75 Godiva Street, Saturday morning
Feb. 14th, 2015 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vdistinctiveEliot was chained fast to the chair, unable to move more than a few inches in any direction. He yanked at the bonds anyway, rattling the chains, and growled.
"Now, Mr. Spencer." His captor stood just out of punching range, or what would be punching range if he managed to get his arms free. Her thick accent made her words hum faintly against his skin. "What are we going to do with you?"
Eliot smirked. "Well, Ms. Dayan. I've got a few ideas."
Mikel stepped forward, her barefeet making not a single noise on the cold wood floor. She leaned down, putting her hands on Eliot's thighs, her face close to his. "Is that so?"
Vic appeared from behind, her arms folded across Eliot's shoulder. "I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to let the prisoner run the interrogation."
"Nah, man," Hardison called, from where he and Parker were watching from Nate's couch in the Boston offices. "This will not do. The atmosphere here is all wrong. You wanna get some music goin', maybe some Beyonce, go it old school with some Billie Holiday -- I mean at least Barry White. At least."
"You should have a harness," Parker suggested. She popped some popcorn in her mouth and grinned. "Hang from the ceiling." Eliot heaved a sigh as Mikel and Vic both wandered off, turning his head to tell his teammates just what he thought of their 'helpful' suggestions, when something crashed in the kitchen and he opened his eyes.
He lay still for a moment, just staring up at his ceiling and trying to will away the lingering vestiges of the dream, then heard the crash again.
Right. The puppy. Or possibly Parker trying to make 'subtly' wake him up, though he suspected she'd be back on the mainland with Hardison by now. He sat up, looking out the bedroom window. The storm had passed, and judging by the renewed background hum -- and the lack of fireplace in his room -- the power'd come back on in the night. Time to figure out this whole puppy invader thing once and for all. He got up, pulled on some pants, and headed out to see what the damage was.
And saw the puppy on the floor amidst the scattered remains of what had been a nice batch of oranges arranged in a bowl on the counter, pinning a scaley green thing twice her size to the floor, her teeth against its neck just hard enough to establish dominance without breaking the thing's skin.
When she sensed Eliot had come in, she looked up, wagged her tail once, and expertly flipped the thing over onto its stomach with her paws, then grabbed it by the back of the neck and dragged it, flailing weakly, to the front door. Eliot followed after and opened it up, and the puppy trotted outside, flung the thing down onto the front walk, and barked at it until it went scurrying away into the bushes. She looked back up at Eliot, head cocked, then looked where the monster had gone, then back at Eliot.
"Yeah," Eliot said. "Alright." He stepped back from the door, giving the puppy room to come trotting back in. "Come on, then, Val. Let's get some breakfast."
Valentine the puppy yipped happily and followed along at his heels, the teeniest bit of gremlin scale still caught in her teeth.
[ooc: and thus ends the saga of Eliot being adopted by a puppy. Open for interaction if anyone is interested!]
"Now, Mr. Spencer." His captor stood just out of punching range, or what would be punching range if he managed to get his arms free. Her thick accent made her words hum faintly against his skin. "What are we going to do with you?"
Eliot smirked. "Well, Ms. Dayan. I've got a few ideas."
Mikel stepped forward, her barefeet making not a single noise on the cold wood floor. She leaned down, putting her hands on Eliot's thighs, her face close to his. "Is that so?"
Vic appeared from behind, her arms folded across Eliot's shoulder. "I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to let the prisoner run the interrogation."
"Nah, man," Hardison called, from where he and Parker were watching from Nate's couch in the Boston offices. "This will not do. The atmosphere here is all wrong. You wanna get some music goin', maybe some Beyonce, go it old school with some Billie Holiday -- I mean at least Barry White. At least."
"You should have a harness," Parker suggested. She popped some popcorn in her mouth and grinned. "Hang from the ceiling." Eliot heaved a sigh as Mikel and Vic both wandered off, turning his head to tell his teammates just what he thought of their 'helpful' suggestions, when something crashed in the kitchen and he opened his eyes.
He lay still for a moment, just staring up at his ceiling and trying to will away the lingering vestiges of the dream, then heard the crash again.
Right. The puppy. Or possibly Parker trying to make 'subtly' wake him up, though he suspected she'd be back on the mainland with Hardison by now. He sat up, looking out the bedroom window. The storm had passed, and judging by the renewed background hum -- and the lack of fireplace in his room -- the power'd come back on in the night. Time to figure out this whole puppy invader thing once and for all. He got up, pulled on some pants, and headed out to see what the damage was.
And saw the puppy on the floor amidst the scattered remains of what had been a nice batch of oranges arranged in a bowl on the counter, pinning a scaley green thing twice her size to the floor, her teeth against its neck just hard enough to establish dominance without breaking the thing's skin.
When she sensed Eliot had come in, she looked up, wagged her tail once, and expertly flipped the thing over onto its stomach with her paws, then grabbed it by the back of the neck and dragged it, flailing weakly, to the front door. Eliot followed after and opened it up, and the puppy trotted outside, flung the thing down onto the front walk, and barked at it until it went scurrying away into the bushes. She looked back up at Eliot, head cocked, then looked where the monster had gone, then back at Eliot.
"Yeah," Eliot said. "Alright." He stepped back from the door, giving the puppy room to come trotting back in. "Come on, then, Val. Let's get some breakfast."
Valentine the puppy yipped happily and followed along at his heels, the teeniest bit of gremlin scale still caught in her teeth.
[ooc: and thus ends the saga of Eliot being adopted by a puppy. Open for interaction if anyone is interested!]
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Date: 2015-02-15 04:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2015-02-15 04:16 am (UTC)Parker blinked at the valentine, then at Val. "Did you buy this?" She would't put anything past the puppy at this point. "Also I didn't get you one. 'Cause of not knowing I'd be here."
Hardison had had a plan for what to send Eliot, but who knew if it would make it there now.
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Date: 2015-02-15 04:27 am (UTC)"Wasn't expectin' you to," Eliot said. He'd gotten her some flowers through the student council sale thing, but that was totally just to support the school.
Totally. That's why they weren't signed.
Shut up.
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Date: 2015-02-15 04:43 am (UTC)"Happy Valentine's Day anyway, I hope you have good sex," Parker said earnestly. "And don't freeze to death. We'd worry if you did that." She petted Val's head and beamed at the DAWWWWWW text she'd gotten back from Hardison. "Snowshoes!" Deploying!
... kind of.
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Date: 2015-02-15 04:47 am (UTC)"You know, you could just wait a bit for the roads to get cleared, right?" She could sit back. Relax. Take that ridiculous coat off so Eliot could actually see her body.
On second thought. . . .
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Date: 2015-02-15 04:51 am (UTC)TOO CONFUSING.
"Restless. Also, I put on all these clothes," she explained. "You can walk me there though. Except I have your snow shoes."
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Date: 2015-02-15 04:58 am (UTC)"I've got another pair." YOU NEVER KNEW. "Should take Val out to get her exercise, too." Val had apparently already learned the word 'out' and started dancing around in an excited circle. "Gimme a couple minutes and I'll go with."
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Date: 2015-02-15 05:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2015-02-15 05:11 am (UTC)Eliot left the two of them to it, swinging into the bathroom before grabbing his snow gear. He didn't know what Parker was talking about; his hair looked terrible. He pulled it back in a sloppy ponytail, yanked one of his beanies on, and ducked into the basement for his spare snowshoes.
"I still don't have a leash," he noted when he came back up. "Think she'll wander off?"
It seemed rather unlikely. She'd put too much effort into wandering in, after all.
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Date: 2015-02-15 05:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2015-02-15 05:18 am (UTC)