Corner of Godiva and Serendipity, Wednesday morning

[vdistinctive]

The air was gently sweet, like a subtle perfume. The sky was blue, folks on the street were cheerful and smiling at one another, and there was a giant freaking tower at the end of Eliot's street that hadn't been there the day before.

Eliot stood across from it with his arms crossed over his chest, Val sitting at his feet. It was definitely alien, whether from space or another dimension, he wasn't sure. It didn't look like they'd been invaded by anything other than the towers -- why would they be so obvious with those if they weren't going to come tromping out with ray-guns or whatever. Were they microscopic, maybe? That might be what the perfume was.

"What do you think?" he asked Val. She looked up at him and panted blandly. He frowned. "You feelin' okay?" She cocked her head to one side.

A passing rickshaw driver rang his bell to get Eliot's attention and waved cheerfully at him. "Fine morning, isn't it?"

Val yipped happily and wagged her tail at the driver. The passengers in the rickshaw looked over and smiled blandly.

"Yeah," Eliot said, looking between the rickshaw and his oddly behaving puppy and the tower. "Because none of this is suspicious at all."

[ooc: open to any fellow abductees!]

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[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison sauntered around the corner, hands in his pockets. "What's that smell?" he asked, with nowhere near the appropriate amount of derision or disgust for Eliot's liking, no doubt. "I like it."

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why they had to invest in a Kidnapping Calendar. This right here.

"Hey, girl. How's my girl doin'?"

[myownface]

Spaaarkle hated eeeverythiiing. As could probably be evidenced by the way he was practically singing swear words as he made his way down the street. He'd sort of crashed on a park bench last night - it wasn't like he had the money to spring for a hotel room and he didn't feel like knocking on doors after running away to the island just because he was in a snit - and when he'd woken up and gone to get his portal back to Toronto?

Yeah, no dice. And an attempt at wandering across the Causeway hadn't worked super great for him, either.

And now... whatever that thing was? Seriously?

"I fucking hate this fucking island and its fucking stupid fucking-- fuck!"

Hi, Eliot.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker was getting increasingly paranoid. She wasn't sure why, exactly. Just... people were... being so... normal. Nice.

It was probably a secret evil plan.

She wandered up to Eliot, then poked him hard.

[sharp_as_knives]

After breakfast, Hannibal and Jono had headed out to see what they could find.

Granted, most of the people of Fandom were fairly nice most of the time, but...this was definitely odd. And the overwhelming flower smell didn't help. It was actually a bit reassuring to see Eliot out and about and looking as mildly disgruntled and suspicious as usual.

"Mr. Spencer," Hannibal greeted him with a nod. He looked over the tower. "Have you discovered anything about what's happening?"