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[franciscoramon]

who: cisco + anyone!
what: catch-all, amnesia event
when: august
where: anywhere; if you want a starter, please hit me up!
warnings: discussion of murder, use of alcohol to cope, will add more as needed

i. pre-amnesia (august 5-10)

[ Cisco knows that he is probably opening himself up to a world of headaches and unnecessary trouble, but there have been plenty of new arrivals, and more and more he is noticing that people who show up from non-technologically advanced worlds simply have no support system to really teach them all the cool things they can do even with their phones, not to mention other machines and devices. So, one day when there's a lull between projects for the RPD and other emergency services, he goes to a print shop and has flyers made:

TECHNOLOGICAL CULTURE SHOCK??? NEED LESSONS ON HOW TO USE YOUR PHONE, LAPTOP, OR OTHER ELECTRONIC GADGET??? STOP BY THE ADDRESS BELOW FOR A FREE INFORMAL LESSON!!!

Normally it's the kind of announcement he would make over the network, but what if someone is really struggling and can't even get on there? No, flyers seem like the way to go for this crowd. Cisco adds some fine print at the bottom, below the address for his workshop, but all it says is:

*NO HIDDEN AGENDA JUST A HELPFUL DUDE WANTING TO SHARE THE WONDERS OF TECHNOLOGY, LESSONS ARE FREE BUT TRIBUTE PAID IN CANDY IS ALWAYS ACCEPTED]

ii. amnesia (august 12-19)

[ The changes in Cisco are not, at first, as obvious as they may be in other people. He remembers Riverview, and everyone he has met here, and all the details of his life in this place. He remembers his name, all the movies and video games that he loves, all the technical skills and scientific know-how necessary for his job. He even remembers most stuff about his own past - that he worked at S.T.A.R. Labs, that he's a member of Team Flash and friend to Barry Allen. That he is a metahuman, with various abilities tied to manipulating multidimensional energy.

The only thing that has been carved away from his memory is, in fact, Eobard Thawne. Cisco doesn't remember his mentor's betrayal, or being murdered, or the circumstances that surrounded him discovering his powers. All of the shame and dread he's been carrying about his powers, because of Eobard and the things he'd said and done, has just vanished. In addition, Cisco's trauma over that whole experience is, for the moment, covered over. To anyone who knows him even a little he will seem inexplicably younger. Quicker to smile and laugh, volumes more trusting, and also a lot more inclined to talk about some guy named Dr. Wells in a positive, even devoted manner.

Cisco will spend this week doing what he usually does - working at his workshop (still offering those lessons), trying out new restaurants, shopping for graphic tees and games and movies, exploring the safe parts of the city a little - but with an extra spring in his step. If you've wanted your character to find out about him being a metahuman, now would be a good time for it! ]

iii. post-amnesia (august 20-31)

[ The not-remembering? Had been good. But when that's done, and all of Cisco's memories are restored to him, the transition is... rough. Putting it mildly. Back when all of it had happened, there had been so much going on - one life-or-death situation after the other - that he hadn't had time to linger too much on how he was changing, being shaped into an older, sadder, more broken version of himself.

Now, though, there is no big crisis, no distraction to divert his attention. One minute he is the old, sunny Cisco - the one he still thinks of as the person he was supposed to be - and the next, it all comes rushing back. The contrast is stark, and it's kind of fucking him up a little. Or, rather, a lot.

He goes back to having nightmares almost as often as he did in those first weeks after his death, which means he isn't getting a whole lot of sleep, and it shows in the dark circles under his eyes. Cisco withdraws somewhat - not enough to worry that he's abandoning anyone, but he takes longer to answer texts, doesn't reach out to people first, doesn't go out and about in the evenings. He is quieter, with considerably more strain behind his smiles. He throws himself into his work, staying in his workshop long hours, sometimes falling asleep there, for a few fitful hours. When he can't work any more, he spends a little more time than he should in some nearby bars, drinking a little more than he ought to, trying not to think about the person he is now compared to the person he was the week before. ]

iv. misc

[ Come plot something! ]

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[franciscoramon]

It's... fine.

[ He grits the words out, trying to sound chill about the whole thing and failing pretty badly. Now that the worst of that first rush of fear is subsiding, he is starting to feel grumpy and embarrassed. Which makes him a bit snippier than he means to be. ]

But, y'know, pro tip, if you don't wanna startle people, maybe don't pop up behind them like a real-life jump scare.

[ He exhales, shaking himself, as if he can shake off the fear like a physical thing. Scooping that pad of paper back up, he scribbles a few more notes quickly, asking as he does: ]

How can you do that? Move so fast? I'm not just being nosy, it might matter for the design.

[hevenly]

Noted. [ Not that she knows what a "jump scare" is, but she can infer from context. ]

I am naturally stronger and faster than humans, due to the nature of my... people.

[ Just say you're Asgardian, Angela. It won't kill you. ]

[franciscoramon]

Right. Not human, got it.

[ Cisco is still pretty freaked out, but he is at least mastering himself, now, so that it is internal, rather than external. His knees are knocking a little, still, but his voice has gone back to normal as he asks: ]

So... any major physiological differences with humans that might impact a flight device I make? I'm pretty used to making stuff for my own species, not gonna lie. But hey, first time for everything. Any materials you're allergic to, sensitivity to temperatures, interaction with certain fuels or electricity...?

[ He's just being thorough, as much as he can. Even if she did startle him, he doesn't want to make her a piece of tech that's going to end up hurting her, accidentally. ]

[hevenly]

[ As he begins listing possibilities, Angela shakes her head. ] I am not allergic to anything that I know of. And it is very difficult to injure an Asgardian. [ So he shouldn't worry about accidentally hurting her. ]

You should know that I am much heavier than I appear to be, by human standards. [ Due to Asgardians being so dense. That's partially why they're harder to hurt. ]

[franciscoramon]

An Asgardian? Like Thor?

[ Cisco doesn't even know the man that well - he'd only shown up for a few of Thor's self-defense lessons before he got lazy and skipped a few, and then felt guilty and skipped a few more, until he stopped going altogether. But he distinctly remembers Thor saying he was so strong because he was an Asgardian.

Her comment about being heavier has Cisco frowning: that is something he will need to know for the structure of the flight device, and so he asks, hesitantly: ]

You, uh, okay with me weighing you? Or, if you got a relatively accurate number you can give me... I gotta know for fuel calculations and stuff, I promise, I'm not just bein' nosy.

[hevenly]

The Odinson is my brother.

[ Not the version Cisco will have met, but it's close enough. They've accepted each other as family.

She nods, accepting his request as she understands it will have an impact upon the armor he builds for her. ] You may weigh me.

[ When he does, he'll find that she weighs somewhere around 500lb. ]

[franciscoramon]

Oh, no way, seriously? That's awesome. I mean, probably. I'd go crazy if my brother was here, but we're not exactly close.

[ He goes to fetch a scale; he has one out that he uses for fine measurements, but it's not meant for humans - and apparently especially Asgardians - to stand on. Fortunately he has something a little more sturdy tucked away in the back of a storage closet. He fishes it out and sets it down, doing his best not to look shocked at the number he sees, but... well. ]

Ohhhkay. Got it. Glad I checked.

[ He's going to need significantly more power in this thing than he'd planned. But he'll manage it. He always does. ]

It might take a couple weeks, unless you need it urgently? That should give me the time I need, to design it, and gather the materials, and put it all together.

[hevenly]

We are not exactly close, either. And the one who is here is not the same Odinson from my universe. [ Though, if anything, she's become closer to this Thor than her own.

She nods, understanding. ]

That is amenable. In the meantime, I shall continue to use the armor I brought with me.

[franciscoramon]

Oh, man. That's gotta be super freaking weird.

[ Cisco imagines how he would feel, if a doppelganger of Dante's showed up in this place. How would he feel if he was exactly the same? Or worse? Or even... better, and easier to get along with? Even conjuring up the possibility in his head is confusing emotionally, so he imagines the reality is much worse. ]

Cool, I'll let you know when I got a working prototype and we can test it out, make adjustments, all of that.

[hevenly]

[ Angela shrugs. Perhaps it would be more "weird" if she and Thor had actually grown up together, as intended. But they did not, and so this version of Thor is as familiar to her as her own. ]

Very well. You may find me in the Guard headquarters, or call on me on the... network. I go by my name, there. [ And then, because she realizes she never actually gave her name, ] Angela.