations]

Cisco sags, then thwaps Mick on the shoulder with a laugh.

"That was just mean," he protests. He presses play on the screen, then settles in, elbow propped on the bed beside Mick.

He lasts about twenty minutes before he's out, head drooped onto Mick's shoulder and breathing slow and even. It's the first time he's really slept since the storm hit, body able to fully shut down now that Mick and the others are safe.