[OTA, Multiple Threads] Wandering the Barracks
When Tommmy awoke (definitely, totally not a virgin), he was fully clothed and lying on something hard. Ow. Talk about a cheap mattress. Tommy made a mental note to talk to Dr. Albright about that. How was he supposed to pleasure her niece on a mattress like this? The fact that he did was clearly a small miracle, a testament to his skill.
Yup, he was a natural. Grinning with complete satisfaction at a job well done, Tommy decided to rouse his partner with some pillow talk. "Sooo... Vanessa." He turned his head to the side and opened his eyes to greet the nice, sexy...
Rock.
What?
Sitting up, Tommy rubbed the back of his head, flicking away some grass that had stuck to his hair. Where the hell was he? Some kind of... creepy, colonial re-enactment village? Was this an amusement park?
It had to be. Any second now, a guy in an anthropomorphic rodent suit was going to pop out at him, waving his arms enthusiastically, trying to fill Tommy with pep and excitement. Well, he wasn't going to take that, no way.
"Hey... Dick?" he called out, looking around his new surroundings. "Sally?" He paused, and when there was no response, forced out an unenthused: "Harry." Desperate times.
Tommy groaned with exasperation and rubbed his forehead, thinking. Okay, so he was still on Earth, that much was certain. The architecture had that unique... Earth mediocrity that he hadn't witnessed on any other planet before-- especially not the Home Planet, that was for sure. And the sky was so blue, and the ground, all... green. Totally an Earth color scheme.
Great! So he'd narrowed down the planet. Progress. Now to look for some more clues. Tommy grimaced and dug his hands into his pockets. In one, there was a weird, compass-shaped... thing. He turned it over in his hands, inspecting, then opened it. Okay, a communicator. Slightly more advanced than anything he'd seen on Earth, but operating it would be child's play. He could probably rewire it to get a signal to the closest satellite, triangulate it, and... Yeah. Right. With what? He didn't even have anything to get the stupid thing open, and he sure as hell wasn't going to use that rock to bash open the only piece of tech he had on him.
Glumly, he shoved the device back into his pocket, then felt around to see if he'd woken up with anything else. Nope, just his wallet. He slipped it out and took a look at it, curious to see if his kidnappers had taken anything.
Nope. Twenty dollar bill: intact. School ID? Check. Condom? Still there. Awesome, they didn't swipe anything--
Wait.
WHAT?
He plucked the offending prophylactic from his wallet, staring at it with mounting horror. If this was still here, then he didn't... He'd never...
Gulping, he bit back a manly sob. Not only had he been abducted, no... Tommy Solomon was still a virgin.
Yup, he was a natural. Grinning with complete satisfaction at a job well done, Tommy decided to rouse his partner with some pillow talk. "Sooo... Vanessa." He turned his head to the side and opened his eyes to greet the nice, sexy...
Rock.
What?
Sitting up, Tommy rubbed the back of his head, flicking away some grass that had stuck to his hair. Where the hell was he? Some kind of... creepy, colonial re-enactment village? Was this an amusement park?
It had to be. Any second now, a guy in an anthropomorphic rodent suit was going to pop out at him, waving his arms enthusiastically, trying to fill Tommy with pep and excitement. Well, he wasn't going to take that, no way.
"Hey... Dick?" he called out, looking around his new surroundings. "Sally?" He paused, and when there was no response, forced out an unenthused: "Harry." Desperate times.
Tommy groaned with exasperation and rubbed his forehead, thinking. Okay, so he was still on Earth, that much was certain. The architecture had that unique... Earth mediocrity that he hadn't witnessed on any other planet before-- especially not the Home Planet, that was for sure. And the sky was so blue, and the ground, all... green. Totally an Earth color scheme.
Great! So he'd narrowed down the planet. Progress. Now to look for some more clues. Tommy grimaced and dug his hands into his pockets. In one, there was a weird, compass-shaped... thing. He turned it over in his hands, inspecting, then opened it. Okay, a communicator. Slightly more advanced than anything he'd seen on Earth, but operating it would be child's play. He could probably rewire it to get a signal to the closest satellite, triangulate it, and... Yeah. Right. With what? He didn't even have anything to get the stupid thing open, and he sure as hell wasn't going to use that rock to bash open the only piece of tech he had on him.
Glumly, he shoved the device back into his pocket, then felt around to see if he'd woken up with anything else. Nope, just his wallet. He slipped it out and took a look at it, curious to see if his kidnappers had taken anything.
Nope. Twenty dollar bill: intact. School ID? Check. Condom? Still there. Awesome, they didn't swipe anything--
Wait.
WHAT?
He plucked the offending prophylactic from his wallet, staring at it with mounting horror. If this was still here, then he didn't... He'd never...
Gulping, he bit back a manly sob. Not only had he been abducted, no... Tommy Solomon was still a virgin.