75 Godiva Street, Sunday afternoon

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Eliot didn't sleep much on a good day (his claim to "90 minutes a night" wasn't entirely true, but it wasn't that much of an exaggeration). The day he found out someone had broken into his team's headquarters and stolen a hard drive full of extremely valuable information was not a good day. He'd already been planning some new security measures on his house, plans which had made him miss out on the fun that had happened on the island yesterday. Hearing about the missing Black Book just meant he had to move up his time table, get his place secured up so he could start working on the headquarters.

He'd worked straight through the night. The tech he'd picked up at the pawn shops on the mainland wasn't the easiest to work with, all bulky and clunky, needing to be hardwired together to be networked, but the supplies from the military surplus store just brought back some fond memories. Laser grids and motion sensors were great and all, but there was no way Eliot would ever be able to set up a system with those that Hardison and Parker couldn't crack. No, his surveillance and traps were going to have to go old school to keep them out.

They were getting suspicious, and they were clever; they'd figure out the necklace eventually. He couldn't let that happen, and if they got too close, he couldn't guarantee anymore that he wouldn't hurt them. Some well-hidden snares and disguised cameras meant he hopefully wouldn't have to.

[ooc: Booby-trapping NFB, please. Open, if anyone wants to trip an old school hunting trap or two.]

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"That's not --" Eliot cut himself off with a growling sigh. He could think of one person on this island who'd shown an interest in Interpol intel, but bringing up Gaunt would bring up too many other things Eliot didn't want to go into. "Alright, fine, aliens. That don't change the fact that we need to up security."

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"Well, fair." And yet. "Nets! In the vents!" Parker scowled and finally got up, still patting Val as she headed for the door. "You could have asked us for help, and Hardison would have been geeked out of his mind to help you put in a system."

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"Yeah, well, maybe I wanted a system I actually knew how to use." Eliot considered whether or not to warn her about the pressure plate on the stairs.

. . . Nah.

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Parker was stomping her way down the stairs, throwing over her shoulder, "Not that it wasn't a fun exercise in--- AHHHH!"

...okay, so, the Floor IS Lava. Or pressure points.

"...infiltration."

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Val barked. Oh look! A fun new game!

Eliot walked over, smirking faintly, his arms crossed over his chest. "Nice to know my system's effective."

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"Eliot. What is this even."

Ooo, headrush.

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Eliot shrugged, pretty pleased with himself. "Basic snare," he said. "Rigged to a pressure plate in the stairs." He tilted his head. "You need a hand?"

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"Nooo, I got it."

Parker bent double to start un-tying the snare. And then found out how good Eliot was at knots.

"Or possibly not."

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"Uh huh," Eliot said, still amused. He reached down to the stairs to reset the pressure plate, releasing the anchoring end of the rope. "Maybe next time you'll try knocking on the front door."

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Parker saw what he was doing from her upside-down vantage point, and managed to twist and roll enough that she didn't land on her head. Or break anything. Still unsettled and breathless, though.

"Oooof."

Ugh, Eliot, this mood of yours, Parker was so over it.

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Eliot felt a little twinge when she fell -- but she was quick enough to be okay. He totally thought of that before he released the trap.

Right?

He rubbed the claw around his neck and leaned down to help untie the rope around her ankle. "You're welcome."

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Parker was still watching him. Eliot's level of trustworthiness had been in steady decline for a week now.

Maybe the aliens stole his brain?

Still, she let him untie the rope, and got to her feet with a, "Good system. See you in class on Tuesday."

Yeah, you weren't getting a 'sorry for freaking you out' when you weren't freaked out and you let her fall.

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There was that weird twinge again. He felt like he should know what that was about, but he couldn't quite figure it out. He sighed. "What? You're in a mood."

He wasn't being in a creepy good mood, anymore. What was she pissed about, now?

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Parker opened her mouth, then closed it. Opened it again. Feelings were hard. Words were harder.

"Just... You're changing. You're changing things." She scowled. "I don't know. I just don't like it."

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Honestly, Eliot wasn't that much better at either of those things. He just had more experience faking it. "I'm still me, Parker."

Just, you know, the asshole parts.

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Maybe it was something else? Like brain-damage from so many hits on the head.

"Yeah. You're you." Parker was feeling sad for no reason now. Worried and mad and sad altogether. "And I'm... gonna go do stuff. I'll talk to you later." She grimaced. "And knock next time."

Because who knew what was gonna be in store if she snuck in again.

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Eliot threw his hands in the air. "Fine. Thank you." If Parker was going to keep doing her weird Parker thing, there wasn't much Eliot could do to stop her.

Because Parker was definitely the weird one, here.

Val whined, sensing the tension between her people. She looked back and forth between Eliot and Parker and went to stick her nose in Parker's hand. She still loved you, Parker!

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"Awwww." They were upsetting the puppy! Okay, that was not allowed. Parker released a breath, and ruffled Val's ears. Found a smile somewhere. "Yeah. You're welcome." Social nice words helped, like Sophie said. "And yeah. Maybe see you Monday, for class planning."

There. Now they were mostly good.

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"Yeah." This was going to be the most awkward class, ever. "Tell Hardison I'll start setting up security on the diner and the apartment tomorrow."

At least he was giving you warning, this time?

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"Like this?" That could make the kitchen a very unsafe working environment. "Maybe skip the pressure plates behind the counter. Those guys won't be able to compensate for the perspective change."

The rest of it, for the apartment, she was gonna talk over with Hardison first.

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"I wasn't gonna do anything in the diner proper. Or any of the public entrances." That was just bad for business. "We just don't want whoever got the Black Book comin' back for seconds."

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And nooow she was reminded of the aliens again. Sigh.

"Yeah. Okay." One last pat for Val. "Bye guys. See you later."

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Val watched her go, then looked up at Eliot. Eliot looked back down at her. Val whined. Eliot groaned and turned to head back to his book. "Women."