You have to run up to mach 2 speed. Once you get that fast you start tearing at the fabric of reality... you create a breach. It's the highway that'll take you wherever you want, whenever you want.
[ he pushes off from the wall and slowly paces to the side, hands reaching up to the metal brace set over his prison jumpsuit. it's heavy in his grip and gives him something to hold onto. ]
Only rule is no running to your dad. Not right away. If he realizes you're a time traveler things are... liable to get messy.
[She gets the speed thing, the math actually checks out. What little of it she does in her head while he's talking. Funny how she thought she was pretty smart and clever before her speed but things are even easier and faster as a speedster. She could read the dictionary in less than a minute.
Nora has a problem with being told she can't go see her dad yet. The entire reason she wants to do this in the first place.]
You mean like trial runs? Can I at least go to a time when he's alive? Or do I have to go like watch Henry VIII behead one of his wives first?
I watched that happen to Marie Antoinette. Don't traumatize yourself.
[ he pauses and looks up to the ceiling, mulling over what a reasonable task would be for a first time traveler. need to start off small, get her accustomed. she definitely can't see her dad right away, but... ]
Ok. I'm going to give you a date and time to travel to in Central City circa 2018. You're going to go to the coffee shop... and knock someone's coffee over. Accidentally.
[That seems relatively innocent. Travel to 2018 and go to Jitters and ruin someone's drink. So long as she can go fast enough and then actually pick the right day and place, that should be a piece of cake.]
Not just anyone, lil' runner. [ he clips a sigh, already feeling her eager nature tuning him out. he better just get on with the explanations, he can already tell she learns from doing and not hearing. ] March 7th, 2018, at 7:56pm, CC Jitters ground floor. Look for Dr. Caitlin Snow. You're knocking over her cup.
[The Flash museum briefly mentions time wraiths in the Zoom portion but even then, it's vague at best and the threat of them seeking her out if she lingers goes right over her head.]
What happens if I get stuck there? Or I get in trouble? There has to be a way-- what if we use that computer thing, in the Flash museum., Gideon?
You won't get stuck so long as you have your powers.
[ a little bit of experience speaking there, and he says it with a rather humorous smile full of mystery. he walks up a little closer to the glass, hands lowering to hold together behind his back. ]
Gideon won't be accessible to you in 2018. But don't worry. Most speedsters wing it their first time, or blunder their way through. You have the advantage... of a professor helping you.
[Nora is still getting used to her powers, so excuse her for worrying about them disappearing with no warning!
When she's nervous, she likes to fidget with the end of her braid, something that happens now as more questions formulate in her head about this. It seemed like such a good idea when she first thought of it and now she can't help but wonder if she's going to fail at it too, like she did with phasing.]
Well, um-- okay. Run past mach 2, go to March 7th, spill coffee, come back. Alright yeah, I can do that. Any other tips?
[ credit where credit is due, he in fact only rolls his eyes once she's gone and he's alone again. he paces back to his cot and takes a seat, looking to his finished carton of food with dismay. what he wouldn't do for one more fry. maybe he should make that her next task - "bring back a big belly combo order" - but no, you can't sneak food into this cell.
he instead leans his head into the wall and stares up to the countdown. watches the seconds wind down and away in wait of her return. ...he should have perhaps been more specific about the return. he hopes she doesn't accidentally come back an hour from now, only to find him a corpse. ]
[Look, it's probably more of a miracle that she did it at all. It took her a couple of tries and a pit stop at Big Belly Burger because she was suddenly starving but she did it. She time traveled. All the way back to 2018 where she arrived an hour too early and got so overexcited when she saw Caitlin that she dropped her own drink on the table. It worked out though. Both Caitlin and Wells didn't seem to recognize her at all. In fact, she knows she annoyed Wells into leaving before he could grow suspicious of her.
So she's working on her return timing, okay.
It's more like thirty seconds before she's back, smiling like an idiot.]
I did it! Thawne! I went to 2018. I actually time traveled.
[ the all telling sound of the whoosh gets him to rise to his feet just as nora starts talking, and a smile comes to his face. quick learner, and she came back in less than a minute. that's good. he may only have an hour, but in theory she could have much longer to learn. ]
Nicely done. [ there may be hope yet. ] How do you feel? It's quite the rush.
Awesome. I feel like I've had sixteen double espressos from Jitters.
[Nora used to lament that she was odd and never knew why. Now she knows why, with the speedforce flooding her synapses she feels whole, powerful, like she can do anything. It's night and day. She can't believe she's lived this long without her powers.]
[ hearing about it makes his cold heart ache. oh what he would do to experience it again. 'awesome' is an understatement from an overstated young girl. ]
Ok. Time to go again. This time... think of an event to go to back in that year. Just nothing too significant, not one where you being there could cause a big change. And nothing involving your dad directly. Not yet.
[ the first time could be a fluke. second time will prove if she can pull it off. ]
Clever. A little personal, but maybe if you pretend to be from a delivery service they wouldn't think twice about it. [ yes, that should work. no one suspects the post office. he snaps his fingers and nods. ] Alright, go off then. ...And get something to eat before you come back.
[ he heard that growl, and he knows her pain. speedsters need to refuel often. ]
[Nora thinks of the six cheeseburgers and mountain of fries she demolished already tonight and winces a little. It makes sense, given everything she knows about the human metabolism that her caloric intake is going to multiply exponentially.]
They don't talk about how much speedsters have to eat in the museum either.
[That's a lot of food. Tacos sound amazing now too. She actually looks a little worried about the amount of food she's going to have to eat and how she'll realistically afford it and have enough time in the day to actually eat.]
I'd offer to bring you some, but...
[Shrug. He knows what would happen. So she'll be back soon, bye!]
[ except, not really, he could really go for a taco. but if he's going to have a last meal it of course must be big belly burger. he watches her go off, sighing in resignation to the silence that floods the chambers, and paces slow around while looking to the countdown every few seconds. well, even if nothing comes of all this, at least he gets to spend his last hour alive with company for the first time in decades. ]
[Well at least she doesn't bring her taco feast back to eat it in front of him. That would just be rude.
This time it's more like five minutes before she's back. It's a waste of time, she knows but her mom almost saw her in the past. Maybe the baby shower was a dumb idea, of course her parents would be there it was held at their loft! What if Iris had answered the door instead of Cecile? She's not ready, not even close to face any version of her mother right now.
She just needed a minute.
She's back, wearing a different jacket than before and not quite looking directly at him.]
It's done. I think it was easier this time too. That's good, right?
[ he's a little surprised when she returns, only because she was gone for so long, but he's staring down at his console when she returns. he slowly turns his body back to her and walks up to the glass, smiling. ]
Means you're adjusting. [ and no time wraiths, which means she's being mindful of how long she stays. ] Yet... I sense something is wrong?
[ the lack of a direct look tips him off. she's a lot more like barry allen than she realizes. ]
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[ he pushes off from the wall and slowly paces to the side, hands reaching up to the metal brace set over his prison jumpsuit. it's heavy in his grip and gives him something to hold onto. ]
Only rule is no running to your dad. Not right away. If he realizes you're a time traveler things are... liable to get messy.
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[She gets the speed thing, the math actually checks out. What little of it she does in her head while he's talking. Funny how she thought she was pretty smart and clever before her speed but things are even easier and faster as a speedster. She could read the dictionary in less than a minute.
Nora has a problem with being told she can't go see her dad yet. The entire reason she wants to do this in the first place.]
You mean like trial runs? Can I at least go to a time when he's alive? Or do I have to go like watch Henry VIII behead one of his wives first?
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[ he pauses and looks up to the ceiling, mulling over what a reasonable task would be for a first time traveler. need to start off small, get her accustomed. she definitely can't see her dad right away, but... ]
Ok. I'm going to give you a date and time to travel to in Central City circa 2018. You're going to go to the coffee shop... and knock someone's coffee over. Accidentally.
[ ""accidentally"" that is. ]
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[That seems relatively innocent. Travel to 2018 and go to Jitters and ruin someone's drink. So long as she can go fast enough and then actually pick the right day and place, that should be a piece of cake.]
Just anyone? I can do that.
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Nora frowns at him.]
That's oddly specific. How do you know she'll be there?
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[ one of many non-answers nora is going to get if she questions how he knows the things he knows. ]
Once you enter the timestream our communication will cut out. You can't stay long in 2018 or the time wraiths will seek you out.
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What happens if I get stuck there? Or I get in trouble? There has to be a way-- what if we use that computer thing, in the Flash museum., Gideon?
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[ a little bit of experience speaking there, and he says it with a rather humorous smile full of mystery. he walks up a little closer to the glass, hands lowering to hold together behind his back. ]
Gideon won't be accessible to you in 2018. But don't worry. Most speedsters wing it their first time, or blunder their way through. You have the advantage... of a professor helping you.
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When she's nervous, she likes to fidget with the end of her braid, something that happens now as more questions formulate in her head about this. It seemed like such a good idea when she first thought of it and now she can't help but wonder if she's going to fail at it too, like she did with phasing.]
Well, um-- okay. Run past mach 2, go to March 7th, spill coffee, come back. Alright yeah, I can do that. Any other tips?
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Don't talk anymore than you have to. Don't say your name. ...And don't look for your dad.
[ he already said it, but he'll reiterate again with a sterner than usual tone so she (hopefully) gets the message. ]
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[Don't nag like her mother. It's not going to win him any favors. Nora drops her braid, stepping back from the glass. Taking a deep breath, she nods.]
See you in a flash, then.
[Yes, she does think she's pretty funny. She runs off in a flash of gold and purple before he can roll his eyes at her.]
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he instead leans his head into the wall and stares up to the countdown. watches the seconds wind down and away in wait of her return. ...he should have perhaps been more specific about the return. he hopes she doesn't accidentally come back an hour from now, only to find him a corpse. ]
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So she's working on her return timing, okay.
It's more like thirty seconds before she's back, smiling like an idiot.]
I did it! Thawne! I went to 2018. I actually time traveled.
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Nicely done. [ there may be hope yet. ] How do you feel? It's quite the rush.
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[Nora used to lament that she was odd and never knew why. Now she knows why, with the speedforce flooding her synapses she feels whole, powerful, like she can do anything. It's night and day. She can't believe she's lived this long without her powers.]
Is it like this every time?
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[ hearing about it makes his cold heart ache. oh what he would do to experience it again. 'awesome' is an understatement from an overstated young girl. ]
Ok. Time to go again. This time... think of an event to go to back in that year. Just nothing too significant, not one where you being there could cause a big change. And nothing involving your dad directly. Not yet.
[ the first time could be a fluke. second time will prove if she can pull it off. ]
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[It isn't Nora's brain that protests another trip to the past. It's her stomach, which growls loudly at his suggestion.]
Okay. Yeah. I can... do that. My Aunt Jenna was born that year, I could drop something off at her baby shower?
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Clever. A little personal, but maybe if you pretend to be from a delivery service they wouldn't think twice about it. [ yes, that should work. no one suspects the post office. he snaps his fingers and nods. ] Alright, go off then. ...And get something to eat before you come back.
[ he heard that growl, and he knows her pain. speedsters need to refuel often. ]
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They don't talk about how much speedsters have to eat in the museum either.
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[ he's kiiiiidding. mostly. like 50% ]
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[That's a lot of food. Tacos sound amazing now too. She actually looks a little worried about the amount of food she's going to have to eat and how she'll realistically afford it and have enough time in the day to actually eat.]
I'd offer to bring you some, but...
[Shrug. He knows what would happen. So she'll be back soon, bye!]
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[ except, not really, he could really go for a taco. but if he's going to have a last meal it of course must be big belly burger. he watches her go off, sighing in resignation to the silence that floods the chambers, and paces slow around while looking to the countdown every few seconds. well, even if nothing comes of all this, at least he gets to spend his last hour alive with company for the first time in decades. ]
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This time it's more like five minutes before she's back. It's a waste of time, she knows but her mom almost saw her in the past. Maybe the baby shower was a dumb idea, of course her parents would be there it was held at their loft! What if Iris had answered the door instead of Cecile? She's not ready, not even close to face any version of her mother right now.
She just needed a minute.
She's back, wearing a different jacket than before and not quite looking directly at him.]
It's done. I think it was easier this time too. That's good, right?
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Means you're adjusting. [ and no time wraiths, which means she's being mindful of how long she stays. ] Yet... I sense something is wrong?
[ the lack of a direct look tips him off. she's a lot more like barry allen than she realizes. ]
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back here like 100 years later, my bad