What, was "Rudy" on cable last night?

At the docks, then out to sea, Sunday

Sun, 30 Jun 2019 13:59:27 GMT

The colors from the previous days were still holding, if maybe slightly more muted, Fandom's magic slowly fading but still managing to hang on for another day.

Seemed like a good omen as any for a wedding that Eliot still couldn't quite believe was happening.

Eliot's boat wasn't big enough for all their guests so they had "rented" (long story) a well-appointed yacht for the day. It was docked in the Port of Fandom, waiting for all the guests to board. Once the last person had crossed the gangplank, it sailed almost to the edge of the island, where blue water lapped with gray. Eliot's boat was already there, anchor down, Hardison in a tux, playing around with a sound system.

A few minutes to futz with mics and the speakers set up discreetly around the yacht came to life. "Testin'...Testin'..." Hardison murmured. Good. Everybody would be able to hear the ceremony on the second ship.

Looks like it was time to begin.

[TIME FOR A WEDDING! If you think you were invited, you were. Some OCD coming]

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75 Godiva, stupid-o'clock Monday

Tue, 18 Jun 2019 01:20:18 GMT

To say that Eliot was dragging would be an understatement. He'd just woken up from the absolute weirdest, most depressing week ever (which was saying something), during which he'd basically been a mindless killer drone with a drill for a hand, and literally all he wanted to do was be home with his partners and do comforting, human things like cook and eat food and then sleep.

The only saving grace was that Parker and Hardison were right there the moment he woke up, both also now normal and healthy, and that they probably wouldn't mind too much if he took a little while to go from "spoke in weird wordless groans for a week" back to "speaking actual sentences and interacting with people". Frankly, the "Big Daddy" had been a little too close to what he might have been if he'd spent enough time working for Moreau than he really wanted to deal with.

[for them's in the narrative and . . . whatever the hell speed play it ends up being]

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75 Godiva, Monday

Mon, 15 Apr 2019 15:28:33 GMT

The Leverage team had been in Fandom more than long enough to know exactly what came after the school prom. Eliot's anticipation of seeing Spike and Gracie again had been tempered by his dread over whatever fresh hell of a revelation of his alternate selves' sex lives. He'd already met a daughter some version of him had had with Sterling, for chrissake, but he knew better to think the island couldn't somehow top that.

But Saturday morning had come and gone, and no "you don't get to be with your partners in my universe" child arrived to taunt him. And it turned out, spending time with a couple kids who belonged to all three of them was really nice.

He leaned back on the couch with his coffee, a giant spread of brunch foods arranged on the coffee table, the end tables, and pretty much every other flat surface not currently occupied by a piece of Hardison's tech (yeah, Eliot lost that battle before it ever began), and watched as Hardison finished setting up a video link to Kathy. Parker was perched on the back of the couch next to him, her knee touching his shoulder, looking about as happy and relaxed as he'd ever seen her, and not just because her mouth was full of chocolate cereal. The kids were sprawled on either side of them, teasing and poking each other in a way that reminded Eliot so much of himself and Trudy as kids it almost hurt. Somehow, after everything, he'd still managed to end up with a family. A large one, even. He could get used to this.

He bit his lip thoughtfully, and took a long sip of his coffee.

Maybe he should start taking steps to make sure he got the chance.

[for the fam, and slow play. AU KIDS!]

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75 Godiva, Saturday morning

Sat, 09 Feb 2019 16:07:05 GMT

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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Paris, France, New Year's Eve

Sun, 31 Dec 2017 03:31:17 GMT

Eliot had spent the week in Oklahoma, visiting with Tru and hiking around some the state's larger parks, just generally reminding himself who the hell he was without his crew along for the ride.

And it was good. Cold, a little bit lonely, but just what he needed. Hell, he'd even thrown in a visit to the local VA center to check in with the counselors there -- people who actually knew a thing or two about PTSD, thank you very much Hardison -- and got himself a prescription for anti-anxiety meds, in case Fandom decided to throw something extra nasty at them again. All told, it'd been a very successful week.

But this? Hanging out with his crew in what was basically the romance capital of the world, on a holiday when tradition called for lots of kissing?

He absolutely needed this, too.

[ooc: for the crew, up early for sloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowplay.]

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Temporarily occupied warehouse, Friday evening

Thu, 24 Aug 2017 03:42:33 GMT

Everyone was on the island and in one piece, even if their homes weren't. There were no classes to worry about, and Eliot had finally stopped ranting about whether or not he needed to hire contractors to fix up Luke's.

It was time for a family dinner night.

"Okay," Eliot announced as he wiped his hands dry on a dish towel. "We've got spaghetti and farfalle -- bowtie pasta, Parker -- marinara and alfredo, both meatless, and meatballs for the carnivores. Everyone has to take at least a little salad, and there's wine or soda to drink. Please tell me someone remembered to set the table."

The "table" in question was some leftover counter top from rebuilding Luke's kitchen, propped on two saw horses, but that was okay. It matched the "kitchen". Which was several camp stoves arranged on a salvaged desk.

They really maybe needed to think about getting an actual house to live in again.

[for thems what know, up early to be nice to scheduling!]

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