[holo] taxon wars episode one: a new nerd

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Scotland. They were fleeing to Scotland for their lives.

And Andrew was dreaming of hot pockets. Or rather, he was dreaming of a lack of hot pockets. Specifically, the empty box with a sticker attached, stating that this box should not be empty because the remaining hot pocket was Andrew's and Andrew's alone. He had gone out and bought

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As a science fiction enthusiast, Andrew was not opposed to the idea of alien life. Actually, he had spent many a night as a boy looking up at the stars and imagining epic battles going on just beyond this solar system. Once upon a time, he'd even spent a time hoping he had been born on a planet far, far away and had been sent to Earth on some grand quest. After a while, those dreams became replaced with dreams of demons and super villainy... and that had proven far more dangerous and weird than the idea of LGMs ever had.

So where once he would have lept to the immediate and true conclusion of alien abduction and then proceeded to spend the next twenty minutes begging his new overlords not to dissect him - he is instead staring quite openly at the area and wielding his white board like a shield, praying to Kami that someone's got some senzu beans because he, unlike Willow, cannot recover from surprise lobotomies. Government conspiries and experiments on demons and ex-demon summoners were much more real than aliens.

The new voice catches him off guard. Andrew flinches, holding his weapon a little higher. "Uh..." Friendly, though. He turns his attention back to the tablet. "... Um. Andrew."

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"Hey, Andrew. I'm Sam. Sam Axe." Something about his name tended to slip out in a Bond, James Bond cadence, something Fi had accused him of before, but hey, when you had a name as fortunate as Sam Axe's you were allowed a little leeway. He pushed the cleaning rag away with much more cheer than he had picked it up in the first place. "Just another inmate in the old Sing-Sing here. Never been here before, right, kid? You got anyone to pick you up?"

Well, just look at him being Mr. Helpful. He said, "I'd offer you a consolation beer, kid, but you look about sixteen."

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That was not lost upon him. Andrew smiled - already finding himself liking the stranger. It really didn't take much - a love of Galaxy Battles, some knowledge of Space Trekking, a chance that they may have seen Rat Man - or a simple reference to one of his favorite movie franchises. It really didn't take much. "No, but, I know where I need to go."

But that comment makes him frown. "I'm twenty-two!"

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"I meant sixteen in dog years," Sam countered cheerfully, which made no sense whatsoever but was generally enough to make some young twentysomethings blink a bit. Even though dog age worked the other way around. He was pretty sure.

Well, it was a relief that he did have somewhere to go. "Hey, that's good, that's good. It's not that dangerous wandering around here, unless you have an allergy to architecture. You get lost or need something, feel free to call my number." It made him think of Dawn and his conversation with her. "And, just so you know, I'm not the 'stranger danger' type. More the 'helpful guy' type. No tax breaks on stranger danger. We good?"

-- it all sounded paternal. Sam was filled with sad dread.

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And blink Andrew did, mouth twisting into a puzzled line. Now, he was fluent in Buffy speak ( mostly. There were still little saying that tripped him up and had him struggling to follow the bouncing ball of the conversation - but he was told that his geekspeak had much the same effect on anyone who wasn't familiar with it ) but discerning the meaning of that was making his head spin - defaulting to huffy anger probably wasn't the best thing to do when in a strange land where aliens could kill him.

Conversationally, Italy Squad was now fluent in all that was Geek. If not because it was a tragedy that they had never seen Galaxy Battles, but because it was difficult to explain what Slayers meant to the universe if they couldn't understand that vampyres were like the Sith.

"Y--yeah, we're, uh, good." Even if he was strange, he seemed friendly enough. Andrew still couldn't tell whether that sixteen comment was meant to be an insult. He's thinking that maybe he should have left his hair the way it was, or kept the suits (the death of both of which was a direct result of Italy Squad's meddling and insistence that he looked like a Hobbit sans the hairy feet and it was impossible to take him seriously when they were expecting him to suddenly break into a jig) because this had never happened then.