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vdistinctive) wrote2015-04-11 12:01 pm
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The loft above Luke's, Saturday morning
Eliot's clothes had all wound up in the general door to couch area, and it wasn't like he had any spares lying around (and trying to wear Hardison's would make him look like a kid playing dress-up), so after a quick shower (when did Hardison and Parker get all this hair stuff? And why was it all the stuff Eliot used?), he wandered out into the living room area in nothing but a towel to at least find his shirt before he got started on breakfast. (He'd learned early in his cooking career that you just didn't work with those kinds of temperatures without covering your chest. And aprons didn't count.)
And froze, grabbing onto the towel to hold it in place, when he spotted the twelve year old girl standing over by the door.
"The kitchen staff downstairs said you'd be up here," she said.
"Um," said Eliot.
"Why are you living with Uncle Hardison and Aunt Parker?" she asked.
"Um," said Eliot.
"You guys need to clean up in here better, Daddy." She nudged the crumpled pile of pants by the couch with the toe of her shoe. "Mummy would not approve."
Eliot rubbed his hand down his face. "Goddammit, Fandom."
[ooc: generally for the assortment of folks currently at or soon to be arriving at the loft, with bouts of slowplay on all sides, but also open!]
And froze, grabbing onto the towel to hold it in place, when he spotted the twelve year old girl standing over by the door.
"The kitchen staff downstairs said you'd be up here," she said.
"Um," said Eliot.
"Why are you living with Uncle Hardison and Aunt Parker?" she asked.
"Um," said Eliot.
"You guys need to clean up in here better, Daddy." She nudged the crumpled pile of pants by the couch with the toe of her shoe. "Mummy would not approve."
Eliot rubbed his hand down his face. "Goddammit, Fandom."
[ooc: generally for the assortment of folks currently at or soon to be arriving at the loft, with bouts of slowplay on all sides, but also open!]
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She turned to Spike. "You can be our brother. We decided."
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Besides, he had a feeling arguing with Ada would not get him very far.
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"Sisters are amazing," she informed Spike with an eyeroll. "And so is bein' 'girlied up'." She opened her nail polish and started painting her thumbnail an incredibly bright shade of turquoise. "I'm a hitter and a grifter. What are y'all's skills?"
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"Hacker-mastermind!" Ada declared. "Daddy says that it's okay I take after Papa and Aunt Parker, so long's as I got his palate."
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They couldn't use the screens or their parents would figure out what they were up to, so she gestured to them to gather around the screen.
"So this is a map of the island," she said, pulling one up. "And here's our target." A red star appeared over Chilly Boulder. "And here we are." Followed by a green circle over the apartment. "Now me explain what we're gonna do..."