Best-Laid Plans

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

John Crichton lay, snoringly unconscious on Liz Weir's bed in the now-joint room of #239/240.

Sam Carter regarded him with a grimace. This presented a problem. Jack had arranged for a party to happen in the newly-unified rooms, and John Crichton's drugged presence was not a good sign.

She was going to have to move him. And fast.

"What did Sergeant Mastoten say about the best-laid plans never surviving the first engagement with the enemy?" Sam muttered to herself.

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[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

Harry was not impressed to find the girl standing outside his door with an polite smile and a gun.

"Uh, hello? Are you looking for Archie--?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam figured she'd skip the niceties. Time was of the essence.

"Actually, I'm not. Hi, Sam Carter. I need help. You've got an Invisibility Cloak, don't you? I need to borrow it."

[swerval_zero]

(OOC: Team One's lockpick, reporting for duty.)

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

"Is this one of the things I don't want to know about that Beka Valentine was going on about?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*gurgles sleepily*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Sam said bluntly. "It is. Are you going to loan me the cloak or not?"

[swerval_zero]

(OOC: Yeah, sure thing. You want me to do it in this post, or where?)

[harried-potter.livejournal.com]

Harry figured that discretion was the better part of not getting shot by an impatient blonde who wanted his Invisibility Cloak.

"I don't want to know what you're doing with it," he said. "And you won't fit more than two people under their, either."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*drools on Elizabeth's pillows*

*sneezes on Elizabeth's pillows*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*supportive gurgle from the other side of fandomhigh*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam grinned. "Thanks. I owe you one."

And she headed back up to Liz's room.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Oh, jeeze.

*thinks that Liz is not going to be happy*

*wraps Crichton up in the Invisibility Cloak and hauls him over her shoulder in a fireman's carry*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*makes note to get entirely new bed covers*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*thinks that Liz can take them out of John's ass hide*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*wishes he could help*

[sensethevisions]

[[OOC: Let me know where you need Phoebe? I'm sick so very slow right now. ;) ]]

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*wonders if she could lift John's credit card while he's drugged to order*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*throws up on Elizabeth's shoes when Sam carries him past*

[swerval_zero]

*Dashes out of 220 down the hall to 236, where she kneels, removes a small black case from her pocket and unzips it. Removes two small objects, inserts them in the lock, and wiggles them for a moment.*

Damn.

*Replaces one of them, gets another and tries again. It takes a few minutes, but finally, click. She opens the door a few inches, removes a strip of tape from her wrist, and tapes the bolt. Puts lockpicking kit back in pocket and hurries down the hall to 240.*

Right, we can stash him in Parker's room now, come on. I'd really rather not leave it standing open any longer than I have to.

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*adds shoes to the list of what he owes her*