75 Godiva, Saturday morning

2019-02-09T16:07:05Z

Right. So. There were two very pretty naked people in the bed with him. The joy of that situation was tempered a little by the fact that he had no idea who they were.

He spent several minutes just taking in the situation (and the very pretty naked people) before deciding what he wanted to do about that. Because on the one hand: no idea who they were, what was going on, or why he couldn't remember literally anything. On the other hand. . . . Naked pretty people.

He didn't know much, but he was learning really fast that he was the kind of guy who was really into naked pretty people.

He needed more information.

He eased himself out of the bed, trying not to wake the pretty people. The moment his foot hit the floor, a small dog sat up at the end of the bed, its ears perked. It circled the end and came trotting over -- silently, which he was pretty sure was impressive -- its tails wagging.

"Right," he said softly. "Don't suppose you know what's going on?"

[for the partners!]

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Outside 75 Godiva Street, Wednesday afternoon

2017-08-02T17:53:30Z

The radio had said a hurricane was headed Fandom's way. The fact that that was such a normal thing had thrown Eliot off -- he'd've expected to first hear about it from, say, the Baltimore news station, or possibly the Weather Channel, not off-hand at the end of a squirrel-reported morning radio gossip show. But the radar satellites had confirmed it: a hurricane had developed off the coast and was looking to make landfall around Fandom by the weekend.

Eliot had done the whole "hurricane" thing before -- there was this whole thing in Tortuga, with a kidnapped corgi, a restored tall ship, and a very large quantity of C4 -- but this was his first as a property owner, so he was taking it seriously. At present, he was outside the house on Godiva, checking out the windows and trying to decide how best to batten down the hatches in preparation, while Val danced around the yard in circles, chasing a butterfly.

His shopping list so far included bottled water, toilet paper, propane for his camp stove, plenty of candles and matches, extra batteries for the radio and flashlights, and possibly a small generator if he could find one, so Hardison didn't cry if the power went out and his laptops stopped working. Also milk, bread, and eggs. Because whatever happened, you could bet his partners would be fussing at him to make them breakfast anyway.

He wondered if plywood would be overdoing it. He always saw those pictures of people hammering plywood over their windows in hurricane prep news stories. . . .

[Open!]

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What, was "Rudy" on cable last night?

75 Godiva, Saturday morning

Outside 75 Godiva Street, Wednesday afternoon