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[thisismadfreaky]

"Yo, you've reached Cisco. Text me, voicemail is so outdated, guys."

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TEXT ALL THE TEXT

[finewithhalf]

I want a gun like the one u made Lenny

do it.

[That's what Lenny's nerd is there to do, right? No questions asked?]

[thisismadfreaky]

What? No.

ＢＡＣＫＤＡＴＥＤ ＴＯ １２.２6.

[demonstrate]

[ once she realized wonderland was having the same holiday she celebrate back home, iris made sure everyone she knows got a little token of her affection. cisco and like-minded science people will receive yummy lollipops that also happen to be very space-y. merry christmas! ]

texts;

[thisismadfreaky]

» Okay, these are just awesome
» Thanks, Iris!

backdated to the 26th!

[chocolatepudding]

[ Merry Christmas! Or late Christmas, because Dustin pretty much slept through it. After a rather jarringly loud fist-pounding knock on Cisco's door, he’ll find a stocking left on the ground. If he's quick enough to answer he can probably recognize curls and a favourite hat turning the corner. The stocking is jammed full of things, including:

1. Air Heads (assorted flavours, but more watermelon because those are the best)
2. A small container with only banana flavoured runts
3. Gummy bears (sour and regular)
4. Bubble tape
5. Caramello
6. Nilla wafers
7. Chupa chups
8. Cow tales
9. Gummy cola
10. Nerds
11. Skittles
12. Sour patch kids
13. Fun Dip
14. Pop Rocks

And lastly, just for Cisco:
15. An entire rainbow of rock candy.

Propped up is a Christmas card, homemade with probably the worst handwriting known to man: 'Merry Christmas. -Dustin' ]

texts;

[thisismadfreaky]

[He doesn't catch the mystery knocker in time, but the card tells him who he is just the same. He grins and shakes his head, taking the stocking back inside.]

» Merry Christmas, kiddo
» Thanks for the sugar rush.

12/26-12/27 immediately post-Ewaymas

[quickgenius]

» We have a date with my very comfortable bed and a huge pile or blankets.
» The door is open.

[thisismadfreaky]

»Oh, thank god.

[And that's all the text she'll get from him before he drags his exhausted self down the hall to her room. Even though she'd specifically said the door was open, he still knocked before slipping inside.]

26/12 » DELIVERY DROP OFF.

[accelerate]

[ even though barry doesn't quite feel the christmas cheer this year, playing santa brightens his spirits somewhat. he flashes and runs, sliding an envelope underneath cisco's door. inside of the envelope is a christmas card with the following note:

Jedi Cisco,

Use these wisely. You're our only hope.

Jedi Barry.

inside of the card are several vouchers on red card with a yellow lightning bolt cut out and stuck on them. (it's a shoddy job in barry's opinion, but cutting and pasting isn't something he enjoys anymore.) on the vouchers are the words: 24 hours bro time for cisco to cash in anytime during the year to take some time out of exploring wonderland and get back to the basics of being friends, and two (handmade) movie stubs that say STAR WARS MARATHON!!! ]

texts;

[thisismadfreaky]

[Cisco can't help grinning at the card and the contents inside. This is JUST so Barry and completely perfect.]

» You're the best
» Thanks, Barry.

text;

[catchacold]

So, kid. It's Valentine's.

text;

[thisismadfreaky]

Yes... I'm aware...

[Is this the big brother, break her heart, break your face speech?]

[2/14 <3]

[prettyntoxic]

[Wake up, Cisco. There is a large, nerdy-looking, heart-shaped box on your couch full of Twizzlers. Okay, so they're Twizzler bites, but do you know how hard it is to get Wonderland to spit out Twizzlers? Yes, you probably do. Nevermind. Dumb question.

The real question is, who left such a valentine on your couch? Dude, how many secret admirers do you have in Wonderland that you have to even ask yourself that question? Okay, so, to be fair, it's not her style so she really wouldn't own up to it anyway. It's just a 'thank you' for being you. Enjoy them.

She doesn't need you to know who they came from to feel good about giving them to you. Strange concept, that. Usually she's one to take things, not give them.]

[thisismadfreaky]

[this is utterly adorbz and he wishes he knew who sent them, okay!!!]

[asphyxiaphilic]

[ Just a little something extra on his bathroom mirror. Nbd. ]

it won't be long now.

I hope you talk less.

[thisismadfreaky]

[He hasn't dealt with mirrors too much. They don't seem to have much interest in him--and Cisco is just fine with that.

So, finding the note this morning? Well, it was jarring and unsettling to say the least. He could ignore it, sure, but curiosity killed the cat and Cisco has to know:]

What does that mean?

So apparently Cisco just gets daily shitposts now

[asphyxiaphilic]

I know something you're not supposed to know.

If I tell you, will you keep it secret?

This is fine, I can live with this.

[thisismadfreaky]

[....Okay, it's super weird when a message suddenly comes across a reflective surface you're working on. Good to know.

But color him intrigued. Also secret-keeping? Yeah, he's pretty good at that, it's kind of built into his job back home, really.]

I can keep a secret.

[asphyxiaphilic]

[ Today, there's an equation scratched into the chrome of Cisco's workstation. It's a version of one of the keys he's been working on with Fitz, but with several alterations, all overwritten in a thicker line to make it more noticeable.

Idiot real things will never finish their portal without help from their intellectual betters. ]

[thisismadfreaky]

[Cisco tips his head when he sees the familiar equation begin to write out across the chrome, but...there are differences. He scrambles for a scrap of paper to jot down the new version of it down before it disappears.]

I think you're onto something...thanks.

[notuptight]

[ Early in the day, Cisco will find a few simple words scrawled in a very familiar hand. ]

May the Fourth be with you.

[thisismadfreaky]

[He stops what he's doing as soon as the words appear and he feels frozen to the spot. Caitlin.]

Thanks...
Are you okay?
Did...did the other one tell the truth? Are you my Cait, stuck on the other side?

[Why he would think that if any of them were lying, he'd actually get the truth out of another one, he's not sure, but it's what comes out anyway.]

text

[boilover]

hey, nerd

stop sulking and come party
bring your own booze
bring more food, we need more food

if you don't show up, I'll come get you and duct tape you to one of Rip's ugly chairs for the rest of the night. Got it?

See you real soon

text

[thisismadfreaky]

Hey, Mick.

What party, where?
....got any requests or just "food, all the food"?

Dude, plz don't ducttape me to ANYthing.

[He isn't sure if a party is really where he's at right now, but.... well, Mick isn't one to bluff. He'll march down here and throw him over his shoulder if he feels like it.]

text

[finewithhalf]

[She doesn't reach out to him after he sends her package. It's weeks later when she does, and even then she doesn't directly reference the gift.]

r u good?

bc i wasn't good for a while

& i saw u get dragged on the network so it was prob worse

text

[thisismadfreaky]

Been better.

[....]

Been worse, too, tho.

[He's not keen on getting into all the hows and whys he's not doing great with a teenager. Or with anyone. He hasn't divulged a lot of the deeper parts of what he suffered on the Mirror Side to anyone, really.]

You okay these days?

text, of course

[livemoore]

Hey. So, there was an event. And then I just kind of got distracted with the music festival.

Anyway, I think I owe you a movie night and experimental take out.

This is Liv, by the way.

[ youtriedstar.jpg ]

text

[thisismadfreaky]

Hey.
Yeah, things just get so randomly busy around here and time just sort of gets away from you, right? It's crazy.

I'm def down for movies and possible take-out tho.
When are you planning for this little shindig?