In a Galaxy far, far away...

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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

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Jeff had had a late start, which, all things considered, didn't mean much when he didn't have a schedule period. It was the kind of day he was more than willing to call a wash and just hang out on the beach. He still had things to do up at the Compound, though, so he chose to do it earlier rather than later, heading up the boardwalk toward his destination.

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He took one look at Jeff and knew the game was over. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something had changed, and not just Jeff's clothes. Maybe he'd already gotten the tantrum out of his system, but this was normal Jeff petulance, not the tantrum of a Jeff who'd just lost a game of paintball.

So, holstering his gun, Abed, stepped out onto the boardwalk only feet in front of his friend, the Han Solo act completely abandoned. "I think we've crossed inter-dimensional boundaries. I'm getting very strong LOST vibes. Maybe a little Fringe thrown in to spice things up. Definitely a J.J. Abrams creation."

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"Holy crap!" he exclaimed, startled momentarily, because one, he wasn't expecting some random person to come walking out of the trees and two, he wasn't expecting the someone to be Abed. And he knew it was Abed (unless he has a clone or whatever you called them that also acted exactly like him, which was actually a pretty terrifying thought). Eyebrows furrowing, he asked, "When did you get here? How long have you been hiding in the trees? And what's with the get-up?"

All he'd needed was a quick glance to spot the paintball gun, but he looked nothing like he last remembered him. And he was sure he had questions, but Jeff wanted his own answered first before he had to dive into explaining this place.

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"Approximately two and a half minutes ago. I jumped behind the trees in case you were a City College Storm Trooper," he said, as if that were all the explanation necessary, "Another end of year paintball game. First, we started off with a Wild West theme, but after we found the cache of weaponry in the dean's office, and the Storm Troopers showed up in Pistol Pattie's ice cream truck, a Star Wars motif seemed more appropriate."

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It said a lot about Greendale in general that Abed could say all of that with a straight face and Jeff could immediately believe him. Though, him mentioning it was another end of the year paintball game was what he was really drawn to. Did that mean he was from an entire year later than him? It'd explain the costume difference.

He didn't even know where to start.

"There isn't a paintball game going on, and we're definitely not on campus anymore," he said, though Abed seemed to have caught on to that already, at least. "And I - we, I mean, Britta and Annie are here too - haven't seen you in months. You're probably not completely wrong about the Abrams thing, because no one else has come up with anything better to explain this place."

Actually, he's pretty sure those shows made more sense than the things he'd dealt with, so maybe not.

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"Or it could be some kind of alien abduction. Inexplicable losses of time are a reoccurring plot device in science fiction. Though, if you've been here for months, I would think you'd already know if you'd been brought here for experimentation."

Or maybe the aliens were just biding their time.

"Annie and Britta are here? What about the others?"

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The ridiculous thing was, of course, that Jeff knew a couple of apparent aliens.

"Just us three," he said, deciding to tackle the easier subject first. "Britta came here first, then me, then Annie. And you're the next lucky one, I guess. There's a lot of other people stuck here, too. Not just from Greendale."

If he was stuck on an island with only people from Greendale, he was pretty sure he'd have gone insane by now.

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"Why are we here? Usually, when people are brought together like this, there's a common goal. Or an evil entity pulling the strings," he paused, thoughtful for a moment, before adding, "Is there a smoke monster?"

He just hoped this wasn't an emotionally driven, character developing ensemble.

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Evil entity sounded pretty accurate, considering the last couple months he had.

"There's dinosaurs," he replied, devoid of the sarcasm a statement like that ought to have. "Unless you count pissing people off, you're not going to find some motive for us being here."