1. [Eliot had just closed his eyes. He had done his rounds, checked in on Parker and Hardison (Parker is somewhere in the city with a lot of wind interference on the comms, Hardison's playing on his computer with his internet friends), and finally got settled in the guest room for his 90 minutes.
Then he's yelling in fear and surprise as he falls through the air. He's had dreams like this before but he's usually wearing a parachute, or a harness. And there's usually familiar voices screaming in his ear.
It's only once he's caught by-- something-- that he realizes he's not dreaming at all.
There's people screaming. People falling from the sky. Monsters running around. It's like something out of Hardison's stupid games. Speaking of--]
Hardison? Parker? [He looks around frantically. What the hell is going on?]
2. [After long hours of protecting people from whatever those things were, Eliot's absolutely exhausted. He sees whoever's in charge (an organization he doesn't recognize) herding up people like him; the ones who came free-falling out of the sky; and decides to cut and run before they catch him. He needs to figure out where he is, what's going on, and where his people are. Not necessarily in that order.
It's easy to melt into the chaos. His dirty and torn flannel gets switched out for a hoodie from an unmanned bodega. He grabs a cap while he's at it. Starts dodging security cameras and cellphones.
There's a rendezvous for unfamiliar cities. Ones were they don't have established backup plans. It's dependent on a bunch of things, the first letter of the city name, the month, and the day of week, but he ends up about ten blocks Northwest of city hall in the shittiest dive bar he's been to in a while.
He orders takes a seat at the counter and orders the cheapest beer they have. Now there's nothing to do but wait and see if his team will show.]
Eliot Spencer | Leverage
Then he's yelling in fear and surprise as he falls through the air. He's had dreams like this before but he's usually wearing a parachute, or a harness. And there's usually familiar voices screaming in his ear.
It's only once he's caught by-- something-- that he realizes he's not dreaming at all.
There's people screaming. People falling from the sky. Monsters running around. It's like something out of Hardison's stupid games. Speaking of--]
Hardison? Parker? [He looks around frantically. What the hell is going on?]
2. [After long hours of protecting people from whatever those things were, Eliot's absolutely exhausted. He sees whoever's in charge (an organization he doesn't recognize) herding up people like him; the ones who came free-falling out of the sky; and decides to cut and run before they catch him. He needs to figure out where he is, what's going on, and where his people are. Not necessarily in that order.
It's easy to melt into the chaos. His dirty and torn flannel gets switched out for a hoodie from an unmanned bodega. He grabs a cap while he's at it. Starts dodging security cameras and cellphones.
There's a rendezvous for unfamiliar cities. Ones were they don't have established backup plans. It's dependent on a bunch of things, the first letter of the city name, the month, and the day of week, but he ends up about ten blocks Northwest of city hall in the shittiest dive bar he's been to in a while.
He orders takes a seat at the counter and orders the cheapest beer they have. Now there's nothing to do but wait and see if his team will show.]