So how illegal is kidnapping, exactly?
Oct. 26th, 2006 10:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reynardoLast year, one of my work collegues and I discovered we'd known each other about 9 years ago, before I met ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lederhosen, when we both used to hang out at a Laser Tag place. This year, Luke and I become quite good friends; we discovered a mutual love of "Munchkin"; and he's been indoctrinated into the evil that is "Settlers of Catan". lederhosen invited him to join the Aramia D&D campaign, and then we discovered that sarin_girl and Luke knew each other even before I met him, when they had mutual friends at High School (which incidentally is da_norvegicus's school, so those two have been swapping teacher-tales as well).
Luke's been looking for a new flat. His current situation is a 'Dude Ranch' with four guys, a home network permanently hooked into WoW, four motorcycles out the front and a kitchen table stacked high with empty pizza boxes, situated next to a construction site where the sandstone-cutting-pile-drivers start at 7am. When one is a shift worker, this is not ideal, so I've been giving him a hand looking on the two mornings that units are advertised and open for inspection. Last week he was ill with a flu bug of some sort, so I knew his energy levels were quite down, but yesterday morning he was having greater-than-usual difficulty getting up. Yeah, I know, we're all night-owls and mornings don't exist for us.
Anyway, a quick trip down to the newsagent for the local paper and a fast search for inspection times revealed that nothing was open until the short space between lunch and heading-to-work time, so we headed back to his place tohang out on the network and play silly games chat for a while - except that Luke felt quite off and decided to crash out on the couch. Not too long after, he was alternating between dozing on the couch and heading for the bathroom, and it didn't take a registered doctor to tell he wouldn't be heading for work.
By this time, I was feeling quite guilty, as I'd brought the fruit salad for breakfast which we had both had, and I was just over a nasty bout of food poisoning from Monday. But I wasn't feeling any ill effects myself from breakfast, while Luke was obviously in the grip of a grippe. Alas, work time came up, so I ensured he had a supply of fruit juice and chicken soup, and headed for work myself. A few scant-but-incredibly-busy hours later, a rather pathetic message came through - could I take him to the local medical centre after work? So once I'd done my share of beating the queue down to normal, I headed back to get him.
Luke was snoozing, but made it out and up the stairs to the car and down the road to the (luckily-close) late-night medical centre, where fortunately there were very few people waiting. I settled in near the television with my knitting, and he headed in with the rather stern-looking doctor. It wasn't until he came out about 10 minutes later that I realised how incredibly pale he'd become, and how much he was sweating. Apparently, while he'd been in the doctor's rooms, he'd fainted.
This scared the hell out of me. Those readers who know me know I have an incredibly over-developed Mothering gland, that can kick into high-level nuturing at the slightest provocation. I know how utterly miserable it is being sick when you live by yourself, and a share-accommodation situation is often not much better. So I told Luke that I was stealing him to come home to our place for a couple of days, to give his body a chance to recover and let him get back on his feet.
By the time we drove back to his place (about 10 minutes away), he was nauseated and barely made it out of the car, so I left him up at the road while I headed down to the unit (it's built on the side of a steep hill and down a long flight of stairs) and grabbed enough clothes and stuff for him for a couple of days. I also informed his housemates that I was kidnapping the lad, and that if they didn't cough up huge sums of cash in small, unmarked bills, I'd return him too. More importantly, I left them our home phone number and let them know what was happening. Luke still wasn't well upstairs, so I also grabbed an old icecream container just-in-case (and a bloody good thing I did too).
So now there's a sick lad installed in the spare room, hopefully getting a bit more sleep than he does at home and slightly better food (when he's up to it). I'll be dragging him to our local doctor in an hour or so (because the one he went to last night only gave him a certificate for yesterday - bastard) and then heading off to work to explain to his supervisor why he's not in.lederhosen has been very patient and helpful and supportive during all of this, helping set up the spare room and being very sweet.
And yes, I'm mothering the lad.
lederhosen, when we both used to hang out at a Laser Tag place. This year, Luke and I become quite good friends; we discovered a mutual love of "Munchkin"; and he's been indoctrinated into the evil that is "Settlers of Catan". lederhosen invited him to join the Aramia D&D campaign, and then we discovered that sarin_girl and Luke knew each other even before I met him, when they had mutual friends at High School (which incidentally is da_norvegicus's school, so those two have been swapping teacher-tales as well).Luke's been looking for a new flat. His current situation is a 'Dude Ranch' with four guys, a home network permanently hooked into WoW, four motorcycles out the front and a kitchen table stacked high with empty pizza boxes, situated next to a construction site where the sandstone-cutting-pile-drivers start at 7am. When one is a shift worker, this is not ideal, so I've been giving him a hand looking on the two mornings that units are advertised and open for inspection. Last week he was ill with a flu bug of some sort, so I knew his energy levels were quite down, but yesterday morning he was having greater-than-usual difficulty getting up. Yeah, I know, we're all night-owls and mornings don't exist for us.
Anyway, a quick trip down to the newsagent for the local paper and a fast search for inspection times revealed that nothing was open until the short space between lunch and heading-to-work time, so we headed back to his place to
By this time, I was feeling quite guilty, as I'd brought the fruit salad for breakfast which we had both had, and I was just over a nasty bout of food poisoning from Monday. But I wasn't feeling any ill effects myself from breakfast, while Luke was obviously in the grip of a grippe. Alas, work time came up, so I ensured he had a supply of fruit juice and chicken soup, and headed for work myself. A few scant-but-incredibly-busy hours later, a rather pathetic message came through - could I take him to the local medical centre after work? So once I'd done my share of beating the queue down to normal, I headed back to get him.
Luke was snoozing, but made it out and up the stairs to the car and down the road to the (luckily-close) late-night medical centre, where fortunately there were very few people waiting. I settled in near the television with my knitting, and he headed in with the rather stern-looking doctor. It wasn't until he came out about 10 minutes later that I realised how incredibly pale he'd become, and how much he was sweating. Apparently, while he'd been in the doctor's rooms, he'd fainted.
This scared the hell out of me. Those readers who know me know I have an incredibly over-developed Mothering gland, that can kick into high-level nuturing at the slightest provocation. I know how utterly miserable it is being sick when you live by yourself, and a share-accommodation situation is often not much better. So I told Luke that I was stealing him to come home to our place for a couple of days, to give his body a chance to recover and let him get back on his feet.
By the time we drove back to his place (about 10 minutes away), he was nauseated and barely made it out of the car, so I left him up at the road while I headed down to the unit (it's built on the side of a steep hill and down a long flight of stairs) and grabbed enough clothes and stuff for him for a couple of days. I also informed his housemates that I was kidnapping the lad, and that if they didn't cough up huge sums of cash in small, unmarked bills, I'd return him too. More importantly, I left them our home phone number and let them know what was happening. Luke still wasn't well upstairs, so I also grabbed an old icecream container just-in-case (and a bloody good thing I did too).
So now there's a sick lad installed in the spare room, hopefully getting a bit more sleep than he does at home and slightly better food (when he's up to it). I'll be dragging him to our local doctor in an hour or so (because the one he went to last night only gave him a certificate for yesterday - bastard) and then heading off to work to explain to his supervisor why he's not in.
lederhosen has been very patient and helpful and supportive during all of this, helping set up the spare room and being very sweet. And yes, I'm mothering the lad.
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Date: 2006-10-26 12:50 am (UTC)but luckily he has you to look after him :)
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Date: 2006-10-26 02:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-26 02:48 am (UTC)Hmm... stick out your tongue... that's disgusting, put it away. Say 'aarrgghh'... you have a lovely counter-tenor voice. Does it hurt when you do this? Well then, don't do it. I recommend 2 mugs of Reynardo's 'morning-after' black coffee, 2 sugars... no, not for you... for me. You need plenty of bedrest, so I suggest locking the door. If you need something to make you feel better, take a look at this photo of my nurse - she always makes me feel better.
The Doctor is OUT...
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Date: 2006-10-26 02:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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