Loft above Luke's, Friday evening

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"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.
"So we don't have to worry about trying to get rid of a literal ton of spoiled turkey. Or angry polar bears. The bad news is it's a damn fusion reactor and it doesn't have any outlets on it that I could find, so we can't use it to power Hardison's toys." He shrugged and looked around the exceedingly dark loft, eerily lit only by the happily crackling fire in the magical fireplace and not by the dozens of monitors and screens that usually bathed the place in soft blue. "We can either camp out here, or truck it over to my place, which at least has more windows."

But would require going back out in the rain. Which was fine with Eliot, since he couldn't actually get any wetter, but probably wasn't going to be on Hardison's agenda any time soon.

[ooc: for the residents of the loft and the slowest of slowplays. Yay blackout!]

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"Dunno," Eliot admitted. "But someone's usually died most places you go. Doesn't mean they're haunted."

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"But we're sitting next to a magic fireplace," Parker pointed out, kind of feeling like this increased the odds. "With the power out. If I were a ghost, this is when I'd show up.... do you guys want me to haunt you when I'm dead, if I die first?"

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"Ain't no way you're dyin' before me, darlin'," Eliot said, a little more forcefully than necessary. "And the last time we had ghosts here, the weather was perfectly normal."

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"Well, you are the oldest. And you're going to get creaky." Parker was now frowning at her own train of thought. "...okay, no one dies. Good plan. And if ghosts show up, you can deal with them. Somehow. Right?"

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Last time Eliot had gone up against a ghost, he'd thoroughly list, ended up with his hand in a cast, and had to go on 'might turn into a werewolf' watch for a month.

"Sure thing, darlin'."

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Parker gave him a suspicious look, because that agreement was waaay too easy.

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Eliot sighed. "What?"

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Parker peered at him closely. "You'd tell me if it was more complicated than that, right?"

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Well, he wouldn't have. . . . "They're ghosts, darlin'. There's nothin' simple about 'em, near as I can tell."

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Parker scowled. "Okay. That's not reassuring. We should get something to hold them off. And werewolves. And vampires. And magic. Ugh."

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"Salt, silver, and I hear fire works well," Eliot said. "Parker, hon, you know I've been lookin' into this stuff."

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"You said, yeah." Parker shuffled over in her blanket toga to lean against him like a cat. "But still. I mean. I love the fireplace. And sometimes the magic is fun. But."

But, sometimes, very much not, and she wasn't really clear on how to make it stop. "Do I just set fire to everything?"

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"No." Oh like she was expecting anything but a growl for that. "We're never gonna be able to control for all the details in a place like this, darlin'."

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Grumbling, Parker rested her chin on his shoulder. "I still think smashing things works pretty well." She sighed. "Okay, so. Next time things look squirrely-- and not like the Radio squirrels-- you need to tell me what to do so we all live and you don't get hurt, okay?"

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"Seems to have been pretty damn effective so far," Eliot agreed. "And I'll do my best."