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The street just outside the radio station was quiet, for the time of day. Some empty-faced people were milling around, a cartoon dog was sniffing at the grass, and a rickshaw stood by the side of the road. Quietly, all of them silent, as if they were waiting for something else to switch them on.

There was silence and rain.

There was a sudden blur of motion and dust.

There was silence again.

Edward blinked. He looked down from the balcony he had suddenly found himself seated on, at the ground, where his feet had left tracks in the mud so thin they were practically invisible.

"Well," he said, "That is certainly different."

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"Of course! Of-bloody-course!"

Jonothon was... well, to say he was angry was probably a severe understatement. He was outside, yelling at... mostly at the simulation flamingos that had camped out on Hannibal's perfectly manicured simulation lawn. There was a simulation of Joni in his pocket, which was normal except for the 'simulation' part, and he was letting off steam by kicking that simulation tree a few times before jogging a lap of the lawn and starting the process all over.

Because of course none of this was real. Of course his face wasn't real, of course this world wasn't real and they were all trapped in some manner of bloody mindfuck by some sort of pretentious nit for god bloody only knew what reasons, and there was probably a saner, calmer way to get the hell out of this mess, but the danger they were in wasn't immediate so much as infuriating thus far, and Jono was not a big fan of mindfucks or having his body altered against his will as he slept at night, and he'd wind down and start being functional sooner or later, but right now...?

Right now, he was going to do another circuit of the lawn, where he'd been pacing a trench since Zinyak's announcement that morning, and he was going to kick that tree one more time for good measure. He didn't like the way it had been looking at him. And kicking a rickshaw driver dressed as a hot dog hardly seemed sporting.

...Then again, it probably would have been satisfying, at least.

In his pocket, simulation-Joni mostly just peered out curiously and meowed from time to time.

[OOC: Open! Grumpy Jono is grumpy.]

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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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