Luke's, Thursday

[geniuswithasmartphone]

The staff's new look momentarily distracted Hardison from noticing their vacant smiles--for a second, he'd almost thought it was normal Fandom weirdness that had them dressing up like hot dogs. It wasn't until the Cook looked up from the stove to wave cheerfully at him--instead of ignoring him as was right and proper--that Hardison realized that they, too, had been replaced by creepy pod people.

Snarling at them to stay in the kitchen unless specifically needed to do their jobs, Hardison walked over to the Specials board and erased it. There were a lot more important information to be kept track of than the food on-order today (flapjacks, flapjacks and more flapjacks, in case anyone cared). When he was done noting everything he could think of on the board, he kept it propped up in the window to attract attention. Maybe with more info than what they had, they could figure something out.

That done, Hardison set up at a booth with several laptops, trying to figure out how they were keeping communications down and seeing if there was anything he could break. He was in the mood to cause a lot of trouble today.

TODAY'S SPECIALS
flapjacks!

People w/out Powers:
*Atton
*Jono
*Bo?
*Raven

People w/out Weapons:
*Cara
*Zoe

Missing People:
*Eliot
*Parker
*Surreal?
*Cosima

Other Weird Stuff
*Pets missing and/or wrong
*Most PEOPLE wrong (LOOK AT LUKE'S STAFF)
*Force field
*No communication from outside island
*Anyone's phone working?
*Jono healed(?)
*Creepy towers

YO! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS PART!
According to a chat I had with someone named Kinzie, we're actually in some kind of Fandom sim, a lot like the Danger Shop, only up on some weird alien spaceship. As an FYI.

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[boneyard_girl]

"So, what, we don't actually need to eat or sleep, we just think we do because we're pretend?" Ada said, trying to reason it out.

She looked down at her hands, which didn't have any webbing, and resisted looking at her feet. "Is that why I look different?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Probably," Hardison said, answering both questions at once. "Though it might be easier if you did sleep an' eat, just because the mental fatigue of fightin' against what you're used to doin'." He paused and added, "Most of the folks that look different normally have some kinda powers or somethin' that aren't available in the sim. No one I talked to seems to still have any powers they normally do."

[boneyard_girl]

Ada shook her head. "I don't have any powers," she said wryly. Memory loss so wasn't a power in her book, and neither was breathing under water, since it came with the aforementioned memory loss. "I'm just missing a a scar or two."

It was nicer than calling it a hereditary condition.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Then I'm not sure why anythin' about you would be changed," Hardison said. "I'm still siftin' through piles of data that got sent to me. Just missin' scars an' nothin' else?"

Dang it, Ada, you're messing with his data.

[boneyard_girl]

"Well, these ain't my clothes, and I haven't exactly tested to see if I got the same allergies or anything, because I didn't realize this wasn't the real world," Ada said defensively, folding her arms. "And I ain't exactly wanting to try eating a huge hank of meat to find out."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Hey, hey, naw, it's cool," Hardison said, holding up his hands to show he meant no harm. "Your instincts are pretty good--the important thing is keepin' yourself safe. I'm just tryna get as much information as I can to figure our some kinda pattern to all this."

He eyed her dubiously. She looked thin and he judged that she could use a few more meals. Even fake ones. "You hungry?"

[boneyard_girl]

"Depends," she said, still wary. "There real-not-real vegetables and stuff around here, or just alien-food possibly made out of people?"

It was a legit concern!

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Pretty sure it's all real-not-real vegetables," Hardison said. "The sim is meant to mimic our surroundings in Fandom, keep us docile. It wouldn't make sense to have us eatin' folks."

At least not knowingly and inside the sim. What the aliens were feeding their bodies was another story entirely.

"I could make you a sandwich? Won't let the creepy staff even touch it."