[Video] 'Crazy ways are evident in the way you're wearing your clothes'

[farfromstanford]

[Have a disheveled blonde who looks like she's seen her fair share of a fistfight or few, complete with a suture on her left cheek and the remnants of a bloodied lip.

She's angry. She's irritated. And a whole lot of confounded.]

Apparently since there's a network that's functioning, and the city looks like LA had a baby with Caesars Palace... I'm going to take for granted there's someone on the other end of this line--so what the everloving shit is going on? I had to fight off two Picts in woad with bronze axes so... yeah. Info would be great.

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[video]

[froststorm]

There's actually a lot of people on this network.

[Have a friendly face pop up.]

Did Gideon talk to you yet?

[chosenbylightning]

[Seriously Gideon? More people? Okay, he can at least greet the new person while totally hiding from Cisco and Caitlin.] Yeah, there are a lot of us trapped here.

The short version [Note to self, make an FAQ for the network. Get Savitar to help] is that time has been broken. Literally. It might sound impossible, but that explains what you're seeing.

[Video]

[farfromstanford]

[Was she really expecting someone to chime in so soon? Not really--but then, Jess really can't remember the last time a network functioned properly. Message in a bottle would've been faster.

Her words sound wary.] No. Who's Gideon?

[A beat.] Who are you? What is this?

[farfromstanford]

[Another person. At least they look healthy.]

Yeah. Sounds pretty damn impossible... but who am I to judge?

[chosenbylightning]

[Hey, he tries!] My name is Barry. I'll try to answer any questions you might have even if the answers seem just as impossible. [Speaking of, is that a dinosaur behind him?] If you look on the map there's a couple of highlighted buildings with open apartments. You just have to pick out one.

[froststorm]

[Where does she even begin.]

Gideon is an AI - like an operating system. Except a little bit more advanced. I'm Crystal from Central City.

[She waits a beat, not sure if she should add the second part]

From the year...2042?

[That's not awkward at all.]

[farfromstanford]

[Pay no attention to Lady Godiva making her way down the thoroughfare.]

Jessica-- Wait. 'Pick' an apartment? What do you mean 'pick out one'? I'm not staying here.

[farfromstanford]

Jessica. And... AI --?

[And awkward?Neeeewp. Not even a little.

Forgive her for staring at you like you've utterly and completely taken leave of your senses, Crystal.] Twe-- [She snorts but manages to stifle an incredulous laugh. Makes the wound on her cheek hurt.] Twenty forty-two?

This is insane. I'm dreaming. I've either taken a drug that went bad, or I'm dead. Either way.

[froststorm]

You’re not dreaming. Or dead because if you are, I am and I don’t think I’m dead.

[farfromstanford]

[Isn't that what people would say in your dreams or ghosts would say?

But let's play the game, then. Figure out where this is supposed to go.] Well, I have a feeling there are going to be two very angry Scotsmen looking for me, so I suppose I should get myself hidden somewhere.

[froststorm]

Angry scotsmen? Um. Where are you? Maybe I can come by and see if we can get you out of there.

[farfromstanford]

Very. [Granted, Jess is pretty sure she left them with some things to think about before they came looking for her, but sometimes there really was just no reasoning with Bronze Age folks.

Or something.

She glances around her.] Uh... Greek life. Olive trees..

Parthenon.

[froststorm]

[She checks her device to make sure she could coordinate exactly where Jessica is. Crys is experimenting with creating skates on the bottoms of her shoes then takes off. It isn't long before a young woman comes around the corner with a bright smile and in a STAR Labs labcoat. She skids to a halt near Jessica and the skate blades disappear from the bottoms of her shoes]

Jessica?

[farfromstanford]

Dressed in somewhat worn, if not mostly decent jeans and an old Stanford University t-shirt, Jessica's leaning against the side of a building--the occupants inside can be seen through the window haggling over some sort of betting pool--when Crystal arrives in a far-too-happy and mostly unconventional way. Jess is still 99% convinced she's dreaming, because this whole thing? Is ridiculous.

Who can possibly be this smiley? But at least it's a smile.

"That's me. Crystal, I presume?"