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Life has been busy. The Mist (aka Turns-Into-Gas-Guy) is settling into his new cell underneath S.T.A.R. Labs and the team is sort of kind of (not really) getting used to the idea of working above a metahuman prison.

Joe is home, which is a big relief, and Barry has managed to steer clear of what's going on between him, Iris and Eddie.

And Barry himself has recovered from all events around the new meta-villain and is now taking some time to chill for a bit.

His thoughts have been on his parents a lot lately, especially his mom, and it's led him to seek out some comfort things. Slouched in one of the comfy chairs by the fire, with his legs up on an ottoman, he's watching a movie on his tablet with a pair of earbuds in.

A rat has brought by a bowl of mac & cheese, which he's eating distractedly as he watches the movie.

On screen is 'Singin' in the Rain', and not only does Barry's smile convey that he's enjoying the flick, but it is also very possible there are moments when Barry can be caught humming along to the music and songs.

[ooc: ~~Open through the weekend. :)~~ ETA: open until it scrolls, because work is madness and distractions are nice. XD]

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Cassian's trying to make his shoulders not be as stiff, his last trip was in an old and uncomfortable ship.

When he comes in, he sees Barry and then comes behind him to see what he's watching. Its a very bright looking holovid.

You know that feeling some people get when there's somebody behind them? Yeah, Barry's not great at that, so it isn't paranoia that turns his head, it's an empty macaroni bowl and the search for a wait rat.

He smiles when he sees Cassian and pulls out the earbuds.

"Hey, Cassian, how's it going?"

"Getting better. What are you watching?"

He moves around to find a place to sit, stretching and setting down his bag.

Barry glances back at the screen, then starts pulling himself up out of his slouch.

"This? Oh, it's an old movie," he says, just a touch embarrassed. "It's a uh, musical actually. Singin' in the Rain."

"A musical? What's that, like an opera?" Its something that Barry clearly knows as he seemed to be singing along.

Barry gives a waffling gesture.

"Kind of, although in musicals there are spoken scenes and dialogue, so the whole thing isn't sung."

Passing off the empty bowl to a passing wait rat, Barry orders a Coke.

"Do you like operas?"

"No, not really but I know about them," They're a favorite of some Imperials and he's had to learn what they were referring to.

"Ah," he nods, just a touch disappointed, but then he knows musicals and the like aren't for everyone.

"It's been a little while since I've watched this one, so I thought I'd take a break and sit down with it."

He doesn't mind putting that off, though, and so he locks the screen on the tablet and tucks it away.

"You look a little sore there, you alright?"

"Breaks can be nice. I've been sitting too long in uncomfortable seats but I'm almost back to my ship," And Kay, its safest to travel this way, more distance between him and his cover but he always ends up sore.

"Oh, that sucks. I used to have to ride the bus a lot and those seats can get pretty uncomfortable. It's good that you're almost back to your own ship."

The rat returns with Barry's soda and an added plate of brownies which Barry accepts with a smile and thanks.

"How's it going on the X-wing?" he asks, lifting a brownie from the plate to take a big bite.

"Yes, I'm almost there. Good, I worked on it a day or two ago. I also took one of the speeder bikes for a spin. Its possible to get a good turn of speed outside,"

It helped the next few days of travel go a little faster.

"That's awesome. I saw Jay tearing around in a motorbike out there. Seems like a great place for it."

Barry has been tempted to bring the suit in sometime and see about cutting loose with the speed himself.

"Brownie?" he offers, holding out the plate after taking another.

"It is and the speeder bike I found ran pretty smoothly too. Thanks,"

He takes a brownie and smiles at the taste, its sweet and filling.

They are sweet and fudgy, and also nice big squares.

"How fast can one of those go?" he asks about the speeder.

"If you really push them and have the space and they're in good condition, up to 500 kilometers per hour. Though at that point, you have to really know what you're doing,"

Speeder bikes are fast but also easy to crash.

Barry's expression lights up when he hears that.

"For real?" That's something that could actually keep pace with him, if he dialed his speed back a little. "Can you go that fast on one?"

"Yes, I mean I'd want to be wearing some protection but yes,"

He'd rather be in a ship as its safer but that kind of speed is a rush.

"Oh, definitely," he agrees easily. "You could really total yourself in an accident at those speeds."

Even so protection would only do so much.

"That's pretty cool. Only very specialized vehicles on my world can go that fast on land."

"Not a lot is faster than a speeder, maybe pod-racers but I've never been that interested. I've always cared more about flying,"

When you're above the ground, there's more to hit and to chase you.

"How long have you been flying?" he asks, polishing off another brownie.

Cassian tries to think back at how old he was,

"I think I was first allowed to use a throttle with supervision when I was thirteen or fourteen. Then I had to prove I was able to fly on my own, that took longer. I knew I wanted to fly when my father and I had to leave home."

"Was it your dad who taught you?" he asks with a smile.

His expression shifts to hesitant curiosity on his second question, "Why'd you have to leave?"

"No, he wasn't a pilot, he fought for justice and died for it," Cassian picks up another brownie and takes it apart before eating a few bites. His story isn't that unique in the galaxy, but he always feels strange telling it. Its only one of many.

His father was a Separatist, trying to make their corner of the galaxy better, "There wasn't anything left for us there after the Clone Wars."

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Barry frowns.

"I'm sorry."

It's a reminder that Cassian's world isn't just spaceships and speeders.

He always feels odd talking about his past and finds a rat to order some caf,

"The Clone Wars did a lot of damage and the Empire does more. I wanted to fly because flying was a way to get someplace safe."