So...the past few days haven't been the brightest S.T.A.R. Labs has ever seen. But hey, if we've learned anything it's that bad can always get badder. The long and short is that Ralph was feeling the feels for one of the bus metas who's now... gone. And Barry got put on an "indefinite leave of absence". Not from being the Flash, from CCPD. You know, the gig that pays him and doesn't involve him nearly dying on the regular.
But fear not, Olympic Cisco was here to brighten everyone's day. That's right, sports fans -- I am an Olymp-a-ddict of the tallest order. And with the closing ceremonies now in the rear-view, I was jonesing for a fix. So I figured what better way to feed my need and cheer up my comrades than to organize the inaugural Team Flash Games???
The kickoff event was a luge race in the hamster wheel. I even got Caitlin to ice it down for us. Barry promised not to cheat but I'm pretty sure he went full "kid who opens his eyes during Marco Polo" because he finished in three tenths of a second.
Next up was a freestyle jump off the S.T.A.R. Labs roof. Which may sound like a bad idea, but Ralph stretched into a trampoline for us to land on so it was actually kind of awesome. At least, I thought so. Joe was less amused after he landed on his sidearm. But whatever, no one told him to go all Macho Man Randy Savage off the top rope.
Since we were all tied up after the first two events -- depending on how you feel about Barry being disqualified from the luge -- we went to sudden death: curling. How could that not be the coolest thing since s’mores flavored bubble gum? Well, that question can be answered in one simple word... Harry!
Yes, against my better judgment, I decided to team up with the only man on Earth who may actually posses the ability to make an onion cry. Needless to say it did not go well. After much deliberation, "we" decided that being the sweeper was beneath Harry, even though I explained to him at length that the curler was a far less important job.
When we inevitably lost to Barry and Iris -- which I still doubt the legitimacy of -- Harry chased me around my workshop with the broom while explaining the elaborate ways he intended to injure me. Until...he slipped on the ice rink that I may or may not have created to perform in unison with American figure skating phenomenon, Nathan Chen. Harry has not woken up from the fall just yet, but I'm fairly certain no stapler, tape-dispenser, pen-cup or other desktop paraphernalia will be safe when he does.