( "in with the scientists" is accurate, but also the exact thing that's about to drive him stir-crazy. jay isn't used to feeling so...un-useful. identifying and stabilizing the tears between their two worlds is no doubt important, but he misses the satisfaction of having an instant, substantial difference on the world around him.
that nostalgic need for quick gratification has lead him to whatever this is. crammed in to a star labs van (painfully obvious, now that he thinks about it) with a guy he barely knows in an attempt to do... well, anything, really. talk down dr. light, he supposes. she's a criminal, but a reasonable woman, and a perfect supposedly-not-dangerous target for him to pursue in his current state.
all bark and no bite now, after all.
the saying running through his mind is enough to make him flinch, and he quickly turns his attention towards eddie to avoid that line of thinking altogether. )
Nothing yet. ( jay has a coffee of his own, currently sitting untouched while he anxiously flips a tiny plastic stirrer between his fingers.
home is a relatively safe topic. he can swing that one... ) It's... different. ( oh, no shit. he shrugs. ) We seem to be a little more advanced in our sciences and technology, and our aesthetics are different. Cars, cameras... things like that, they look more streamlined here. Clothing is another thing.
( not that everybody ran around in multicolor foil space suits or anything. they had that 1950's sort of vibe going on, though. earth-1 inhabitants could sometimes look sloppy in comparison. ) And I'm guessing you haven't had the War of the Americas. Cisco gave me one of those looks when I mentioned that.
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that nostalgic need for quick gratification has lead him to whatever this is. crammed in to a star labs van (painfully obvious, now that he thinks about it) with a guy he barely knows in an attempt to do... well, anything, really. talk down dr. light, he supposes. she's a criminal, but a reasonable woman, and a perfect supposedly-not-dangerous target for him to pursue in his current state.
all bark and no bite now, after all.
the saying running through his mind is enough to make him flinch, and he quickly turns his attention towards eddie to avoid that line of thinking altogether. )
Nothing yet. ( jay has a coffee of his own, currently sitting untouched while he anxiously flips a tiny plastic stirrer between his fingers.
home is a relatively safe topic. he can swing that one... ) It's... different. ( oh, no shit. he shrugs. ) We seem to be a little more advanced in our sciences and technology, and our aesthetics are different. Cars, cameras... things like that, they look more streamlined here. Clothing is another thing.
( not that everybody ran around in multicolor foil space suits or anything. they had that 1950's sort of vibe going on, though. earth-1 inhabitants could sometimes look sloppy in comparison. ) And I'm guessing you haven't had the War of the Americas. Cisco gave me one of those looks when I mentioned that.