[open] don't know where i am, don't know where i've been

[franciscoramon]

who: cisco + anyone!
what: catch-all; tdm prompts
when: the rest of june
where: anywhere; if you want a separate starter, please hit me up!
warnings: will add as necessary

i. monster plants

Cisco isn't a member of the Perimeter Guard for a reason. He's just not a front-lines kind of guy. He'd get in the way, put himself and the people around him in unnecessary danger. But when Killer Vines From Hell™ start coming over the wall and mayhem breaks out, he has to help somehow. Back home he'd do that from the safety of S.T.A.R. Labs, over the coms, with Barry facing down the real danger. Here, he has to improvise.

He gets close enough to the fighting to pull aside one of the Guard members who is resting and to ask what weapons have been working. And when one of the answers he's given is fire, Cisco knows what he has to do. He rushes back to his workshop, and to a few stores, comes running back as close as he dares to the fighting, and starts to whip up as many fast-and-dirty flamethrowers as he possibly can. The more he can make, the more he can give to people to help defend themselves and defend the Quarantine.

ii. attraction

After the whole Little Shop of Horrors mess at the wall, Cisco heads home for a very needed shower. He doesn't know, yet, that some of those very same experimental chemicals that had brought the plants over the wall had seeped into the ground, into the water supply.

And because he is such a naturally friendly, extroverted person, Cisco doesn't realize that anything is off for quite some time. All he knows, after he gets dressed and heads out for a celebratory meal, is that he's feeling acutely lonely, that he just needs to see a familiar face, or strike up a conversation with a stranger if he has to. He sends out over-affectionate texts of appreciation and jokes and fondness to his friends, but that isn't nearly enough.

iii. repellant

They do their best to clean up the area of the spill as quickly as possible, and Cisco does his bit. But a few days after the worst of it, as he's walking past, he can still smell it lingering in the air. And this time, unlike when it had gotten into his system via the water, it has quite the opposite effect. Without quite realizing it, the stuff puts Cisco on edge.

How could they have been so careless with such a dangerous project? Did they not realize what would happen? What if those plants had killed people? There are children living here, and civilians, and people who never hurt anyone in their lives. Was it criminal negligence, or did the scientists involved just not care about collateral damage? (The way Dr. Wells had not cared, when he set off the particle accelerator explosion, just to further his own ends).

The idiocy and injustice of it keep churning away in Cisco's mind, putting him in an uncharacteristically foul mood. Better not bump into him, while he's like this, or you're likely to get a piece of his mind.

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[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco opens his mouth to object that decorating is going way too far, but he stops himself, falling silent once more. He doesn't know how to express what he's feeling without sounding ungrateful, without running the risk of hurting Eddie. Getting a bed is one thing, but decorating the room, in his own style, it just seems more personal. More permanent. More entitled to really be there. And as good as it is to hear Eddie asking about his style, Cisco is too fretful to let himself get really comfortable. Not yet. Not when he has no idea how long this will last.

After a moment or two he finds the right way to put it, says: ]

We can leave the decorating for another day. Gotta get the vibe of the space, first, y'know?

[ Which is utter nonsense, but hopefully convincing enough nonsense (when paired with the finality in Cisco's tone) to close the matter.

Especially since Eddie is actually answering him about his nightmares, and that seems like a far more pressing issue to Cisco than what kind of curtains he'd like to buy. Eddie is talking about his nightmares mostly in relation to how disruptive they are from the outside, and it makes sense. The whole reason Cisco is here is because his nightmares are, well, very very noticeable. But just because Eddie's reliving his awful shit quietly doesn't mean it's "not really all that bad."

It's a little weird, actually, talking about this kind of thing. The only time Cisco had really ever talked about his nightmares before had been to Barry and Caitlin, while they were setting up their lucid nightmare experiment that had gone so awry. Cisco tilts his head to the side a little, asks quietly: ]

For real? Man, I'm so the opposite. When I have nightmares I usually feel sick to my stomach.

[causational]

[It's obvious how uncomfortable Cisco is when Eddie makes one last attempt to suggest this might be more long-term. He'd thought the bed suggestion was a decent way of conveying that, taken Cisco's response to be positive, but it's obvious that decorating choices are pushing Cisco's boundaries, so Eddie gently lets it go.]

Fine, fine, but you get to choose the sheet and comforter colour, okay? Compromise.

[Eddie pitches it as a gentle tease, offering Cisco a little smile, but the smile fades to a slight frown when Cisco mentions he's the opposite when he has a bad dream. For a moment, Eddie's quiet, because he suddenly feels a little trapped, because there's no way to explain his desire to have a snack after a nightmare that doesn't involve explaining what happened while he was kidnapped, and that's...not really something he's ever talked about. To anyone. In fact, he's not even really sure how to get into it.

So, for a while, he's quiet, staring at his knees, trying to gather his thoughts, trying to work out how much he wants to share, how much he can say and how he should say it, without making Cisco uncomfortable. After a moment, he licks his lips and exhales softly.]

I get that, how you'd feel nauseous. I usually am too. It's just because of how things were down there that I want to eat. It's like eating reminds me I have some control over my own situation, you know?

[franciscoramon]

[ Cisco can see the impact his comment has on Eddie. But he's learned a little about Eddie, in the time since they've come to this place. He knows by this point that if he wants Eddie to open up at all, it's going to take a little bit of patience, and a little bit of persistence. So Cisco just waits while Eddie looks down and gathers his thoughts; he doesn't crack a quick joke to ease the tension, doesn't change the subject the way he might do for someone else. Eddie had told him in the hospital that Cisco's his closest friend here, and this is part of what close friends do. They worry about each other. They talk to each other, even about the stuff that's hard to say.

Eddie's answer might be fairly short, but it's also quite informative. From the sound of it, the kidnapping is what Eddie has nightmares about the most, more than being shot by Tockman, or waking up in the quarantine not knowing where he was. And... that makes sense. It's easy for Cisco, because of his own experiences, to just assume anything involving Eobard is going to be worse somewhat automatically. ]

I know how that is. The... needing to remember you're in control part. My thing is I take a shower. Like I can wash it off or whatever. Plus, showers are nice.

[ It sounds a little stupid when he says it out loud; Cisco shrugs, chewing at the inside of his lip. There's an awful lump of guilt sitting in his stomach, thinking about that time. Eddie had been down there for so long, and Cisco had been so nearby. If he'd just used his damn head, he could have found him way sooner. Saved him a little of it. He wants to apologize, but the words feel stuck in his throat. Soon. He'll apologize for it soon. ]

Anyway the point is... I get it. And if I'm gonna be here, well, if you ever have a bad one and you feel like company, just come on up and wake me up, okay? Any time of night.