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]

"I'm pretty sure it ain't gonna be like that, babe," Hardison soothed, petting her hair. "Right now it's just an information bubble, not a physical one."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker got her breath back, then grumbled and leaned in closer to Hardison. "The patterns of the world area all off. They're too... nice."

Clean. Balanced. Symmetrical. It was deeply deeply weird.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Right? I mean, Fandom ain't Boston, so it ain't like we normally have people cussin' us out on the street anymore, but damn, most people here usually showed emotions or somethin'! Here, it's like all the lights are on, but ain't no one home."