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Oct. 12th, 2018 02:11 pmKitty (and Clint, sorta) is having a baby! Join Tony and Hardison in pampering and spoiling Kitty in a day of presents, massages, mani-pedis, and general relaxation. Food and beverages will be provided by Eliot and the staff at Luke's; party begins after noon at the Onsen on Monday, October 15th.
Gifts are not required, but gratefully accepted. For those interested, please see the attached registry link.
No Baby Games
[Sent to all adults on the island and various alumni. If you think you got one, you did!]
The Causeway, Wednesday Afternoon
Sep. 26th, 2018 02:48 pmHardison was really starting to hate standing at this spot on the Causeway, computer in hand as he selected which of the off-duty portals to hack. Every time he sent a portal into Kathy's world, they'd got something good back (Raven and Kathy both), but his heart jumped into his throat every time he had to send his people through to go back there.
He'd really, really been hoping last time would be the last time, but here they were again.
"A'ight, so good news, bad news, an' ironic news," he said to the small group clustered around him. "Good news: the portal is successfully hacked, it'll show up in about a minute, an' it's definitely goin' to Kathy's LA. Bad news: the last coordinates I sent y'all to got lost, so I'mma have to send you somewhere else. Ironic news..." His expression was wry. "I got the exact coordinates for the Griffith Observatory. So that's where y'all are gettin' dropped off."
Which still counted as bad news actually.
"Which means you're gonna have to get to the Mount," he said softly. "Once you're in LA, you might be able to reach Kathy again an' arrange some kinda escort or pickup, but, worst case, you're gonna have to hike five miles through zombie territory before you're safe."
( And so the cavalry are called )
[Preplayed with the![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vdistinctive (who is also playing double-duty as tigerundercover), rebelseekspizza, not_every_mage, and smilestopscars, all of whom have been rockstars and shining beacons of sanity in the face of my panic. NFI, NFB, off we goooo! Previous entries here and here Next Entry]
He'd really, really been hoping last time would be the last time, but here they were again.
"A'ight, so good news, bad news, an' ironic news," he said to the small group clustered around him. "Good news: the portal is successfully hacked, it'll show up in about a minute, an' it's definitely goin' to Kathy's LA. Bad news: the last coordinates I sent y'all to got lost, so I'mma have to send you somewhere else. Ironic news..." His expression was wry. "I got the exact coordinates for the Griffith Observatory. So that's where y'all are gettin' dropped off."
Which still counted as bad news actually.
"Which means you're gonna have to get to the Mount," he said softly. "Once you're in LA, you might be able to reach Kathy again an' arrange some kinda escort or pickup, but, worst case, you're gonna have to hike five miles through zombie territory before you're safe."
( And so the cavalry are called )
[Preplayed with the
vdistinctive (who is also playing double-duty as tigerundercover), rebelseekspizza, not_every_mage, and smilestopscars, all of whom have been rockstars and shining beacons of sanity in the face of my panic. NFI, NFB, off we goooo! Previous entries here and here Next Entry]The Shores of Selkie Lake, Friday Evening
Aug. 10th, 2018 01:32 pmDJ Roomba was cranking out to tunes, though Hardison had left the soft serve machine at home, making this officially a 'roughing it' camping trip. Not that Eliot would necessarily agree (there was still electricity because Hardison was many things, but a goddamn savage wasn't one of them), but was it really a date if the two of them didn't bicker about something pointless while Parker looked on and offered commentary?
No. No it was not.
Originally, Hardison had planned to pitch the tent up in the woods, but something about them had been...off-putting. So instead he'd spent the morning setting up here on the shore, including hammering a 'No Suits Allowed' sign next to the water to encourage skinny dipping by his sexy, sexy partners. Steaks were resting in Eliot's signature marinade, other stuff had been peeled and chopped, the all-natural, hickory-chip grill was gently glowing red.
Aww yeah, he done good.
[For the crew!]
No. No it was not.
Originally, Hardison had planned to pitch the tent up in the woods, but something about them had been...off-putting. So instead he'd spent the morning setting up here on the shore, including hammering a 'No Suits Allowed' sign next to the water to encourage skinny dipping by his sexy, sexy partners. Steaks were resting in Eliot's signature marinade, other stuff had been peeled and chopped, the all-natural, hickory-chip grill was gently glowing red.
Aww yeah, he done good.
[For the crew!]
75 Godiva Street, Wednesday Afternoon
Jul. 4th, 2018 02:51 pmHardison stomped angrily into the house, still yelling into his phone about the catastrophe at the park. Well, sometimes yelling. When he could get a word in edgewise. His Nana was so angry she could be heard over the phone as well, occasionally using words that baby Jesus would not condone.
He didn't stop until he had reached the kitchen, grabbing for a pad of paper and a pen. "I'mma need your recipe, Nana," he said. "It's the only way to save these people. Raisins!"
"Make sure you got the right seasonings!" His Nana reminded. "Ain't nothin' without seasonings! You ever had a cold, boiled potato on its own? Nobody wanna eat that!"
"I know, Nana. Eliot got loads of seasonings here." In...one of these cupboards.
"This is just a sin and a shame, baby," Nana clucked. "There are poor, impressionable children who could have tried to eat that. Now here's what you need..."
[Open, but with definite SP warnings]
He didn't stop until he had reached the kitchen, grabbing for a pad of paper and a pen. "I'mma need your recipe, Nana," he said. "It's the only way to save these people. Raisins!"
"Make sure you got the right seasonings!" His Nana reminded. "Ain't nothin' without seasonings! You ever had a cold, boiled potato on its own? Nobody wanna eat that!"
"I know, Nana. Eliot got loads of seasonings here." In...one of these cupboards.
"This is just a sin and a shame, baby," Nana clucked. "There are poor, impressionable children who could have tried to eat that. Now here's what you need..."
[Open, but with definite SP warnings]
75 Godiva Street, Monday Afternoon
Jun. 11th, 2018 03:05 amAnother weird weekend and Hardison wasn't entirely sure what to do with it. Being a teen seemed a lot more fraught than being a little kid and that wasn't even taking getting beaten up by a tiny version of his boyfriend into account.
But that wasn't the main issue on his mind right now. Hardison was looking at the howling wasteland that was their kitchen and shaking his head. Tiny!Parker had kindly left some of his sodas behind during her burglary spree, but not much else.
"How'm I supposed to get breakfast?" Hardison asked Val, who was sitting by his feet. "No bowls, no fridge--I'm pretty sure she even stripped the countertops!"
Hopefully she hadn't gotten very far with their belongings, or Eliot was going to have to remodel their kitchen. Again.
[Open! Will pickup pings when I'm conscious again.]
But that wasn't the main issue on his mind right now. Hardison was looking at the howling wasteland that was their kitchen and shaking his head. Tiny!Parker had kindly left some of his sodas behind during her burglary spree, but not much else.
"How'm I supposed to get breakfast?" Hardison asked Val, who was sitting by his feet. "No bowls, no fridge--I'm pretty sure she even stripped the countertops!"
Hopefully she hadn't gotten very far with their belongings, or Eliot was going to have to remodel their kitchen. Again.
[Open! Will pickup pings when I'm conscious again.]
Luke's Diner, Thursday
Jun. 7th, 2018 01:05 amUgh. That jerky white kid was back at the house again this morning. After the...issue...that had arisen when Alec, Jerkface, and Weird Girl had woken up sharing a bed, Alec had been more than happy to spend all of yesterday avoiding them, even if that had meant participating in the paintball thing. But he hadn't had any of his fake credit cards or IDs on him, so he'd ended up going back to the house last night.
To find Jerkface also there. Ugh. And he thought Weird Girl might have been around, too, but she was fast and kinda creepy, so it wasn't like he'd gone looking.
So Alec was out of the house as soon as he was up (at the crack of noon!), casually swiping one of the expensive laptops that had been lying around. Maybe if he could hack into that (maybe? HA!), he could get himself an ID and a cash stream and away from the house. Before Jerkface could decide to beat him up for, like, existing or whatever.
The sign on the restaurant's window caught his eye:
Today's Specials
Yeah, we know you don't have money. Come in and get a meal and pay us back next week. Unless you're Eliot, Hardison, Miguel, orKanan Caleb. You gotta work.
Spaghetti and Meatballs
Crockpot Chicken Noodle Soup
Shrimp Fajitas (You're welcome, adults)
Free food? Ish? Alec was going to worry about why he was singled out later. He was going in to peel some potatoes and get a huge helping of spaghetti and meatballs.
[Content Warning for a physical fight in the Eliot/Hardison thread with underlying homophobic tones. Please practice good self-care when deciding whether to read, my dears.]
To find Jerkface also there. Ugh. And he thought Weird Girl might have been around, too, but she was fast and kinda creepy, so it wasn't like he'd gone looking.
So Alec was out of the house as soon as he was up (at the crack of noon!), casually swiping one of the expensive laptops that had been lying around. Maybe if he could hack into that (maybe? HA!), he could get himself an ID and a cash stream and away from the house. Before Jerkface could decide to beat him up for, like, existing or whatever.
The sign on the restaurant's window caught his eye:
Yeah, we know you don't have money. Come in and get a meal and pay us back next week. Unless you're Eliot, Hardison, Miguel, or
Spaghetti and Meatballs
Crockpot Chicken Noodle Soup
Shrimp Fajitas (You're welcome, adults)
Free food? Ish? Alec was going to worry about why he was singled out later. He was going in to peel some potatoes and get a huge helping of spaghetti and meatballs.
[Content Warning for a physical fight in the Eliot/Hardison thread with underlying homophobic tones. Please practice good self-care when deciding whether to read, my dears.]
75 Godiva Street, Sunday Afternoon
Apr. 15th, 2018 10:49 am"So, our client," Hardison said, clicking on the multiscreen display that made up the wall of the study specifically for this purpose, "is a little amusement park y'all might have heard about called Cupcake Kingdom?" He snorted. "It's only the first an' oldest privately-owned theme park in the country, based off them old Cuphead an' Mugman shorts from the 20s an' 30s." He clicked over to one of the more well-known cartoons, where Cuphead and Mugman were fighting off Cala Maria. Little Alec had had nightmares about that mermaid. "Which were, in turn, based off a vaudeville act back in the late 1800s--now, I ain't gonna show any of the ye old-timey footage of some of their acts, mostly cause they kinda get racist an' they ain't important anyway."
( I just entertain myself sometimes. ) She'd convinced that Doonlogger's runnin' the place into the ground so he can get around the contract he signed sayin' he wouldn't sell it to a theme park competitor so it could turn into another Six Flags or somethin'. But I--I ain't so sure."
[Establishy, unless the roommates want to tag in!]
( I just entertain myself sometimes. ) She'd convinced that Doonlogger's runnin' the place into the ground so he can get around the contract he signed sayin' he wouldn't sell it to a theme park competitor so it could turn into another Six Flags or somethin'. But I--I ain't so sure."
[Establishy, unless the roommates want to tag in!]
Art, Thursday, Period Three
Apr. 12th, 2018 03:41 pmHardison had a couple of things pinging on his Leverage searches back home and had a feeling that they might be heading out on a job sometime soon. But it wasn't like art really had a final exam anyway, so he didn't feel terrible about the possibility of canceling class next week.
"A'ight, y'all, so we've had a semester to learn new types of artistic styles an' forms. So this class is a repeat of the first one." He waved a hand over the art room, where he'd once again pulled out as many different kinds of supplies as he could find. "Make somethin'. Anythin'. The only restriction is that it can't be the same thing you made the first week. Same subject is fine, but you gotta use somethin' you learned this semester."
"A'ight, y'all, so we've had a semester to learn new types of artistic styles an' forms. So this class is a repeat of the first one." He waved a hand over the art room, where he'd once again pulled out as many different kinds of supplies as he could find. "Make somethin'. Anythin'. The only restriction is that it can't be the same thing you made the first week. Same subject is fine, but you gotta use somethin' you learned this semester."
75 Godiva Street, Thursday Afternoon
Apr. 5th, 2018 03:06 pmAfter sending out the email to inform his students that class was most definitely canceled for the day, Hardison managed to pull on a pair of boxers and pad into the kitchen to make some sandwiches. They weren't all fancy, with special onions and homemade aoili or whatever (though there were heirloom tomatoes and dill havarti cheese because Hardison had learned some things over the years, whether he'd admitted it or not), but they were thick and filling. He let Val out into the yard while he prepped, 'accidentally' dropping a shred of turkey on the floor for her to grab on the way out, figuring she might appreciate both the snack and the ability to run around a bit after being housebound more than usual these past two weeks.
She came back in when he whistled, though (possibly because she was hoping for more turkey, but Hardison knew better than to chance it twice), and cheerfully padded along behind him as he carried a platter of sandwiches back to his partners. Sometimes spoiling the ones you loved meant hearty sandwiches on tangy sourdough bread and a puppy to cuddle.
[Open for housemates or phone calls]
She came back in when he whistled, though (possibly because she was hoping for more turkey, but Hardison knew better than to chance it twice), and cheerfully padded along behind him as he carried a platter of sandwiches back to his partners. Sometimes spoiling the ones you loved meant hearty sandwiches on tangy sourdough bread and a puppy to cuddle.
[Open for housemates or phone calls]
75 Godiva Street, Saturday Afternoon
Dec. 16th, 2017 01:34 pmSo, everything was terrible again. Hardison was pretty sure that Tony and his TA were evil, Eliot had brought home a version of Kathy that needed babysitting a lot more than she needed to be out heroing, there were slugs pretty much everywhere, and last night Eliot had insisted they all sleep down in the panic room in the basement. Which was actually more like a 'panic suite' because Eliot had built it and he was kind of extra about things, but even so, it was a little more claustrophobic than Hardison was comfortable with. He'd found himself calculating how much air was available in their hidey hole, which wasn't something he'd done since they'd moved from Portland.
That itchy restlessness hadn't left him, even when they'd all come back upstairs for brunch. He needed to get out for a little while. Do something. Spend some time in the open air while feeling useful. So once the meal was over, Hardison grabbed for his jacket and his laptop bag. A walk across the island to the school for some quality research time would hopefully settle him.
[Open for housemates and visitors!]
That itchy restlessness hadn't left him, even when they'd all come back upstairs for brunch. He needed to get out for a little while. Do something. Spend some time in the open air while feeling useful. So once the meal was over, Hardison grabbed for his jacket and his laptop bag. A walk across the island to the school for some quality research time would hopefully settle him.
[Open for housemates and visitors!]
It was Thanksgiving! The house smelled amazing too, like roasting turkey and sage and simmering apple cider and baking pies. Eliot had outdone himself in the kitchen this year, whipping up the creamiest mashed potatoes, the fluffiest stuffing, and even the crispiest egg rolls Hardison had ever seen. His own contribution was a platter of the croissant-variety Hot Pockets in various flavors.
Look, his TA had requested them and he was gonna provide, dammit.
Now they were finishing up the last few dishes, setting the table, and preparing for a delicious Thanksgiving meal. Not every member of their assorted families could be here today, but every person who was here was family in their own way. For Hardison, found family was infinitely more precious than people just related by blood. Each person had chosen to be here, to be part of this, and--
Shut up, he wasn't getting all misty-eyed. It was the dust. It got all up in his allergies.
[Up super-early I know, but holiday-related SP expected in a big way and also timezones! Sorry to anyone confused, but this post is definitely set for Thursday, Thanksgiving.]
Look, his TA had requested them and he was gonna provide, dammit.
Now they were finishing up the last few dishes, setting the table, and preparing for a delicious Thanksgiving meal. Not every member of their assorted families could be here today, but every person who was here was family in their own way. For Hardison, found family was infinitely more precious than people just related by blood. Each person had chosen to be here, to be part of this, and--
Shut up, he wasn't getting all misty-eyed. It was the dust. It got all up in his allergies.
[Up super-early I know, but holiday-related SP expected in a big way and also timezones! Sorry to anyone confused, but this post is definitely set for Thursday, Thanksgiving.]
75 Godiva Road, Sunday Afternoon
Aug. 6th, 2017 02:38 pmAt some point on Saturday--Hardison had stopped keeping track of time after his fifth shot of Red Bull and Orange Soda--Eliot and Parker had shown up at the library covered in shark goo and hustled him home, talking about sleep and showers and real food. Probably. By the time they'd shown up, Hardison had been hopped up on so much caffeine he could practically see through time and most of what they'd been saying had sounded like a teacher from the old Peanuts cartoons.
After almost twelve hours of solid sleep, a shower that felt great even though it was cold, and a breakfast that was too good to have come from the camp stove Eliot had cooked it on, Hardison was starting to feel like a person again. He was standing in the living room, staring out the window and sipping his cocoa. "We can fix up the guest room for the girls again," he was saying. "Let 'em stay with us. An' Luke's is busted, but the freezer's still workin' an' folks can get to--oh shit!"
That oh shit? Was for the two--no three--was that four sharks being propelled through the air towards their house. At high speed. "Get down!" he yelled flinging himself behind the couch, just before a total of five sharks slammed through the front walls of the house and causing serious structural damage to most of the downstairs.
He should have stayed in the library.
[For them that are there!]
After almost twelve hours of solid sleep, a shower that felt great even though it was cold, and a breakfast that was too good to have come from the camp stove Eliot had cooked it on, Hardison was starting to feel like a person again. He was standing in the living room, staring out the window and sipping his cocoa. "We can fix up the guest room for the girls again," he was saying. "Let 'em stay with us. An' Luke's is busted, but the freezer's still workin' an' folks can get to--oh shit!"
That oh shit? Was for the two--no three--was that four sharks being propelled through the air towards their house. At high speed. "Get down!" he yelled flinging himself behind the couch, just before a total of five sharks slammed through the front walls of the house and causing serious structural damage to most of the downstairs.
He should have stayed in the library.
[For them that are there!]
75 Godiva Road, Saturday Morning
Jul. 15th, 2017 05:20 amNoah often didn't want to get up in the mornings when that arrogant overseer, Cato, rang the bell calling the field hands to work. Being a blacksmith was easier than picking cotton--no worries about getting whipped if he didn't make weight, for one--but it was still long hours and hard work, making sure that all the horses were shoed and the tools repaired and every bit of metal on the plantation was bright and shining.
Waking up this morning was even harder. His bed felt soft, like a cloud, and his blankets like the gentlest cotton, wouldn't scratch a baby's naked ass. His sheets felt clean and crisp and the soft breathing from behind him--
Sheets?
Breathing?
Noah's eyes snapped open but he made himself lie perfectly still. Sure, last night had been one of Bareback Shaw's parties, but that didn't explain why he was asleep in one of the white folks' rooms! He didn't even wanna guess what kinda punishment that would entail if he was found here. Never mind the one he'd get for not being back in his quarters by sunup.
Another muffled noise behind him. Noah wasn't sure he wanted to look over and see who it was. He was praying that it would be another slave. Getting caught in a white woman's bed would result in something far worse than just more stripes on his back.
Maybe he could just...eeeeease on out of this bed and be out the door and on his way back to Macon before anyone was the wiser.
[For thems that live here! Also TRIGGER WARNING! Hardison is Noah from WGN's Underground and is a slave from 1850's Georgia. That means there will be references to slavery, beatings, lynchings, sexual assault and rape/coercion and pretty much every other horrible topic that comes up in conjunction with treating humans like chattel.]
Waking up this morning was even harder. His bed felt soft, like a cloud, and his blankets like the gentlest cotton, wouldn't scratch a baby's naked ass. His sheets felt clean and crisp and the soft breathing from behind him--
Sheets?
Breathing?
Noah's eyes snapped open but he made himself lie perfectly still. Sure, last night had been one of Bareback Shaw's parties, but that didn't explain why he was asleep in one of the white folks' rooms! He didn't even wanna guess what kinda punishment that would entail if he was found here. Never mind the one he'd get for not being back in his quarters by sunup.
Another muffled noise behind him. Noah wasn't sure he wanted to look over and see who it was. He was praying that it would be another slave. Getting caught in a white woman's bed would result in something far worse than just more stripes on his back.
Maybe he could just...eeeeease on out of this bed and be out the door and on his way back to Macon before anyone was the wiser.
[For thems that live here! Also TRIGGER WARNING! Hardison is Noah from WGN's Underground and is a slave from 1850's Georgia. That means there will be references to slavery, beatings, lynchings, sexual assault and rape/coercion and pretty much every other horrible topic that comes up in conjunction with treating humans like chattel.]
The problem with being where everybody knows your name? Getting arrested. Hardison couldn't use any of his computer magic to convince the system they had the wrong guy, or run a quick con to get Eliot out. No, when everyone knew your name, they also tended to know what you were up to, like when you got arrested for brawling in a bar because you weren't still emotionally stunted sometimes when it came to family and--
Hardison handed over a cashier's check for the amount of bail and sighed. It just felt so dishonest, a pair of proper thieves actually paying bail.
"Just a moment," the clerk behind the desk said, slowly hunting-and-pecking her way into getting the information on her computer. With two fingers! Now there was the real crime. "You just sit tight now...Alec," she said, adjusting her glasses as she peered at the name on the ID he'd provided. Because, again, no using aliases when everyone knew who he was. "We'll get Eliot out just as soon as I'm done here."
...So sometime between now and when the sun burned out. A'ight.
"Sho thing," he said with a charming smile. "I'll just wait here then."
( Who gets arrested under their REAL NAME?! )
[Preplayed with the amazing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vdistinctive, and NFB/NFI applies]
Hardison handed over a cashier's check for the amount of bail and sighed. It just felt so dishonest, a pair of proper thieves actually paying bail.
"Just a moment," the clerk behind the desk said, slowly hunting-and-pecking her way into getting the information on her computer. With two fingers! Now there was the real crime. "You just sit tight now...Alec," she said, adjusting her glasses as she peered at the name on the ID he'd provided. Because, again, no using aliases when everyone knew who he was. "We'll get Eliot out just as soon as I'm done here."
...So sometime between now and when the sun burned out. A'ight.
"Sho thing," he said with a charming smile. "I'll just wait here then."
( Who gets arrested under their REAL NAME?! )
[Preplayed with the amazing
vdistinctive, and NFB/NFI applies]Hardison had accompanied Eliot to the hospice, but had elected to wait in the waiting area before the receptionist desk. Eliot and his father had a lot of catching up to do and it was the kind of catching up that didn't need a stranger present. Hardison was easing the way with Eliot and Trudy's family and even a bit with Eliot and just being here, but facing his dad was the one thing that Eliot had to do alone.
At least the first time. Hopefully only the first time.
But he figured that Eliot would need some company after the visit ended--he probably wouldn't want company, but that was a different thing--and so he was just killing time, giving the wi-fi of the coffee shop next door a much-needed upgrade and idly skimming through the FBI files on their investigation into the Russian election hacking. ( Just to keep his hand in. )
[NFI, NFB, OOC is love. Preplayed with the wonderfulvdistinctive. Immediately follows this.]
At least the first time. Hopefully only the first time.
But he figured that Eliot would need some company after the visit ended--he probably wouldn't want company, but that was a different thing--and so he was just killing time, giving the wi-fi of the coffee shop next door a much-needed upgrade and idly skimming through the FBI files on their investigation into the Russian election hacking. ( Just to keep his hand in. )
[NFI, NFB, OOC is love. Preplayed with the wonderful
vdistinctive. Immediately follows this.]After Hardison got home from the diner, Eliot had summarized the conversation he'd had with Sparkle about his sister, mostly going over the points that were relevant to find her. He hadn't even gotten halfway through the it before Hardison had pulled out his laptop and started the searches, narrowing down options with every detail Eliot provided.
Still, of those details, there weren't many and most were years out of date, which meant the search had taken a long time--by which Hardison meant more than a few hours. But even with the extended timeframe, the end result was the same: he had a hit. (Technically, he had several, but this one wasn't just the most promising, it was straight-up promising.)
"Eliot!" he called. "You wanna grab Sparkle? I'm pretty sure I found his sister."
( Family is complicated )
[Preplayed with the wonderfulvdistinctive, whoisalicewhite, and myownface. Broadcast fine, NFI, OOC is love]
Still, of those details, there weren't many and most were years out of date, which meant the search had taken a long time--by which Hardison meant more than a few hours. But even with the extended timeframe, the end result was the same: he had a hit. (Technically, he had several, but this one wasn't just the most promising, it was straight-up promising.)
"Eliot!" he called. "You wanna grab Sparkle? I'm pretty sure I found his sister."
( Family is complicated )
[Preplayed with the wonderful
vdistinctive, whoisalicewhite, and myownface. Broadcast fine, NFI, OOC is love]Hardison lounged on the deck of Dottie's Pride, sipping at a beer and watching the sun set over the water. Next to him, Megabyte and Stance snoozed next to his chair, tuckered out after a long day of romping about in the sea air. He wasn't sure where Eliot was--doing something nautical, no doubt--and the last time he'd seen Parker, she was clinging to the side of the boat and giving him a heart attack, but he figured they'd be joining him soon enough to enjoy the last vestiges of the day and looking out towards the gorgeous expanse of ocean. Tellingly, his laptop was still in its bag in the cabin; he hadn't even pulled his phone out, except to take pictures every so often.
Don't tell anyone, but sometimes it was nice to be unplugged for a bit. Long enough to appreciate warm weather, the rocking of a gentle ocean, and the company of the two loves of his life.
...Though he was starting to get hungry. One and a half days of sailing to get to the Florida Keys would do that to a man. Maybe he should needle Eliot about letting him starve at the very beginning of their vacation to see if that would turn into dinner for all of them.
Oh yeah, vacations were great.
[NFB and for thems what are with him, please!]
Don't tell anyone, but sometimes it was nice to be unplugged for a bit. Long enough to appreciate warm weather, the rocking of a gentle ocean, and the company of the two loves of his life.
...Though he was starting to get hungry. One and a half days of sailing to get to the Florida Keys would do that to a man. Maybe he should needle Eliot about letting him starve at the very beginning of their vacation to see if that would turn into dinner for all of them.
Oh yeah, vacations were great.
[NFB and for thems what are with him, please!]
Hardison wasn't worried.
At least, that's what he was telling himself as he waited hour after hour for any sign of the group he'd sent to Los Angeles. Afternoon turned to night turned to dawn and still there was no sign of them. Hardison didn't sleep. Hardison couldn't sleep. Sleep was a thing that would never happen again until everyone came back, safe and sound.
After this, however, he no longer doubted Nate had been right to tell him he couldn't hack it as a mastermind. Not when he could feel every moment that ticked by as a personal accusation that he'd controlled the portal and that he'd sent them into danger.
The birds were just starting to chirp and the first hints of blue were still staining the sky when he opened the portal for what felt like the hundreth time and saw them all; Parker and Eliot, Raven and Ringo, Anders and Dante, and even Kathy, her face bound by tape and her head lolling at an unnatural angle. "Yo, welcome home" he crowed, exited to see them all hale and hearty, or at the very least, unbitten.
In a few moments, he'd be able to see the physical and emotional toll the world had taken on them. For now, though, there were excited greetings and congratulations, and a huge breakfast order being sent to Luke's for special delivery.
[For them who know who they are. Up early for SP]
At least, that's what he was telling himself as he waited hour after hour for any sign of the group he'd sent to Los Angeles. Afternoon turned to night turned to dawn and still there was no sign of them. Hardison didn't sleep. Hardison couldn't sleep. Sleep was a thing that would never happen again until everyone came back, safe and sound.
After this, however, he no longer doubted Nate had been right to tell him he couldn't hack it as a mastermind. Not when he could feel every moment that ticked by as a personal accusation that he'd controlled the portal and that he'd sent them into danger.
The birds were just starting to chirp and the first hints of blue were still staining the sky when he opened the portal for what felt like the hundreth time and saw them all; Parker and Eliot, Raven and Ringo, Anders and Dante, and even Kathy, her face bound by tape and her head lolling at an unnatural angle. "Yo, welcome home" he crowed, exited to see them all hale and hearty, or at the very least, unbitten.
In a few moments, he'd be able to see the physical and emotional toll the world had taken on them. For now, though, there were excited greetings and congratulations, and a huge breakfast order being sent to Luke's for special delivery.
[For them who know who they are. Up early for SP]
The Causeway to Ex-LA, Saturday Afternoon
Jan. 28th, 2017 12:00 pmHardison was, not-so-coincidentally enough, parked in the same spot on the Causeway that he'd been when he opened the portal to bring Raven home. "So, I got the basic coordinates for this version of Los Angeles, but not ones that are specific to Griffith's Observatory," he said, fingers flying over the keys. "I can put you within somethin' like five square miles of the park, but that's the best I got for you. So, worse case scenario, you got five miles of zombies to fight your way through. An' then back again once you got her."
Which, if you asked him, sounded like the plot of a horror movie and he was not really thrilled about sending his partners, his TA, and a bunch of students right in the middle of it. At least Alluka was staying where he could keep an eye on her...
...Even if she was more than a little creepy right now, yeah.
"I'm just about finished here," he said, putting in the last of the calculations so that no one arrived with an arm sticking out of their head or made of green jello or something. "Y'all should probably make sure everyone is on the same page before y'all head out."
( Last chance to get off the ride )
[NFI and everything in the second table is NFB as well. OOC is love, though! Preplayed withwhoisalicewhite, tigerundercover/vdistinctive, rebelseekspizza, not_every_mage, and soniaroadsqueen, all of whom are rockstars. Bits of text adapted from Chapter Twenty-Two of Ex-Heroes, by Peter Clines. Buckle up, kids, it's gonna be a long ride. Apologies to your f-lists in advance.]
Which, if you asked him, sounded like the plot of a horror movie and he was not really thrilled about sending his partners, his TA, and a bunch of students right in the middle of it. At least Alluka was staying where he could keep an eye on her...
...Even if she was more than a little creepy right now, yeah.
"I'm just about finished here," he said, putting in the last of the calculations so that no one arrived with an arm sticking out of their head or made of green jello or something. "Y'all should probably make sure everyone is on the same page before y'all head out."
( Last chance to get off the ride )
[NFI and everything in the second table is NFB as well. OOC is love, though! Preplayed with
whoisalicewhite, tigerundercover/vdistinctive, rebelseekspizza, not_every_mage, and soniaroadsqueen, all of whom are rockstars. Bits of text adapted from Chapter Twenty-Two of Ex-Heroes, by Peter Clines. Buckle up, kids, it's gonna be a long ride. Apologies to your f-lists in advance.]
