Eliot had managed to get Hardison's wound stitched up without much incident -- it was pretty small, all told, only took five stitches -- and even talked him into an orange juice/soda compromise last night. Things had been going pretty much steadily downhill from there. Which considering it started at "girlfriend missing, boyfriend stabbed in the ( Read more... )

If Eliot had had any doubts about who Riley's father was -- and honestly, it made enough sense that he was planning to call Tara later and make sure that she wasn't keeping a daughter a secret from him, so he hadn't -- the fact that she'd stolen his guitar and was now parked in the living room playing it would have gotten rid of them. Especially ( Read more... )

Eliot led the way through the trees -- well, probably, he knew Hardison was behind him but Parker might be basically anywhere with the trees crowded this close together -- towards the campsite. He'd already made the trek out a few times today, carrying the cushions and rugs and tent and all the other luxuries he'd promised Hardison to get him out ( Read more... )

"Alright," Eliot said, bringing out a plate of sandwiches (he was not above bribery). "Don't shoot me down right away. We should totally go camping this weekend."

( This may not go over well )

Eliot's phone had stopped ringing. That was awesome. On the other hand he felt like he'd gotten thrown around by a carnival ride -- again -- and there seemed to be a weight sitting right on his chest.

Val lapped at his chin. The weight on his chest was his small-for-her-breed-but-now-full-grown puppy.

Alrighty then.

[ooc: expecting one, ( Read more... )

You didn't do the work Eliot did and not develop a system for self-care. So when Eliot managed to mostly sleep through 3D life size humpback whales during class yesterday thanks to the weird ass cold the pony had given him, he knew exactly how to handle it: hole up at home in bed and ignore the rest of the world until he felt better. He had the ( Read more... )

Eliot woke with a start, choking on his breath for a moment -- which was weird and drew far too much attention to him if there was someone watching, waiting to use his weakness against hi -- right, okay, no. He was in the loft. On the couch. Where he'd been sitting up waiting to see if ferret!Parker would come out and eat the chicken they'd left ( Read more... )

"I found more pillows and blankets upstairs," Eliot said, trying to carry a pile of linens taller than he was down the stairs without tripping over Val. "I bet with these we could make the whole living room into a fort!"

He tripped on the last stair, flinging the linens in front of him and tumbling into them with a big *fwoof"An' I found a whole ( Read more... )

"Well, the good news is, the freezer downstairs is still runnin'." Eliot shoved his hair off his face, still soggy from his trek over. He hadn't seen rain like that since -- well at least since they'd left Portland ( Read more... )

"Yo, here they come," Hardison said, watching the new Benz pull into the overgrown, abandoned lot they'd chosen as their meetup. "Where we're just gonna hand over all that money an' let him get back in his car. Because, yup. That's a thing that we're doin ( Read more... )