There is nothing cooler than sitting back with a good comic book and some cream soda in my Pete-cave. I know you don't believe me, but you have never seen the Pete-cave.

(Pete's RP blog for Warehouse 13)

 

OOC: Out of town

OOC: Going to be out of town a couple of nights, will try to sign in but it may be sporadic.

Pete Lattimer: *Pete Decides to Text Claudia*

mrknockknock:

plattimerrp:

*Texts*

“Cool.  What are you doing?  I’m at the Warehouse.  Let me know what aisle you’re in and I’ll meet you there.”

*Texts*

“Right…uh I’m not exactly at the Warehouse. Or B&B. Or Univille.”

Pete frowned when he read the message.  That didn’t make sense, he thought.  But, then, he hadn’t seen Claudia in days.  He thought back to their last conversation.  It was the day she had tried to improve his razor.  

He let out a sigh and realized he’d been a bad friend, especially after finding out from Leena how down she’d been.  He decided to try to cheer her up and dialed the phone.

*Dials Claudia and waits for her to answer*

Pete Lattimer: *Pete Decides to Text Claudia*

mrknockknock:

plattimerrp:

Pete flipped through the channels and found nothing that could distract him. He felt too humiliated to sit at the B&B. Facing Myka, Leena, and H.G. was the last thing he wanted to do. He could almost see the grins and hear the jokes. He cringed at the thought. He wanted to do something, anything,…


Yes was the first word that popped into Claudia’s mind as she read the text. But she knew Pete’s night hadn’t quite gone exactly as planned either. He could probably use a quick light-hearted chat. Though she might not be the best person for that right now…

*Texts*

Uh, sorta. It looks like I might have some time to kill though.

*Texts*

"Cool.  What are you doing?  I’m at the Warehouse.  Let me know what aisle you’re in and I’ll meet you there."

*Pete Decides to Text Claudia*

Pete flipped through the channels and found nothing that could distract him.  He felt too humiliated to sit at the B&B.  Facing Myka, Leena, and H.G. was the last thing he wanted to do.  He could almost see the grins and hear the jokes.  He cringed at the thought.  He wanted to do something, anything, that would make him feel less embarrassed and he could think of only one person with whom he always had a care-free time.  Claudia.

He picked up his phone and decided to call, but thought better of it in case she heard about the events at the club.  He decided to text her, instead.  Maybe she was here at the Warehouse doing inventory and he could help.

*texts Claudia*

"Hey, Claudia, it’s Pete.  You busy?"

Pete sat in his recliner in the bowels of the Warehouse away from anyone who might try to tease him.  He retreated to the Pete-Cave after his humiliating evening and all he wanted to now was watch boxing, football, or any kind of sport.  Anything.

Hell, I’d even go for an episode of The Three Stooges right now.  

All he wanted was to relax and think nothing of the fiasco in Sioux Falls.

Leena: As Leena sat in the back of the car next to Pete, who was still...

aurasexual:

plattimerrp:

*sits up in the back seat*

Did I… actually… sing?

Yep. You can hold quite the tune. 

*groans*

You know.  You guys are good friends to have come out here to help me.  I mean that.  

*reaches over and gives H.G. and Myka a pat on their shoulders and looks into the mirror at Leena catching her eye*

Really.  I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Leena: As Leena sat in the back of the car next to Pete, who was still...

aurasexual:

As Leena sat in the back of the car next to Pete, who was still mumbling “This totally didn’t happen, you guys. It didn’t happen.” she thought about what she had done.

She made out with a complete stranger. She had basically just decided to run away from the Warehouse, Univille…her own inn….

*sits up in the back seat*

Did I… actually… sing?

A Tinkerer of Sorts: plattimerrp: Pete grabbed the moist toilette from H.G. and scrubbed...

wells-hg:

*grins evilly* Of course it did. And you do know a report is going to have to be filed. I’ll be sure to make sure every detail is accurate.


You are an evil, evil woman.

(Source: plattimerrp)

Pete grabbed the moist toilette from H.G. and scrubbed furiously at his face.  He took the bag of clothing she brought him and jumped in the back seat to change.  When he was finally looking more like himself he collapsed in the back seat with his hands over his face.  Leena stood near the car talking on her cell and H.G. waited for her in the passenger seat.  Myka was nowhere to be seen.

We are never speaking about this.  Ever.  Okay?

He shook his head and then remembered the large man who tried to kiss him.

Oh God…. tell me that didn’t happen?

wells-hg:

plattimerrp:

*tries following H.G. but falls further and further behind as he takes awkward steps in his heels*

Don’t leave me!

*rips off the high-heeled boots and starts running after H.G.*

*looks over her shoulder and laughs* Tsk, no dawdling now.

*makes it outside and runs to the car where he sticks his face in the side-mirror and rips off the wig and runs his hands along his face trying to rub off the makeup*

Get it off get it off get it offffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!

*when he looks up and sees H.G. his face is a complete smear of cosmetics and his eyes, as big as saucers, stare out helplessly*