Jeff was so fine, he made it a point to get up and go about his business like he would any other day. Britta was gone, but he wasn't going to sit and mope about it - refused to. If anything, he thought he ought to be pissed at her for leaving him behind to deal with this place by himself.
Stalking into the kitchen after finding himself too restless to sit around in the rec room, he went and got a mug to pour some coffee in. Knocking into it while making the coffee he was putting together, all he could do was watch it fall and break into three large pieces.
"Damn it," he swore, glaring at the shattered remains like it'd personally broke to piss him off. Gathering what was left of it a few moments later, he went over to the nearest garbage, too distracted to notice it seemed strangely out of place and even a little familiar. In fact, he was barely looking at it at all as he went to swing the top open (perhaps with a little more force than was needed) enough to throw away the remains.
Troy cried out as the trash can lid smacked him right on the forehead.
Okay, so... pain in his face? That was definitely not the signal.
Unless they'd changed it without telling him and formed some kind of alliance within an alliance and were trying to catch him off-guard. Maybe getting him to hide in the trash can had been some kind of trick so that everyone could all ambush him at once.
...paintball was really, really, complicated.
Either way, it was enough of a signal for Troy, and pushed the lid of the trash can away, taking a large, gulping breath of old egg salad sandwich-free air as he readied both of his pistols, pointing them directly at...
One normal day. That was all Jeff wanted. One normal day that didn't involve people he knew disappearing and other people popping randomly out of trash cans.
"Holy crap!" he exclaimed immediately, almost dropping the already broken mug again in surprise. When the shock wore off a moment later, he looked from the guns pointed at him to the person doing the pointing.
A very familiar person.
Confusion immediately crossed his expression. "Troy?"
"Right. I'm not calling you a Deputy," Jeff replied, flatly, as he looks him over. He's not wearing anything that's familiar to him, which means he's probably been plucked out of the apparent second paintball war.
Or third. Who knew with Greendale anymore?
"War's over," he said with a sigh a moment later, stepping back to give him room to get out of the garbage. He was not going to explain the island to someone squatting in a garbage can. "We're not actually in Greendale right now."
"So who won?" Troy asked, trying to get out of the trash can. He succeeded in tipping himself over onto the floor of the weird room he'd found himself in. His hat slipped off and he grabbed it as he clambered to his feet.
"Was it me? Did I win? I knew that trash can was a good spot."
Jeff located the actual garbage while Troy crawled out of the one he'd been in, throwing away the mug. On his best days, he disliked having to explain this place. And while he was (begrudgingly) glad that it was someone he knew this time, someone he hadn't seen in nearly a year and got along with (usually), it didn't excuse the crap he'd been going through the last few days.
"I have no idea," he replied when he'd turned around again, rubbing his temples with a sigh as he tried to decide what to do with him. Abed would be happy, at least. Maybe they'd even keep each other out of trouble...or get into more of it. His luck? Probably the latter. And him now with no back-up like he used to have when dealing with the two of them. "Look, we're not in Greendale anymore. You're apparently the next lucky person to get stuck on this insane island no one knows anything about. Abed and Annie are here, too."
He almost said Britta as well in that last part. It was still weird not mentioning her.
"The only part of that that made sense was 'Abed and Annie are here too'," Troy replied. There'd been something about an island and about them not being in Greendale anymore, but he didn't think he'd been in the trash can that long.
If someone had managed to put him on a plane and fly him to an island without him knowing, then he was just going to have to turn in his deputy badge.
Okay, so it was actually a star and it actually said 'sheriff', but it was a symbol, damn it.
"And that's probably not going to change any time soon," Jeff admitted, sighing. He sure as hell had nothing beyond that. Maybe Abed had some kind of theory, but Jeff didn't know it. Nor did he actually care, unless that theory included how to get back. "I've been here almost a year and I still don't get it."
Motioning towards the door that led to hallway that'd take them over to the door outside, he added, "There's jungle outside, though, if you don't believe we're not in Greendale anymore."
Jeff was so fine, he made it a point to get up and go about his business like he would any other day. Britta was gone, but he wasn't going to sit and mope about it - refused to. If anything, he thought he ought to be pissed at her for leaving him behind to deal with this place by himself.
Stalking into the kitchen after finding himself too restless to sit around in the rec room, he went and got a mug to pour some coffee in. Knocking into it while making the coffee he was putting together, all he could do was watch it fall and break into three large pieces.
"Damn it," he swore, glaring at the shattered remains like it'd personally broke to piss him off. Gathering what was left of it a few moments later, he went over to the nearest garbage, too distracted to notice it seemed strangely out of place and even a little familiar. In fact, he was barely looking at it at all as he went to swing the top open (perhaps with a little more force than was needed) enough to throw away the remains.
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Okay, so... pain in his face? That was definitely not the signal.
Unless they'd changed it without telling him and formed some kind of alliance within an alliance and were trying to catch him off-guard. Maybe getting him to hide in the trash can had been some kind of trick so that everyone could all ambush him at once.
...paintball was really, really, complicated.
Either way, it was enough of a signal for Troy, and pushed the lid of the trash can away, taking a large, gulping breath of old egg salad sandwich-free air as he readied both of his pistols, pointing them directly at...
"Jeff?"
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"Holy crap!" he exclaimed immediately, almost dropping the already broken mug again in surprise. When the shock wore off a moment later, he looked from the guns pointed at him to the person doing the pointing.
A very familiar person.
Confusion immediately crossed his expression. "Troy?"
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"Something really weird is going on here."
First of all, someone had moved his trashcan to somewhere not the hallway, and secondly, Jeff wasn't wearing his hat anymore.
Troy wondered what he'd done with it.
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Or third. Who knew with Greendale anymore?
"War's over," he said with a sigh a moment later, stepping back to give him room to get out of the garbage. He was not going to explain the island to someone squatting in a garbage can. "We're not actually in Greendale right now."
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"Was it me? Did I win? I knew that trash can was a good spot."
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"I have no idea," he replied when he'd turned around again, rubbing his temples with a sigh as he tried to decide what to do with him. Abed would be happy, at least. Maybe they'd even keep each other out of trouble...or get into more of it. His luck? Probably the latter. And him now with no back-up like he used to have when dealing with the two of them. "Look, we're not in Greendale anymore. You're apparently the next lucky person to get stuck on this insane island no one knows anything about. Abed and Annie are here, too."
He almost said Britta as well in that last part. It was still weird not mentioning her.
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If someone had managed to put him on a plane and fly him to an island without him knowing, then he was just going to have to turn in his deputy badge.
Okay, so it was actually a star and it actually said 'sheriff', but it was a symbol, damn it.
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Motioning towards the door that led to hallway that'd take them over to the door outside, he added, "There's jungle outside, though, if you don't believe we're not in Greendale anymore."
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