Neil Edward Bernhart (neilbernhart) wrote in the_quarantined, @ 2010-02-02 14:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie rogers, innes calder, neil bernhart, rory teague, spider signor |
Who: Innes, Neil, Rory, & Spider (With Charlie later, whenever she arrives.)
What: Adorning snorkels and flippy floppies.
Where: Nice and close to water
When: Morning
Rating: PG-13, since they all talk like shy little virgins.
Status: In-progress
Neil and Spider had been out, staring at this particular stretch of waterfront, three times now. The lightbulb of genius had appeared over Spider's head, and despite thinking it had originally been a joke, the thought had quickly spiraled until it made perfect sense. Granted, he wasn't on his knees, kissing solid ground goodbye and temporarily reinstating his religious beliefs just to give God a quick 'Thanks, Dude,' but it was a solution. After dragging Charlie into the plan, and actually selling her on it even though the woman had practically murdered him before he gave her a traveling mug of hot coffee, it just made that much more sense.
Plus, as Spider had mentioned, he could so rock a pirate hat.
So now, with the hope that scouting for this particular project could be finished and maps could go back to being Neil's first and most passionate love, he and Spider were showing things off to Rory and Innes. A note had been left, but they'd caught the pair on the way out, dragged them where they needed them to be. Things were never this easy in the Queens house, so Neil was determined to believe it was a fucking sign. Like their idea was so damn good, nothing could interfere. Except Charlie, who had refused to wake up, but she'd join them later. Neil had left another note of her face to guarantee as much.
He also hadn't had any coffee that morning, so his brainparts were a little reluctant to spin properly. Maybe that explained the sign business. Whatever.
"So...this is it. Way better than a fucking moat. Moats freeze."