Chief Comes to Teach
Who: Master Chief and any other teacher
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Quad, Faculty Dorms
What: Master Chief finds himself teleported to the university, without armor, and seriously lacking in comfort.
Rating: PG
John-117 blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the brilliant light of sunlight. He felt awkward. Naked? He glanced down to find his armor missing. He was instantly on high alert and felt almost defenseless. However, he was trained without the MJOLNIR armor and he could revert back to old ways. There was nothing to worry about.
Quickly scanning his surroundings, John found the landscape somewhat pleasing to the eye. A tree or two placed here and there, a few benches, and concrete sidewalks dashed around the area. A public place likely, John had no clue how he had wound up here. From the middle of space to a habitable planet? Something was obviously, definitely amiss.
Then it clicked. The woman he had been talking to. Was it possible? Was he at the university she had spoke of? As odd and unfathomable it seemed, it was the only viable possibility at the moment. Glancing around again, trying to not look uncomfortable, John spotted the nearest building and started to head for it.
He took a quick look at what he was wearing as he walked. His black naval dress uniform was in pristine condition. At least he was thankful for that-- something familiar. He did notice something odd though. Reaching for his pocket, John pulled out a folded piece of paper. He unfolded it to find one thing written: a single, three-digit number. He frowned, placed the paper back in his pocket. He would wonder about it later.
He did not have to go far into the building to figure out what the number on the piece of paper was all about. After a cursory look around John knew exactly what the place was. He recalled the number in an instant and began to look for it. Apparently this would be his home for now. He walked further into the building, looking for his room.
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Quad, Faculty Dorms
What: Master Chief finds himself teleported to the university, without armor, and seriously lacking in comfort.
Rating: PG
John-117 blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the brilliant light of sunlight. He felt awkward. Naked? He glanced down to find his armor missing. He was instantly on high alert and felt almost defenseless. However, he was trained without the MJOLNIR armor and he could revert back to old ways. There was nothing to worry about.
Quickly scanning his surroundings, John found the landscape somewhat pleasing to the eye. A tree or two placed here and there, a few benches, and concrete sidewalks dashed around the area. A public place likely, John had no clue how he had wound up here. From the middle of space to a habitable planet? Something was obviously, definitely amiss.
Then it clicked. The woman he had been talking to. Was it possible? Was he at the university she had spoke of? As odd and unfathomable it seemed, it was the only viable possibility at the moment. Glancing around again, trying to not look uncomfortable, John spotted the nearest building and started to head for it.
He took a quick look at what he was wearing as he walked. His black naval dress uniform was in pristine condition. At least he was thankful for that-- something familiar. He did notice something odd though. Reaching for his pocket, John pulled out a folded piece of paper. He unfolded it to find one thing written: a single, three-digit number. He frowned, placed the paper back in his pocket. He would wonder about it later.
He did not have to go far into the building to figure out what the number on the piece of paper was all about. After a cursory look around John knew exactly what the place was. He recalled the number in an instant and began to look for it. Apparently this would be his home for now. He walked further into the building, looking for his room.