What's all this?
Jan. 14th, 2015 07:30 pmEliot walked into the house and dropped his backpack by the door. He glanced back, making sure Parker was still with him. "We're back," he called up the stairs, kicking off his shoes.
He turned back and yelled out the door. "Come on, Parker! I'll make ramen. With extra stuff in it."
He turned back and yelled out the door. "Come on, Parker! I'll make ramen. With extra stuff in it."
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Date: 2015-01-15 02:57 am (UTC)He had a feeling he knew what set the kid off but wasn't going to make a big deal of it as he went to check on what Eliot was making. "Just chicken in yours right?" Hey! He was a dad before he could hack this!
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Date: 2015-01-15 03:05 am (UTC)She waits until his back is turned before slipping off the counter and sneaking along to her room.
Used to people forgetting to feed her, she pulls off a loose trim board, revealing a cereal bar (with chocolate chips, of course, liberated from the school cafeteria). Sitting on the bed, she munches away on it as if nothing's happened.
Sometimes, Eliot's not well. Sometimes she seems to make it happen, but she doesn't know how. If Eliot's not well, he'll likely forget the food, yet that doesn't happen here, so that finally registers as odd. Nate had said something about chicken? Who knows, she should've paid attention.
She doesn't call out for Nate, or Maggie, or Eliot, but instead decides it's time to go through her new prize lifted from a kid three grades above her.
Maybe Eliot's allergic to her.
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Date: 2015-01-15 03:44 am (UTC)That means his pockets are empty when he goes up to the door, his arm tight around the messenger bag with laptop and some other computer essentials. Nana always made sure to raise her kids right even if she pulled them out of an alleyway, but that doesn't mean most street kids follow Nana's rules.
Ringing the doorbell seems a little awkward and trite, but there isn't much else he can do, on that score.
"Hey, anyone home?"
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Date: 2015-01-15 06:35 am (UTC)"There's some guy at the door, sir. Looks kinda like a courier but he don't got a bike."
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Date: 2015-01-15 07:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-15 12:18 pm (UTC)Wrangle Parker? Wrangling Parker is more difficult than herding cats.
It might also be more difficult because she's now on the roof spying on the unknown adult at the door. She doesn't speak, or throw anything at him, which does cross her mind.
Instantly, she doesn't trust him, but the way he holds onto his stuff makes Parker want to know what's so special.
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Date: 2015-01-16 12:37 am (UTC)At least he didn't rig it to ring out to "Take on Me".
"Hello? Hey! Nate Ford!"
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Date: 2015-01-16 01:06 am (UTC)"Come on in Hardison." He headed for the door forgetting the apron.
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Date: 2015-01-17 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-17 02:02 am (UTC)Maggie, now Maggie's something different. She's not like Parker, or Eliot, or even Nate. She's almost normal. Parker's not sure if that's appalling, or adorable.
Parker's going to wait until the adults sit down, at which point, she's going to pop up from behind some piece of furniture, assessing the best way to get her hands on the bag the new man is holding.
Nana's rules are irrelevant here.
what if i reintroduced moreau to the happy(?) fam? (it doesn't have to be)
Date: 2015-01-17 02:18 am (UTC)When he steps in, he's immediately looking around for exits, but otherwise he heads straight towards Nate. His face widens into a grin for half a moment at the apron, before it goes back to a much more sober expression
"So, uh, Nate. I know I'm not exactly your favorite person, but..." He sort of collapses in a chair, and one hand loosen from where he is gripping onto his laptop for dear life. "I think I really screwed up, Nate."
He doesn't know how he'd managed to piggy-back on this signal, but in his general recordings, he'd managed to pick up something... horrible. And incriminating. If the videoclip itself hadn't made him sick, the amount of trouble about to fall in his head will.
Still, he's good at spoofing signals, and passports, and unless you were a certified genius, you would be confident that Alec Hardison had definitely left the country for Sao Paolo three days ago, under an alias.
*grabby hands*
Date: 2015-01-17 05:06 am (UTC)"If he don't like ya, why're ya here? Why not go somewhere else?"
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Date: 2015-01-17 12:41 pm (UTC)He had a feeling the kids shouldn't see whatever Hardison had found. "What kind of trouble this time Hardison?" He didn't really wait for the kid to head out of the kitchen.
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Date: 2015-01-17 06:20 pm (UTC)Not realizing she's doing it, she crosses her arms like Maggie sometimes does during discussions of said not silver, but annoyingly slippery colleague.
Please note, wherever the bag is, she is suspiciously close to it.
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Date: 2015-01-20 12:12 am (UTC)He had no intention of going anywhere until the black guy left. Or at least 'til he knew for sure what the guy wanted.