Who: Eliot Waugh Spencer and open to Margo Hanson and Quentin Coldwater What: Someone woke up different Where: Their house When: Thursday (backdated) Warnings: possible references to violence Status: closed/in progress
It wasn't unheard of for Eliot to wake up in an unfamiliar place though since the team set up shop in New Orleans, it was less common. What didn't make sense was the opulence of the room. Satin sheets and tasteful artwork were not his aesthetic by any stretch. When he opened the closet and found racks of clothes he wouldn't be caught dead wearing, he knew that something was seriously wrong. Missing his earbud, he tried to message any of the Leverage folks using the phone he found next to the bed with no luck. The lock screen was a picture of a young man wearing clothes that looked like the ones in the closet with his arm around a petite brunette.
He managed to find a pair of jeans that he could just barely button and a t-shirt that was unadorned though very tight fighting and went to figure out where the hell he was and how he got there. If Hardison and Parker were playing some kind of prank, there would be hell to pay.
The entire house was full of decor that none of his team would choose and the kitchen was seriously lacking in appropriate cookware. Eliot wasn't sure what his next move should be, so he opened the fridge to see if there was anything he could make for breakfast.