In a Galaxy far, far away...

Sep 02, 2011 12:19

It was a theme within a theme within a theme. And without a doubt, the greatest game of paintball ever played. The Spaghetti Western/Star Wars mashup had been cool enough, but add a good Desert Island adventure into the mix? This was the kind of dream that usually ended with Abed washing his Back to the Future sheets before Dad woke up ( Read more... )

annie edison, danny williams, debut, kate gregson, jeff winger, britta perry, abed nadir, steve mcgarrett, james ford, sonya blade-hasashi

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haolehothead September 2 2011, 17:47:42 UTC
As typical with mornings after Steve's gone for a swim, Danny's left espousing the insane practice of it as he walks up to the Compound to pick up fruits and vegetables and a dozen other things that Steve eats in unreasonably quantities. His steps are hurried, but the length of his legs tends to shorten the distance he covers at the pace he goes to. All the while, he's muttering under his breath and sliding his tie on. "...idiots who don't know how to look professional," he's muttering, back to the subject of Oahu, by now.

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cool_coolcool September 2 2011, 19:08:15 UTC
Abed had been expecting soldiers in full Storm Trooper regalia, so he was a little confused when he saw this guy in a tie coming down the boardwalk, but Abed could smell City College all over him.

Peeking around the trunk of the tree, he aimed and fired, what should have been a clean shoulder shot, and then stepped out from his hiding place, pistol still raised.

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haolehothead September 2 2011, 19:50:32 UTC
Danny's furious in an instant, turning around and storming up on the idiot who just ruined one of his best shirts. "Hey!" he shouts, instantly in vocal-plus-ten mode as he stalks up on him, finger pointing in the air. "Asshole! What the hell do you think you're doing! Huh? This is a civilized society! We don't shoot people here with paintball guns and ruin their best shirts when they're just trying to get food for the day! What's the matter with you?"

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cool_coolcool September 3 2011, 01:16:40 UTC
"Hey, guy," he said calmly, lowering his gun with a careless shrug, "Paintball's a dangerous sport. I'm just playing the game."

Then, his brow arching in amusement, he added, "Don't tell me you're worried about fashion at a time like this."

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haolehothead September 3 2011, 01:42:01 UTC
"At a time like this?" Danny echoes, in sheer disbelief, hands already waving everywhere, anywhere he can, practically flagging down planes that aren't flying overhead. "At a time like...what, like day? I'm going to get food for my household, I'm trying to go to work!" he shouts, throat already getting hoarse which means he's not using his diaphragm to do his yelling. "Yeah, I'm worried about fashion, but I'm even more worried about you getting arrested for paintballing people against their wishes!"

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cool_coolcool September 4 2011, 03:18:21 UTC
"Everyone on campus was playing," Abed offered, and in the blink of an eye, Han was gone and there was only Abed, his head cocked curiously and his gun holstered.

"I was in the hallway outside the library, and then I was here. I didn't recognize you, so I assumed you were an enemy, which could have been a flaw in my judgment, since you're not dressed like a Storm Trooper."

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haolehothead September 4 2011, 20:54:21 UTC
Danny does what his divorce lawyer once told him to do and takes in a deep, deep breath. When he's through, he exhales it because if he holds onto his anger, someone's going to get their head boxed in. "Okay," he says, much calmer than before. "Well, I am not the enemy or a Storm Trooper. I'm Danny Williams and I'm just trying to get some food. What about you, huh, you got a name?"

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cool_coolcool September 5 2011, 03:20:08 UTC
"Abed Nadir. I was just trying to save my school from City College," he explained, and to Abed, his goal was just as normal as Danny's. "If you're worried about your shirt, I think the paint is washable."

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haolehothead September 5 2011, 20:53:04 UTC
Danny glances down at the shirt, pulling a face as he's reminded of the damage that's been done in the process of doing a daily chore. "Yeah," he sighs out the word. "Yeah, I guess. So, if you're shooting 'em up and talking about City College, I'm gonna hazard a guess here and say you're either new or this is a fun little psychotic breakdown. Which! Hey, we're all allowed. I had about four after my divorce. But if it's that you're new, I can show you around, it's part of my job description and everything."

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