geniuswithasmartphone: (Side Eye (With Bonus Shade!))
Hardison 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]
geniuswithasmartphone: (Shirtless With Val)
Another 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.]
geniuswithasmartphone: Aldis Hodge as Alec Hardison (Lounging on the Couch)
"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!]
geniuswithasmartphone: (Shirtless With Val)
After 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]
geniuswithasmartphone: (Disgruntled)
So, 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!]
geniuswithasmartphone: (Aint Playin Around (All Three))
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.]

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