Trippy didn't begin to cover how that description had sounded. It had sounded crazy. And shimmering? He had no clue. Jay must have been really feeling it.

The beer had done this to that, that was one thought that danced through his thought pan. Weird mutant beer. Freaky science experiment, gone wrong. Or maybe it had been drugged and they were just imagining it all. He'd likely have an ungodly hangover in the morning.

Elliott glanced at the car, smirked, then looked to Jay.

"Either we were drugged, or we're drugged under the effects of some mutated beer." He said as he fell into step behind the man. "Either way." He started walking a little faster... Elliott turned around as he walked, so he was facing Jay from ahead of him, walking backwards at a fair pace. "More would be bad. Heh. So I'm glad to see we're walking the other way."

When had he passed the man? He hardly remembered it, but he must have. It had happened. Idly, he pulled out the hockey mask he'd stuffed in the front pocket of his hooded sweatshirt, and played with it. It was a good hockey mask. Very white. He turned it around and around in his three-fingered hands.

The mask slipped out of his fingers, as he walked along backwards. Clumsy, he was. But if it fell, it might shatter and break and that would be bad and-- suddenly, his mind was racing at the mental image of the mask breaking into 1000 pieces on the ground. And time... slowed for him. He took a step forward, and bent. Jay was still walking a little bit ahead of him. There was a gap of several feet now. When had he gotten that far ahead? He'd only been a little ahead when he'd passed. His fingers clutched and bobbled with the falling hockey mask, but it was as if it were falling in a pool of jelly. It wasn't moving properly. Yet he was fine. Not any faster than usual, but---

He caught the mask on the third bobble, before it flipped and fell the whole way. Picked it up, and took another step back to create even more space. He looked up to see if Jay had seen the whole thing, but the beer had rocketed him up to the point where time was dilating strangely. To him, a few seconds had passed, but to Jay--- Jay wasn't moving. Elliott started to freak out.

If he looked carefully, maybe things around him were creeping forward at a crawl. Barely. Oh god oh god oh god. If Jay was tripping on the LSD effect of seeing sound, what the hell. What the hell sort of beer had he drunk?! He had a sinking suspicion he knew... and he hadn't yet come down from the high.

Elliott stuffed the hockey mask hastily into his hoodie pocket, and took a calming breath. Then another. He smoothed back his antennae like they were hair. They sprang back up insolently. They wouldn't ever obey his demands. As he focused on calming his heart rate, he closed his eyes and tuned out the world.

Twitch, twitch, twitch. His antennae twitched their excitement, opposite to how he actually felt. Which was solid terror.

To Jay, it would probably seem like Elliott had blurred after appearing in front of him and talking for a bit. He'd moved ahead of him, talked, played with something from his pocket. A hockey mask? And then blurred, only to appear several feet further down the sidewalk, with his eyes closed and a horrified look on his face.

"Ohgod ohgod oh god." Elliott murmured, rocking on his heels. His arms were wrapped protectively against his chest. He was firmly out of the sudden burst of freakish speed, the hellish slowdown, but he didn't know.

Jay really didn't notice too much; he was hearing Elliot's words, and processing them--and seeing them, but he was also taking in the world around him. "Whatever it was....this is ****ing insane," he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment as he tried to get his bearings. Everything that made sound radiated with this psychedelic aura of multicolored weirdness.

Though Elliot's shimmering...it seemed to have something to do with the effect the beer had on him, but Jay was having trouble keeping up with his own mess at the moment. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, his keen hearing picked up something in the distance that sounded like a woman screaming, but not only that, his eyes were drawn to an area in the distance that just seem to pulse with technicolor, and it ended as soon as the scream did, and yet...it seemed to leave a trail, almost like his birth-given mutation and this weird-ass beer were working together. And suddenly, the man who claimed to be no one's hero sprang into action.

"Somebody screamed; there's a woman in trouble," his head snapped to Elliot who was behind--no--in front of him? Ugh. There was no time for this. His hand gripping the bass case even tighter, he took off in a run towards the source. "This way!" His running was awkward because of the large instrument he was carrying, but he could still get going pretty fast.

It was too intense. Overwhelming. He'd been overwhelmed. Hadn't noticed. Who would notice? How was such a thing even possible--? The drink. Most defi Italy the drink. Or a horror show. He was swearing, sweating bullets, fully aware he was lucky he wasn't doing so in the literal sense.

He needed help. Needed to know he was out of it. Out of the corrupt slowdown of the beer. His focus had turned so far onwards that it was hard for him to notice anything else. It seemed Jay was the same. He hadn't noticed. He was focused on his own problems. Elliott was focused freaking out, and his only support was-- what even was he doing?

"Somebody screamed," jay said. "There's a woman in trouble."

They were both in trouble. Everyone was in trouble. But had his words come out at a normal speed? That was enough to make the green alien man pause, and reevaluate. He didn't look up, but the rocking slowed. When he finally arrested the motion and looked up, the mutant who had just been exposed to a traumatizing amount of world-slowing beer-induced super speed was firmly lagging behind the guy with the bass. With how awkwardly Jay was running, Elliott idly hoped he wouldn't drop it.

He was at normal speeds now. He let out a steadying breath. That had been fsking terrifying. What had Jay said? Something about a woman? Danger? Then he'd rushed off like that old TV show dog to rescue said woman from a well. Well, okay then. Elliott supposed they were playing hero now. Casually, he dug out the hockey mask and fastened it to his face. Then, he leaped into action. Literally. He started sprinting and jumpin down the street to catch up.

Hopefully, he could keep the beer's power turned down. Or else it was going to have to come back up. And then he'd need to brush his teeth.