"Stand by for shit to get stupid."

[whiskytango_rto]

In the opinion of this Marine, Baghdad was likely more interesting than the inside of his eyelids, but he dozed regardless.  Three weeks into this bitch and he was finally in the back seat of the Humvee, letting Walt lead the team through the dusty streets.  It was never really an issue who drove the thing, three weeks in and nobody had a license

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[shareofdevils]

Tomorrow, Marissa will have been on the island an entire month. It seemed a relatively short period of time even for someplace so thoroughly inside out, and so there was something to be said for the fact that in thirty-one days, she'd seen not just one but two whole people appear right out of thin air. It was her misfortune that the second happened while she was in costume.

The clothes box had seemed intent on Summer dressing as Wonder Woman for Halloween. They both knew why, and part of Marissa found it as amusing as she was certain the Island did. It seemed less amusing when she dove into the box to look for something for herself.

In the end, she'd settled on Bat Girl, or what she assumed was supposed to be Bat Girl. It was a skimpy outfit, but she reassured herself with the knowledge that it covered more than her bikini. The boots were kind of ridiculous and the wig itched, but overall, she supposed it could be worse

[whiskytango_rto]

He blinked back at her, gawking more than a bit at her outfit. He remembered lectures on reactions to stress in combat, how you could fuck up your senses or have weird thoughts, remember stupid shit in the middle a firestorm, but he never heard anything about summoning hot chicks from out of nowhere. Maybe this was like Espera's thing about wet dreams and he was meditating on Batgirl in the back seat.

He liked to think he'd meditate himself into a cleaner state than this, but he also liked to think the girls he dreamed up would be a little more overtly into him, and skip the small talk. "Thanks," he said, looking around in case it wasn't a dream. It didn't smell like a dream--he sure didn't, anyway. "So is this the part where you tell me we've been in America the whole time, and we find the Statue of Liberty's head on the beach," he asked. She sure didn't look or sound foreign, for all that Brad might joke a girl like her would be foreign to Ray. Not to mention, the whole mission was retarded enough that he could see their

[shareofdevils]

As it turned out, explaining the island was even more awkward when it wasn't to someone you knew and you were dressed like a scantily-clad crime fighter. But first things first.

"You're not going to go postal and start shooting that thing if I tell you something you don't want to hear, are you?" she asked as gently as one could, and pointed at hesitant finger in the direction of his gun.

[whiskytango_rto]

Oh, right--outside of combat, guns weren't so normal to see. At least, he assumed he was out of combat, with Batgirl hanging around in fuck-me boots and nothing exploding, and no one telling him to tuck in his shirt.

Man, it would be nice to get out of his uniform, it was almost as hot here as it was in that fucking desert--but, right, the gun. He dropped the cartridge and stuck it in his deuce pouch, before slinging the rifle over his shoulder, then held up his hands like he was surrendering.

He really wouldn't mind surrendering to Batgirl, he imagined, grinning at her. "If I do, will you tie me up?"

[gonnajumpnomore]

George Luz's day was getting progressively weirder, but not in a bad way yet. Just... weird. There really wasn't any other way to describe waking up in a nine year old body, which --while cool at first-- lost a whole lot of its charm when he found he wasn't really able to fully appreciate Shari's choice of costume.

But it was still Halloween and he was determined to enjoy it, no matter what. At the moment, his plans consisted of wandering around and looking for likely prank victims. Treat was all well and good, but it was always trick that was the fun part. The guy next to the ferris wheel (obviously some sort of military) looked like a good place to start, if only cause he looked so confused.

"You aren't the only one to wish it was Coney Island, pal."

[whiskytango_rto]

Landing on his ass, literally, on a tropical island was weird enough, but little kids in uniform was crazy icing on a retarded cake. "Was your dad really stupid enough to bring you over here," he asked, incredulous, the only explanation he could think of for the kid being military brat.

[gonnajumpnomore]

"Nah." George grinned and adjusted his web belt, which had on it a few very realistic looking hand-grenades. The damn thing was adjusted to be as small as it possibly could be, but that was still too big. "My old man's got nothing to do with this. Haven't seen him in..." There was a pause as Luz did some calculations. "Almost three years."

[whiskytango_rto]

"Huh," that threw him, though no more than the part where he was on a tropical island with a Ferris wheel and children in uniform. "Sorry to hear it." He knew it could be rough to grow up like that, he can't remember the last time he saw his own dad. Must have been a decade or two, at least. When, somehow, that vein didn't get him any answers, he adjusted the rifle on his shoulder and leaned against a tree. "Alright, I give, why are you dressed up like you're going to storm a bunker full of Nazis?"

[loaded_wolf]

Angua paused as she was about to pass the man in the soldier costume. "Excuse me," she said, absently tugging at the bottom of her skirt, wishing it was at least a few inches longer. "Have you seen a little boy in a pumpkin costume run by?"

Dean was still himself - an adult, technically - and could in all reality take care of himself, she was sure, but he was just so...small, and seemed so innocent. She'd lost track of him and anything could happen.

[whiskytango_rto]

Scary as the whole thing was, really, Ray couldn't help but appreciate his timing--of all the days he could show up on this magic island, he picked the one where the girls went out dressed like lingerie models. "Isn't it early for Halloween," he asked, knowing the invasion hadn't taken that long. "I've seen a few kids, but no pumpkins."

[loaded_wolf]

It took a moment, but even through her concern what he said clicked. If he didn't realize it was Halloween, then that couldn't be a costume, and that meant he was new.

"Thanks." She glanced past him a moment. But she knew she couldn't leave someone new to just...wander around. "You just got here, didn't you?"

[whiskytango_rto]

"Not, you know, a second ago or anything," he said, stuffing a hand into his pocket, holding his rifle strap with the other as he balanced his extra gear in its bundle, on his shoulder. "I know I'm not dreaming or anything, much as you ladies seem to be trying to prove otherwise," arching his brows at her skirt, but returning his gaze to her face with only minimal difficulty. "Is the kid you're looking for actually a kid," he asked, thinking of the last few he met.

[flyboy_shepp]

John wasn't in costume yet. He'd eaten a chunk of candy and run most of the way to the compound just because he could. His knee didn't hurt at all, and even though he knew he'd be feeling it later that night, the future didn't really matter to John. What mattered was getting a costume and then packing the biggest pillowcase he could find full of candy.

He did come to a sort of skidded stop when he saw the man by his Ferris wheel, and walked over, his (now tiny) boots stomping in the dirt. "Hey, are you new?"

[whiskytango_rto]

"Not as new as I was ten minutes ago, but yeah." Between Marissa's reassurance and the only people he'd really seen being kids, he'd decided to take off the flak jacket, wrapping it and his uniform shirt around the rifle before shouldering it again. He tilted his head, looking between the kid and the Ferris wheel. It was kind of creepy right now, sitting there, the seats tilting back and forth in the wind. He looked back down and arched his brows, biting his lower lip as he considered the boy. "This isn't some Children of the Corn thing, is it?"

[flyboy_shepp]

"Cool, I hate doing the new person speech," John admitted, coming to a stop in front of the guy. He assumed he'd already gotten the new person speech, because John wasn't exactly in any form to give it. Or rather, he didn't want to.

"No, you just happened to arrive on a day this place is screwing with us. Sorry," he shrugged, and held out a hand. "Usually I'm thirty-nine. Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, Air Force. Marines, right?"

[whiskytango_rto]

Between this and the last kid, the whole "magic island screws with people" bit made as much sense as anything else, so he didn't question it. He'd question it later, maybe if they didn't kill him as a sacrifice to their god, and turned out to really be adults, and he'd gotten some sleep so he knew it wasn't the sleep deprivation fucking with his senses. Maybe then he'd question the whole deal, but that wasn't how combat worked, you survived and reacted later. For now, surviving meant shaking a kindergartener's hand and pretending he was a Lieutenant Colonel. "Yes sir," he said, as seriously as he could. "Corporal Ray Person." He didn't salute, he couldn't do it with a straight face.