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When Barry walks into Milliways and sees the transformation of the place his face splits into a wide grin.

"Sweet."

After checking himself over and finding no apparent changes, costume or otherwise, he heads for the counter.

"Hey Bar, what's going on?"

The screen that appears makes his grin widen further.

"For real? Awesome."

After reading over the explanations and rules very carefully he swipes over to the first offered reconfiguration. When he sees what it is there's no need to go any further.

"A robot cheetah? Are you serious?"

The change happens in an eye-blink and Barry is soon marveling at his new sleek and metallic form.

Perhaps a wiser, or less enthusiastic, person would wait until they were outside to give their new form a test run, but Barry refrains from such and immediately punches it.

The result is a spotted form streaking across the bar and slamming into a setup of Lego table and chairs with a loud, "MROW--AUGH!" followed thereafter by an, "Ow."

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There's a clop, clop, clop sound that comes to a stop near Barry. Followed by a snicker.

"That was an epic Wilson, dude."

If Barry gets himself sufficiently sorted out to look up, he'll see a pony with wings folded against its flanks.

"A what?" he asks, managing to push up into an awkward cat-sit, and brushing Legos off.

When he looks towards the voice he blinks at the pony standing there.

"You have wings." As if that's the weirdest thing about this scenario.

YT unfolds them halfway. "Well thanks, Captain Obvious. I totally didn't notice." She peers at him. "Did you scramble your brains when you fought with the table and lost?"

Maybe the dude needs medical attention. Or, like, mechanical attention.

Barry gives the impression of a pout, although the face he has right now doesn't do expressions very well.

"No." He stands up, scattering more Legos underfoot.

"I'm not usually a robot cat," he says by way of excuse and explanation as he tries to carefully pick his way through the mess.

YT shrugs, more with her wings than anything. "Didn't think so. I'm not usually a pegasus either. When it's not Cubefall I'm a bug-eyed tentacle monster."

"Are you for real?" he asks, doubtful, but at the same time, this is Milliways...

"You are not," he decides. "Who are you?"

Okay. Dude's got at least a baseline level of brains. "Name's YT. Usually human, always awesome." She flicks her tail. "How about you?"

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"Barry," he replies, nodding his head since neither of them have hands to shake right now. "I'm usually human, too."

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"And now you're a robot leopard or something," YT says. "Looks like you're hot to blow the speed limit right the fuck up. Which is a life goal I totally support. But you've gotta pick your turf better."

"Cheetah," he corrects. "Leopards have a rosette pattern rather than solid spots and their body-type is built more for power and stealth than speed."

While he babbles he takes stock of himself, confirming first that he is a cheetah, then trying to work out how this body moves.

"Yeah, I probably should've gone outside, first," he admits. "Traction on hardwood is never the best, even in sneakers."

Barry's a bithead. Or some closely related flavor of geek. YT would bet her Bar credit on it.

"Well, Einstein, how 'bout we go get some fresh air then?" YT's wings twitch with restless excitement. If Barry's spectacular crash hadn't distracted her, she'd be out there doing loop-the-loops and buzzing folks already.

Barry is most definitely a geek and her Einstein comment makes him realize that even as a cool robot-cat the inner-nerd still manages to show through.

Cutting himself off from any further scientific commentary he considers the offer and nods. "Okay, sure."

Despite the crash he's still antsy to give this form a real run.

YT clops her way to the back door. This next part is tricky: the door has a handle she can push down with a forehoof, but it opens inward. It takes some careful maneuvering and walking backwards on three of her four legs to swing the door open. Then she has to kind of dart around it so she can shoulder it open further and let Barry through.

(Being a winged horse is awesome but the lack of hands kind of blows sometimes.)

Barry's ready to offer to help but she seems to have it so he stands by and gives a 'thanks' when she holds the door to let him by.

He only stumbles on the steps a little and is soon standing out on the lawn looking around.

"Have you uh, have you ever done this before?" he asks her.

YT clops (carefully) down the steps from the back porch. "Cubefall? Yeah, last year. It's the best."

Well. Except for not having hands maybe.

"It is pretty cool," he agrees, his smile made a little awkward by the fangs he has.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other he glances around then looks back at her.

"So... I guess I just-- do this, then."

This isn't quite as weird as standing out on the tarmac with the S.T.A.R. Labs people ready to test his speed for the first time (he's not wearing red spandex for one), but it is a little strange.

"Don't be chicken. Go for it."

"I'm not a chicken," he states for the record before he steels himself and then takes off.

The cheetah robot form is fast, and once he gets the coordination right it certainly has more speed than any animal on the African plain, but Barry finds it kind of... disappointing.

He sprints off a fair distance then turns around and starts heading back, slowing into a trot with a slight frown on.

"How come you're not, like, doing laps around the lake right now?" YT asks.

This is perplexing behavior, as far as she's concerned.

"I dunno, I guess I just thought I'd be-- faster."

Like a lot, lot faster. It equates: Superspeed + robot cheetah speed = ???

The error occurs in that, apparently, his superspeed didn't transfer to this form.

"How about you, can you fly?" he asks, giving a challenging nod at her.

"Check it out," YT says. She paws the ground with one hoof, then takes off at a gallop, like a plane accelerating down the runway. Then she unfolds her wings and, with a few powerful flaps, she's airborne.

She gets some altitude first, then just cruises and does some simple turns for a minute or so to warm up. After that she really gets going with a series of dives, loop-the-loops, and barrel rolls. She gets into this kind of flow state, like she does when she's surfing heavy traffic on the freeway, operating on instinct dictated by wind and acceleration and G-forces. She's so into it that she kind of forgets about Barry for a while.

When she remembers, she feels kind of bad for leaving him down there. She descends in an inverse arc, barely losing speed before her hooves hit the turf, and comes to a sideways sliding stop that leaves long furrows in the ground.

"Woo!" she calls out to Barry, shaking out her wings and prancing excitedly.

He watches, head tilted skywards as he grins at her aerial feats but also at how much fun she seems to be having.

When she comes back down he moves aside to give her landing room, laughing.

"That was awesome. Are you like a pilot or something? You're pretty great at that."

"I'm a Kourier. Means I ride my skateboard in high-speed traffic all the time." YT stamps a hoof to dislodge some dirt. "I'd show you a video on my phone, but it disappeared when I changed. And I'm shit outta thumbs for the same reason." She shrugs. Maybe she can show Barry later, when they're both human again.

"What d'you do, when you're just, like, your regular self?"

"Yeah? That's a crazy job," he replies, and by tone crazy here isn't a bad thing. "We've got a lot of bike messengers in Central City and those guys are fearless."

And kind of reckless, considering he's saved a couple from becoming roadkill.

Suddenly realizing he's without his own phone is a bit disconcerting, but there's not much he can do with it right now, either.

"I'm a CSI for the police department."

"So you mean one of the crime lab guys?" YT asks. "So I've always wondered, in real life are cops a-holes to their lab guys like they are to everyone else, or do they suck up to you to get priority on their case stuff?"

YT has a low opinion of cops (duh!), but to be fair cops tend to have a low opinion of thrashers like her.