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!]

Comments

[myownface]

"... True. Maybe I'll see what happens if I put a few windows out or something at one of the businesses where there are pod-people working. They have to respond to something, right?"

And Sparkle really liked breaking windows. It worked out!

[vdistinctive]

Eliot huffed a laugh. "You just like petty vandalism, don't you."

There was very little judgement in his tone.

[myownface]

"There's also that," Sparkle agreed. "But, you know. Pod people. They're kind of asking for it."

For being all creepy and pleasant and... ugh.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot nodded. "By all means, then." He looked around at the various people that tended to be out and about on the street in Fandom, the ones who never really did much more than work in the restaurants or wave hello. The ones he recognized, but didn't know the names of. The background people.

There were kind of a lot of them, weren't there.

"Bring back up with you."

[myownface]

More than Sparkle was used to on the island. Less than he would have expected in, like, Toronto. So he hadn't really been able to put a finger on what was off until Eliot took that moment to look around.

... Huh.

"Yeah," he agreed, pursing his lips. "Good idea. I'll... I'll maybe see if any of the usual suspects are up for a little bit of raising hell before I do anything too stupid."

[vdistinctive]

Eliot nodded. "Sounds like a plan. I'll keep an ear out on the radio for how you make out."

[myownface]

"Cool," Sparkle replied, grinning briefly, but a bit sharply. "I'll let you know what happens if I run into you again before whatever the hell this is all blows up in our faces."

Because, really, it was only a matter of time before it all blew up in their faces.

[vdistinctive]

It really, really was.

Eliot offered Sparkle a small salute. "Go forth and wreak havok, kid."

And maybe he'd wreak a little of his own, too.

[myownface]

"Will do," Sparkle replied, smirking and shooting Eliot a salute right back. "Might as well have fun if I'm stuck here, after all."

And then he was cackling and heading off to find, like, a rock or something to put through a window somewhere. Because that was a healthy way of coping with Fandom's bullshit, right there.