thisismadfreaky: (Deep thinky)
Cisco Ramon ([personal profile] thisismadfreaky) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2017-05-03 02:21 pm

{I don't really know if I can live like nothing's wrong

Who: Cisco & Caitlin; Cisco & YOU; Physics Lab peeps
Where: Team Flash lab; various; Physics Lab
When: Early May
Rating: PG-13ish {language, possible vague hints at dark themes, will update as necessary}
Summary: Cisco has squinty suspicions in Caitlin's direction; he also works too much and probably should be made to breathe sometime maybe.
The Story:

[Caitlin - 5/3/17]
Cisco has had a week to sit on the information his new mirror pal had dropped on him about Caitlin and he still isn't sure how to feel about it. A part of him is naturally suspicious, because what if it was just a lie, some rouse to cause tension and dissent? Didn't that line up with everything he's heard about the mirrors? But....

But it just made logical sense to him. If the mirrors are reflections of who they could be, which is basically the feeling he always got about them from anything he's been told before, then it made sense for her to be a meta. To be this ice queen that would suit the Queen's agenda.

He hasn't said anything, not to Caitlin, or Barry, or anyone else. He's just taken closer looks at little things, tried to spot any differences in her demeanor, her voice, her mannerisms. Nobody could play pretend that perfectly forever and she would have to do or say something that would be enough to confirm his beliefs eventually. A reason to properly confront her.

But so far, there's nothing all that strikingly different. Besides the fact that now he knows what she's hiding. He's kept his suspicions quiet, has done everything he can to not give away clues that there's anything wrong at all. But there's a tension in the silence that falls over the lab as they're working in their own spaces, subtle but very much there. Cisco is studying the changes that his mirror buddy suggested to his and Fitz's equation, but can't help surreptitiously sliding his gaze in Caitlin's direction.

[OTA - 5/3-9/17]
In the early days of May, Cisco can be found in various places, scribbling in notebooks with vague diagrams sketched to one side and equations that look far more theoretical than scientifically sound at all.

Sometimes he's in a tea room with the notebook against his knees, squinting in something that's either annoyance or concentration, or at a table in the dining room for a bite between work--the notebook is never far from him these days though. More than once, he can be found in the library, flipping through books about an Einstein–Rosen Bridge or M-Theory. Don't get him started or he probably won't stop, be warned.

He could easily be caught just about anywhere as he throws himself into this project completely, but insists on changes of scenery to force himself out of his usual box. Change breeds creativity and will hopefully lead to some kind of breakthrough.

[Physics Lab - 5/10/17]
Toward the middle of the second week in May, he's on edge. They're close. So close. He could feel it, almost literally, in his fingertips. A breakthrough is coming, maybe not the one they want, but it's coming. He's not seen as much at this point, unless a person frequents the physics lab, all his waking hours are being spent here.

The now too familiar blue glow that accompanies every attempt at breaking the barriers in Wonderland disappears with a soft 'pop' as Cisco steps through it.

....Only to be thrown through the breach across the room, rather unceremoniously, tumbling backwards into a table. Luckily, nopthing falls or breaks, the table just wobbles a little at the sudden force. "Dammit." He mutters, an annoyed huff escaping him as he pushes himself to his feet.
quickgenius: (grin)

[personal profile] quickgenius 2017-05-15 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Okay so Jesse’s just going to beam at him when he looks at her and his face lights up; good, she’s not bothering him. Or if she is it’s not a lotlot. She settles down beside him with the food and a journal of her own tucked under one arm. “I hope you like lasagne. And all sorts of pie. Well, three sorts of pie. Also pavlova.” Her smile turns a little bit sheepish. “I might have been puttering around the kitchens a lot.”
quickgenius: (beaming)

[personal profile] quickgenius 2017-05-15 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
That just makes her grin a little bit brighter and she settles a little more comfortably beside him before starting to set out the food. It’s practically a picnic; because she came prepared, of course, with plates and utensils and napkins. Also Cisco’s favourite drink. Because if she’s going to bring food for someone she’s going to do it right, damn it.
quickgenius: (amused smile)

[personal profile] quickgenius 2017-05-16 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
She makes a face at him, amused. “Well, it’s only right to bring everything to go with the food. Otherwise you’re eating pie with your hands and then your project is more sticky than science.” She laughs. “It’s a dessert. Involving meringue, and in this case hazelnuts and strawberries.”
quickgenius: (fond little smile)

[personal profile] quickgenius 2017-05-18 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
“Pie is absolutely worth it. Especially mine,” she adds with a grin. By slices of all the pies she’s made, she really means something like half a pie each (sometimes less, a little more on the strawberry kiwi pie), so there’s a LOT of pie. There’s a lot of lasagne too, though, so this picnic of theirs isn’t ALL dessert. She reveals the pavlova with a bit of a flourish.
quickgenius: (grin)

[personal profile] quickgenius 2017-05-18 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Or... we start with dessert. Starting with dessert is totally a viable option,” she tells him with a firm nod. They’re scientists. Eating out of order is something they can absolutely do. Sure they might not have room for lasagne after all the dessert, but still. “Alternating works, too. Bookend lasagne with pie and pavlova.”
quickgenius: (adorable)

[personal profile] quickgenius 2017-05-18 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
“And here I thought it was because I know my way around an electrometer,” she teases with a smile. “Pavlova it is.” She quickly grabs a couple plates and something to slice up their first dessert. Is she cutting him a slab? Yeah, she’s kind of cutting him a slab of pavlova; she brought it for him, after all. There’s enough for two slabs, and she slides their pieces onto their respective plates, handing him his with a smile. And a fork. Because stickiness.
Edited (forgot a word) 2017-05-18 23:28 (UTC)