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Luke's, Thursday
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geniuswithasmartphoneThe 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to wave cheerfully at him--instead of ignoring him as was right and proper--that Hardison realized that they, too, had been replaced by creepy pod people.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.
FEEL FREE TO ADD!
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.
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.
FEEL FREE TO ADD!
geniuswithasmartphoneI just...sup, Fandom. Or wherever the *BLEEP* we are, I guess. I dunno how far this broadcast's goin'--not very, is my guess--but anyone who's stuck in this place with me can prolly hear this, at least. So, first step--hey, what's up, you ain't alone. Even if your partners somehow fell through some kinda tear in reality an left you behind, there's other folks here still. Normal folks, not the creepy 'Everythin' Is Awesome' folks wanderin' around, smilin' all unsettlin' like. Don't know who's here an' who ain't, that might be a good thing to figure out.
Or...Or somethin'. I dunno. I ain't a mastermind. And the *BLEEP* I do know don't seem to be much good at figurin' out what's wrong or where my people went, so who knows what it's even good for-- *Long, shuddery breath*
( WTF Radio )
A'ight. So, to sum up what seems to be most important: A buncha us are trapped here, stuck in some kinda force field that keeps us in an' communication out. There's some other people who're in here with us, but they've all been, like, lobotomized into thinkin' it's some kinda happy funtime party--you can tell who's who by whether they're smilin' like an extra in a Soundgarden video or if they look properly distressed. Some folks with powers ain't got theirs anymore, some folks' weapons ain't workin' anymore, and some folks...some folks just vanished. I'mma be at Luke's today, tryna figure...somethin out. Anythin'. Feel free to stop by with whatever info you got, see if we can't figure what's what an' how to fix it.
Or...Or somethin'. I dunno. I ain't a mastermind. And the *BLEEP* I do know don't seem to be much good at figurin' out what's wrong or where my people went, so who knows what it's even good for-- *Long, shuddery breath*
( WTF Radio )
A'ight. So, to sum up what seems to be most important: A buncha us are trapped here, stuck in some kinda force field that keeps us in an' communication out. There's some other people who're in here with us, but they've all been, like, lobotomized into thinkin' it's some kinda happy funtime party--you can tell who's who by whether they're smilin' like an extra in a Soundgarden video or if they look properly distressed. Some folks with powers ain't got theirs anymore, some folks' weapons ain't workin' anymore, and some folks...some folks just vanished. I'mma be at Luke's today, tryna figure...somethin out. Anythin'. Feel free to stop by with whatever info you got, see if we can't figure what's what an' how to fix it.
vdistinctiveThe 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!]
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!]
