And Only One Result Has Trickled In

[Basil Benson]

The plan was simple enough: Get Basil and Gus into the men's room and leave them there, then wait for the signal. Hugo wasn't too keen on the idea of course, but he more or less had to give to his superiors wishes, which found the two cousins bouncing about in a young man's pocket , clutched gently inside that young man's hand.

Basil for his part was fairly relaxed about the whole thing. Apparently the weirdness was becoming routine.

[Victor Freud]

In one sense, Victor wasn't dressed much differently than how he normally did; slacks, a dress shirt, a tie. But it was how he wore it that was different. The white dress shirt was tucked in just a little too much, the tie a little too short, his hair combed back and cemented into place with a generous helping of pomade. With a messenger bag over one shoulder and a lanyard around his neck he looked like every bit like an awkward intern, and that was exactly what he was going for. Not just so innocuous that people wouldn't notice him, but that people would actively try not to lest he come and talk to them.

The lads in the young man's pocket couldn't see anything but they could hear what was happening around them; the sound of the city street giving way to the relative quiet of the bank's lobby. Things remained quiet, until a female voice was heard nearby asking him if he needed any help.

"Ah, yes actually." Came the reply, with some hints of some Eastern European accent. "I have meeting with Mr. Patel, but I was hoping I could freshen up first. Your washroom, it is...?"

The female voice gave him directions and, after some more time, the sound of another door closing brought with it an even more noticeable silence, apart from shoes against tiles, and stall doors being opened. A squeaky hinge, a clack, and then he spoke.

"Alright, that's the easy part done." He said, pulling his hand out of his pocket with his two passengers, crouching to gently set them on the floor of the handicap stall. To see the world at such a tiny scale was probably pretty disorienting for some first-timers, so he was trying to be as accommodating as he could.

[Basil Benson]

Basil slid carefully off Victor's hand and began to right himself. Imagine his surprise after a moment or two he became six feet tall again in the blink of an eye.

He tried to cover his startled nature by pressing out his suit with his hands. "We'll await your text.

Maybe I should go into the next stall though.... Bit weird we're both in here..." He stated, referring to Gus.

[Victor Freud]

"Whatever you think works best." Victor said, already combing his hair with his hand and swapping out one pair of glasses for another as swapping his lanyard for what looked like a handkerchief. Giving it a little shake it popped into a suit jacket with a little "foomp" sound before he put it on and moved toward the ventilation grate. It wasn't original, but it was the easiest way for him to get past security doors right now. He made quick work of the thing, opening it up just enough to pull his suddenly dwindling form inside before it snapped shut.