October 31st, 2015

over the shoulder-face

Loft above Luke's, Friday evening

"Well, the good news is, the freezer downstairs is still runnin'." Eliot shoved his hair off his face, still soggy from his trek over. He hadn't seen rain like that since -- well at least since they'd left Portland.
"So we don't have to worry about trying to get rid of a literal ton of spoiled turkey. Or angry polar bears. The bad news is it's a damn fusion reactor and it doesn't have any outlets on it that I could find, so we can't use it to power Hardison's toys." He shrugged and looked around the exceedingly dark loft, eerily lit only by the happily crackling fire in the magical fireplace and not by the dozens of monitors and screens that usually bathed the place in soft blue. "We can either camp out here, or truck it over to my place, which at least has more windows."

But would require going back out in the rain. Which was fine with Eliot, since he couldn't actually get any wetter, but probably wasn't going to be on Hardison's agenda any time soon.

[ooc: for the residents of the loft and the slowest of slowplays. Yay blackout!]