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[electro_kinetic]

Noriko swings into the bar still on her crutches, but dressed nicely enough in a blazer jacket over a silky sequin camisole and metallic gold shorts. Her cast is still bulky and still decorated, but her attention is more taken at the moment by the clippers she's digging out of her backpack; it was the only particularly convenient way to carry things with both hands occupied. She had designs on doing something different with her hair, which is what led to her being parked in front of a mirror, methodically giving herself a deep side undercut. It left half her head fuzzy black and the rest its usual bright blue, touching her shoulders (shoulder?) now.

Feel free to wonder exactly what she's doing, or why.

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[sunbaked_baker]

Here is a smell that has not graced Milliways in far too long.

The scent of freshly-baked cinnamon rolls is wafting temptingly through the kitchen door, spreading the comforting smells of hot, soft yeast dough still steaming from the oven, the sweet warmth of cinnamon-sugar and freshly-made vanilla icing spreading across each soft spiral and dribbling into doughy crevasses.

Sunshine's hair has been cropped short at chin-length, and her hands and neck still show signs of the burns that kept her from her baking - kept her from most things, really - for a couple of weeks, but they are usable again. This morning and early afternoon has shown that to be true. She has enjoyed getting to bake again, immersing herself in the task at hand, feeling the springy dough beneath her palms instead of pain in every movement, catching up on the latest news around the bar from Holly and the other kitchen staff.

Now Rae is settling into the process of separating out rolls from the baking sheet, settling them on serving plates to be delivered to people in thanks for their help and care while things were so fraught.

(Things are still a little fraught, but not nearly as much. That's not nothing.)

honey I shrunk the pups plot

[makes_the_toys]

The baseball was the key.

How Cisco forgot that detail he'll never know, but it's the final puzzle piece to fixing the shrinking machine.

It's taken many, many long hours, countless doses of caffeine, a nostalgia trip back to the Eighties, three dozen chickens, four watermelons and a brave guinea pig rat named Ben, but with all that and the crucial help of other tech savvy people in Milliways who lended a hand, the Szalinzki Shrinking Machine is good to go and resizing of patrons can now begin.

Barry is the first, and Cisco can't even look as he zaps his tiny friend with the shrink ray, funnelled through a beat-up baseball. When full-size Barry is achieved Cisco is quick to hug his friend, laughing in hysterical exhausted relief.

"Thank you for not exploding!"

They run a few quick tests just to make sure Barry is one hundred percent, and then Cisco announces loudly, "Attention little people of Milliways! Let the embiggening begin!"

He'll also put up notices around that the shrink ray has been fixed, and have Bar tell any tiny patrons who should come across her countertop that the solution has been found.


[ooc: And that's a wrap on the shrink ray plot! Timed to Saturday (sorry I didn't get this up earlier!). No tags to this post, please, reactions are fine, but anyone who needs a pup resized is free to handwave either having Cisco do it, or manage the feat with others since the machine will be left with careful operating instructions.Thanks!]