75 Godiva Street, Sunday

[vdistinctive]

"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 bunch of toy swords an' knives an' things," he said from the pile. "This place is so cool."

[ooc: for the tiny boyfriend in particular, but also open!]

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[geniuswithasmartphone]

Yeah, it was! Even for Alec, who was more inclined to be hesitant and diffident had to agree. Well, mostly. "No TV though," he pointed out. "Or even those computers the other place had." Not that they were anything like the computers he'd ever seen. These were sleek and black and so fast, responding to every keystroke like magic. The computers Hardison was used to were big, heavy, clunky, and beige. With monitors his skinny arms couldn't even lift and the computing power of a slug.

But it did have toy swords and fake knives, and so many pillows and cushions and sheets and blankets, and enough room to make a truly epic blanket fort. "I been makin' some blueprints," he said, holding up papers that he'd drawn over. "Cause you gotta make sure that everythin' balances right or it'll topple over." He couldn't exactly explain why he knew this would work, but he was certain he was. "See?"

[vdistinctive]

"Woah. You drew those?" Eliot draped himself over the back of the couch to peer over Alec's shoulder. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Alec shrugged. "Nowhere. I just know how. I draw a lot in foster. Stops me from askin' so many questions, they say."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot frowned. "What's wrong with asking questions?" No one had yelled at Eliot for asking too many questions, not since he'd grown out of his "why?" phase.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Cause I ask too many an' lotsa times people don't know how to answer 'em," Hardison replied, matter-of-factly. "Other times no one wants to answer 'em. An' then I'm a bother."

[vdistinctive]

"That's dumb. How're you s'posed to learn anything if you don't ask?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"That's what I asked!" Alec complained. "But good kids are seen an' not heard or somethin', I guess."

[vdistinctive]

"Ugh, they're those people. Those people are so dumb." Eliot straightened up and grabbed one of the cushions, tossing it up and down and spinning it. "So where do we start then, Mr. Architect?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Yeah, but they're my only chance of gettin' a forever home, so..." Alec went quiet, far more interested in building a cushion fort than talking about foster care. "We should start over in that corner," he decided. "The walls'll help support the rest of it. An' if we get it up really high, the top of the fort will be waaaaay over our heads!"

[vdistinctive]

"And we'll have to climb on stuff to get it that high!" Eliot liked this plan. "Or, you know, I will." Eliot flipped the cushion again and went over to prop it up against the wall. "So you're an orphan too? Like Parker?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Not really," Alec said, frowning as he figured out the perfect place to pin up the sheet. "My mom's on drugs unless she's in jail again an' I don't know who my dad is. So I'm in foster care. I was with a family for awhile, but it...didn't work out."

[vdistinctive]

"Were they mean? Sometimes the fill-in parents in books are really mean. An' the hero has to run away and join a pirate ship or dog sled through Alaska."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"They weren't mean," Alec said, squinting across the room to see where to put the counterbalancing cushion. "They liked church a lot. They used to have me go 'round door to door an' help talk about God an' stuff." He made a face. "I'd've rather joined a pirate ship."

[vdistinctive]

"Ew. Church is okay and all, but the people who go door to door always sound so dumb. You should totally join a pirate ship. Or go live in the woods!"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"I found handcuffs!" Parker suddenly announced from on top of the TV system set-up. "Lookit lookit!"

They were about as real as the weapons right now, and she was having fun getting in and out of them.

[vdistinctive]

"Dude!" Eliot bounced. "This house is amazing!" He didn't so much mind the lack of electronics. "Though I had to get all the poptarts and pizza bagels myself."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"There's lots of orange soda and popsicles in the fridge," Parker pointed out, hanging down from the top of the entertainment center. "And Froot Loops! And we could get more at Luke's, probably." That Kenzi girl might let them have some, right?

[vdistinctive]

"We're probably good for tonight," Eliot decided. "But we should keep that in mind for tomorrow."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Ew, why would I wanna live in the woods?" Alec asked. "There's bugs an' dirt everywhere! The city is a lot cooler, 'cept for the drugs an' gang members."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Yup!" Parker hopped down and surveyed the fort with pleasure. "This isn't a girls-keep-out-fort, is it?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"This place has got tons of stuff in it!" Alec agreed. "An' it's way bigger'n the other place we were in."

[vdistinctive]

"'Cause there's no adults to order you around and you can carve out a tree to live in and get a pet hawk and train it to hunt for you." Eliot had adored meta for My Side of the Mountain. To the point where his mother had started to worry he might try to run away and try it for himself. "There's bugs and dirt in the city, too. An' alligators in the sewers an' giant rats an' things. At least in the woods the animals live where they're s'posed to."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but that was right over a diner." Parker was always going to value food adjacency. "But I like that nobody's kicking us out of *either* of them. And!" She pulled an Illinois Smith hat over her eyes. Now she looked like an adventurer! "There are cool clothes here too." Beaming at him she added, "I'm never going back."

[vdistinctive]

"Nah," Eliot said. "I only make those when I need to keep out my sister." Which admittedly was often. And then Gertie cried even harder because Eliot totally let their next door neighbor come in and she was a girl and then Mom yelled at him for being mean to Gertie and also that bedroom wasn't going to clean itself, mister, if he didn't clean up by the end of the day she was going to come through with a trashbag and throw everything on the floor away!

There was a reason why Eliot spent most of his time outside hiding in improbable places.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Is she bigger or littler than you?" Parker asked, crouching down to crawl inside, pausing to sniff with approval.