Who? Elliot Hoo and open! What? Elliot's arrival Where? Diner When? Late afternoon Rating? PG. Unless dancing shoes are scary.
For once in his life Elliot genuinely wished it was his shoes fault. But it wasn't, and he was left wandering around aimlessly in what appeared to be Kansas.
Surprisingly, he wasn't that scared. He figured if a pair of magic shoes was found in his wall, lead him to be a superhero, go to a secret academy where everyone else learned to harness their Ra, go to a club in a rare attempt to pick up chicks only to be foiled by sirens who tried to drown him from the inside....
Well. If all that happened to him in three short months, why was working in a library at one time and then finding himself in a park another such a bad thing?
He shrugged slightly, more to himself than anything, and it didn't take him long to figure out where he was--actually, all it took was a look on his cellphone and the handy capabilities of his GPS. The next logical step was to find a place he could sit, wait, and figure out what to do. He found a diner nearby and gladly slipped into a booth, thanking whatever higher power that may or may not exist that he wasn't in his uniform. Sure, his normal blue button down longsleeved shirt and khakis looked like a uniform in and of themselves, but at least Elliot was comfortable in them.
And the X7's hadn't done anything. He breathed a silent sigh of relief when the shoes hadn't acted up, because honestly, the last thing he wanted to do was bust a move in the middle of Lawrence, Kansas. Not while he didn't know how he got here.
His coffee arrived and he took his fedora off, feeling as tired as he looked. He'd tried sending texts to the Fanboyz, and one to Sp3cimen, but to no avail. He was stuck here, it looked like. Maybe it was some ploy the Uprising had?
But if it was the Uprising, no doubt they would have taken his shoes... This was just too damn confusing.