in the aching night under satellites i was not received

[shrinkage]

Who: Ray Palmer and friends (that means you, sorry!)
Where: Anywhere you'd like!
When: 1-Aug
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After returning from home, Ray re-adjusts to Wonderland from a "normal" perspective.
The Story:

OPEN

[ ray misjudges everything, now. descending the stairs tends to send him flying in a tumble a few floors past where he'd wanted to stop off. he keeps forgetting that he definitely can drink an entire latte. there's this ongoing issue he has with the height of doors that requires quick resolution lest his forehead bear a permanent bruise for the rest of his days…

so when he bumps into you, it may seem like it's with malicious intent or the result of willful oblivion but immediately, he jumps to apologize: ]

Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! [ did he just say gosh? who is this guy, jimmy fallon? ] Are you OK?

Comments

voice;

[demonstrate]

[ omg snart must you be so snarty. (don't answer that question). ]

Ray had some kind of allergy attack. We might've overdone it with the Benadryl.

[ 'might've.' ]

background;

[shrinkage]

[ there's ... singing happening ... ]

action;

[catchacold]

[There is no further answer, there's just a click as Leonard hangs up. However, a minute later the door opens and he's there, although he stops in the doorframe for now, fixing Ray with the most unimpressed stare of them all.]

It's a good thing you're not a scientist or anything else that needs at least two brain-cells to rub together.

[That said he turns to Iris, that look softening somewhat.]

Sorry.

[Yes, that's how responsible he feels.]

action;

[demonstrate]

[ oh, ray.

paul anka?

iris sends len a grimaced smile. she feels bad for poor ray. if only she'd been a whole foot taller, iris could've put a stop to this benadryl madness ... ] Do you know where he's rooming? [ maybe he just needs to sleep this off, eh? ]

[shrinkage]

[ ray's off-key off-rhythm wailing ceases, momentarily as he returns snart's look with a grin and points at him. ]

Next to my friend Leonard, of course! But since I'm a scientist I know that the fundamental tenets of physics don't apply here.

[ his pointing finger turns into a upward-facing palm, and though he means it as an invitation to dance with him, he full-on morpheus' it instead. he continues his singing, to a different tune: ]

I~ won't fi~it! Insi~ide! It's ti~inyyy!

[catchacold]

You can't sing. Shocker.

[He sighs and continues to watch Ray, wondering if there really is that much of a difference between him being drugged or not. Mostly he seems to just be even louder. Whether he is more or less annoying is really a matter of interpretation more than anything.

He turns to Iris and offers a shrug.]

He's right, just tone-deaf. I can take him to my bed.

[demonstrate]

[ does she want to ask why ray won't fit inside his own room??? ]

I'll help.

[ her tone is firm, if not compassionate, and leaves little room for argument. this is mostly for ray's benefit, as iris is not sure he believes that he needs the help in the first place. ] Come on, we'll each take a side. [ iris is already reaching for your arm, raymond. ]

[shrinkage]

[ oh wow is it time to dance???

let's spin, you guys!! ]

[catchacold]

Trust me, this would be a lot easier if you just let me punch him.

[He knows what he's talking about, at least judging by his long-suffering tone.]

Raymond, stop moving before you hurt someone or I swear I'll make sure it'll be yourself.

[demonstrate]

[ sneaks this tag in bc i'm a rebel. ]

No one is punching anyone. [ she hopes. more firmly: ] Ray!

[shrinkage]

[ fine. he'll stop spinning. whoaaa his head did not get that memo though. ]

Did you guys know that [ owww his head ] That all of the matter that makes up the human race could fit in a sugar cube? One lil tiny tasty cube.

[ he holds his fingers in front of his eye, pinching and looking through the gap between them, turning back and forth between iris and snart. ]

[catchacold]

How cannibalistic. Charming.

[Leonard rolled his eyes and caught Ray's other arm, even if there's some reluctance over getting that close. He wonders if he can suggest just locking him in here until this wears off, but he doubts that will be welcomed more than his punching suggestion has been.]

[demonstrate]

[ i mean. she'd consider it a little right now, ngl.

but look at this adorable golden retriever talking about human sugar cubes. iris gives a soft snort, looping ray's arm around her own shoulders to sustain some of his weight. ] Has this ever happened to him before? [ er. the question is for leonard. ]

[shrinkage]

[ ray allows himself to be moved and lead, making sure the ground stays put where it's supposed to be under his feet.

maybe it's not supposed to be though. he whispers: ]

And black holes? They're not black...

[catchacold]

That's racist, Raymond. Shut up.

[That dealt with as much as he's willing to, Leonard looks back at Iris and considers how to even answer that question. It's not as if he knows Ray well enough to be an authority on this.

Luckily.

Yet.

Damn.]

Honestly? I always suspected he must be popping happy pills constantly.

[demonstrate]

[ groan. ]

So not what I meant.

[ another long-suffering sigh, because leonard snart will always be leonard snart, and then iris is following along, as well. she helps shoulder ray's weight as much as possible, but len is the one steering this ship. now that she thinks of it, though ... ]

Room 27, right?

[ don't ask how she knows that, ray. ]

[shrinkage]

[ where did the floor go tho... ]

Do you think it's made of trampolines?

[ ok jd can you not daydream rn... ]

[catchacold]

Are you stalking me, Miss West? That's flattering.

[He could just ignore Ray, but he won't waste the chance to look at him, catch his dark eyes with his own steel blue gaze, and tell him, with a lot of emphasis.]

No.

[To everything.]

[demonstrate]

[ g l a r e s at you, mr. snart. ]

[shrinkage]

[ cough. ]

...Did it just get kinda warm in here?

[catchacold]

Oh yeah. Fiery.

[That said they reach his door and he pushes it open, then actually walks through first, because the logistics of letting either of them lead are a bit too difficult to figure out.

He pulls Ray along into his room, looking the same as always. Empty walls with some scorch marks on them, a desk that has plans for his gun on top of it as well as some books, nothing but a lighter on the nightstand and a bed that's big enough for two, only one side looking slept in.

There is also glitter in one corner, just a tiny pile of it.]

Go to bed, Raymond.

[demonstrate]

[ iris is good at reading cues, and maneuvers her body deftly, but only after leonard has walked through. she's teeny enough she can wedge herself in along with ray. needless to say, her bedside manner is a touch softer than len's: concern sets into her features as she squints at ray. ]

Are you feeling better, at least?

[ benadryl-induced loopiness notwithstanding. ]

[shrinkage]

[ that this oaf has managed to spare everyone's toes is the real miracle. he stands, swaying a bit. ]

I can feel my face again.

[ he blinks, then, looking back and forth between his white knights with concern. ]

I think that bottle of Benadryl made me kind of loopy, though.

[catchacold]

[Putting one hand on Ray's chest and gripping his shoulder with the other, he pushes him a step back, edging closer to the bed.]

I take it all back. You really are a genius.

[demonstrate]

[ iris can't help it. she smirks at their interactions.

once she's straightened back up and ray's arm is no longer slung across her shoulders, she turns to len. ] Thank you.

[ and she means that btw. she would not have been able to carry ray on her own. ] Let me know if you need any back-up. [ but she has a feeling when it comes to his teammates, leonard snart has it more than covered. ]