prompt, engineering a snowstorm to deal with a heatwave, would work nicely with megamind but any sciency characters could come up with it with more or less disastrous results
“Explain yourselves.”
“Why?” Giddy asked, genuinely curious. “You can just pop back in time and find out for yourself.”
Uncle Bram just frowned deeper. “I want you to tell me. That’s part of the point.”
“It’s kind of obvious!” Blaine was snarkier than Giddy could ever be. He’d been raised to revere and obey his parents, and even though he was long done with revering (or even respecting) his father, his uncle had stepped into that fatherly role for him. Talking back to him would’ve taken a monumental effort. “It was really fu-...”
“Language,” Uncle Bram warned.
“...really bloody hot out.” Blaine paused to see if that was going to get him in trouble.
“Fine, I’ll allow it, you’re not British. Continue.”
“It was really bloody hot out and so we made it snow!”
“I know you lads are both very clever and actually outright geniuses in your own ways,” even though he was being scolded, it still made Giddy proud to hear his uncle say that, “but how did you pull this off?”
Giddy cleared his throat. “Well, Uncle Ray has a wide array of tech that...”
“You stole some of Ray’s stuff and messed with it,” he summed up.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Blaine agreed. “And it worked! It is snowing and it is colder outside!”
Uncle Bram sighed heavily. “And every time a snowflake hits something, it changes color. And not even all the same color.”
“It’s localized to campus!” Giddy pointed out in his own defense. “The campus reality stabilizers...”
“Yes, I know. In fact...” He looked at his watch and then, like that, their uncle (well, Blaine called him ‘Dad’ even though he wasn’t) was no longer at least 100 different colors. He’d been on campus when the snowstorm hit and Giddy guessed that he’d popped back in time, driven to campus, and gotten back within range of the stabilizers in time for them to activate, then come back to the present. To their view, nothing had changed except for him going back to his usual black/gray/occasional blue or white colors.
“You looked better with some more color on you,” Blaine pointed out.
“Don’t push it,” Bram growled at him. “I swear, sometimes you are so much like your bacon...”
Giddy still wasn’t used to the ‘woman’ his father had had all these children with being actually an agender trickster ...minor deity, near as Giddy could tell, and requesting their kids call them ‘Bacon’ rather than ‘Mother’ or ‘Father’. He’d have gone with Mather or Fother himself, but that was him.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“How about you take your butts over to the Research Center and ask Ray how to fix your little fuck-up?”
“Oooooooooh, language,” Blaine said.
“I’m adult and I’m pissed so I’m allowed.”
“I’m an adult! I’m 21!” Blaine hooted in outrage. “And Giddy’s 19!”
Uncle Bram put on a sticky-sweet voice. “You’ll always be a little baby to me,” he cooed like a doting father. That didn’t last as he straightened up and glared. “Now go on.”
“You’re not going to drive us?” Giddy asked.
“No. Walk. It builds character.”
“WALK!?” Blaine shrieked.
“Or ride the bikes that are in the garage that you and Tamika begged for two years ago and then barely used. That’ll work, too. They might be a bit in need of maintenance, but you two geniuses can figure that out, I’m sure.” He glared at them, the signal for them to cower in appropriate terror and flee.
“Do you know how to ride a bike?” Blaine asked him.
“Well, it’s been a while, but...”
“Good enough. You never forget. There’s a purple one and a pink one.”
“Let me guess,” Giddy pre-empted him, “you want the pink?”
“You know it!” he grinned. “Come on.”
