In a Galaxy far, far away...

[cool_coolcool]

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

Comments

[psychoenough]

After the divorce, Annie had become accustomed to having two birthday celebrations each year, one with each parent, with two separate sets of candles to blow out. Celebrations stopped after she left home - such is the way when one becomes estranged from her parents - and resumed when she found a new family at Greendale, so it was that on her twentieth birthday, Annie had found herself missing the study group more intensely than ever before. She would not, however, allow herself to sulk; although she felt no different on this, the second day out of her teen years, she was determined to find something worthwhile with which to mark the start of another year in her life, and she strolled down the boardwalk with a purposeful stride covering up for the complete lack of ideas she had been able to come up with.

[cool_coolcool]

Well, well. If it wasn't little Annie Edison.

Waiting until she's hurried past him, Abed stepped out onto the boardwalk, gun leveled at her back and his head cocked.

"You should learn to watch your back, kid," he said, in a low drawl of a voice, a smug smile tugging at one corner of his lips. "I could've sworn you knew better."

[psychoenough]

Unexpected though it was, Annie found that she was less than surprised to hear that voice. For a moment, she wondered if she had imagined it, but it made sense that someone from home would appear just as she was wishing for it, even if it was unsettling to think that the island was being kind to her. There was a definite balance between good and bad on Tabula Rasa, and Annie felt that her scales had been tipped in her favor for far too long. Eventually, her luck would run out, but today did not happen to be that day.

"Abed?" She spun around with a bounce in her step, beaming, until taking in the outfit and paintball gun. "Oh no, no, no. This isn't fair, I'm not even armed! I'm not even playing!"

[cool_coolcool]

This didn't seem to be the Annie he'd seen only minutes ago. This Annie was different, either through the passage of time, or because she was some kind of parallel universe doppelganger. Or maybe a combination of both.

Regardless, it was a concept he was more than familiar with.

"I think I might've stepped into an alternate reality. It's the only explanation that makes sense," he said, without a hint of humor, dropping the act completely and holstering his gun. "Either that, or City College is pumping hallucinogens in through the air ducts. Which would be one way to get us all to turn on each other."

[everyone_takes]

Kate was moving.

Not that she owned a lot of stuff, but it still all had to be moved from the Compound to the fancy new hut she was sharing with Marshall (It had doors. And windows. She'd missed windows.) and so she'd piled her arms full of clothes and headed off in that direction. After the whole jail thing, she felt pretty stupid, but it had also given her an idea and she was thinking about going to talk to Danny as she moved. Maybe he'd tell her to get lost -- he'd arrested her, after all -- but maybe he'd actually try to help her.

[cool_coolcool]

Even though it seemed kind of unfair to shoot at some girl carrying her laundry down the boardwalk, Abed knew that Han Solo didn't play fair. That's what made him such a wild card.

And it did seem kind of strange to him that she wasn't armed, and didn't seem into the game, but he didn't recognize her as someone he'd seen in Duncan's classroom, so she couldn't have been a Greendale student. What he needed were answers.

Waiting until she'd passed him, he stepped out of his hiding spot, leveling the gun at her back. "All right," he said, "Stop right there and nobody has to get hurt."

[everyone_takes]

Turning with her armful of clothes -- a pair of shorts escaped and ended up on the boardwalk -- Kate looked at the guy standing there. It was either a water gun, which wouldn't be so bad, or a paintball gun, which was not cool at all. Especially not while she was holding most of her wardrobe.

"Does that nobody extend to my clothes? Because you would not believe how long it took me to find a pair of plaid tights, so I'd really appreciate it if I could keep them," she said. "Besides, I'm not armed. You have a totally unfair advantage."

[cool_coolcool]

Pausing, Abed cocked his head curiously, lowering the gun and dropping the act long enough to ask, "Are we not in the middle of a cut-throat game of paintball between Greendale Community College and City College for the promised prize of $100,000?"

[haolehothead]

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.

[cool_coolcool]

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.

[haolehothead]

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?"

[cool_coolcool]

"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."

[wingerguarantee]

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.

[cool_coolcool]

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."

[wingerguarantee]

"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.

[cool_coolcool]

"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."

[lt_blade]

The books said that walking and swimming were the only 'safe' forms of exercise for pregnant women-especially if they were carrying twins. It kept their circulation steady and (in Sonya's case) kept her somewhat stable and alert. The only good thing was that her stomach was finally starting to make itself known (albeit just barely)through her tank top, and it did give her a strange sense of achievement.

It had to be confessed though that she wasn't completely attuned to her surroundings as she followed the board walk, instead having her ipod strapped to her arm and playing on 'shuffle'. It was only when Max started growling towards the trees that she became aware that she should keep a better eye on things.

"What'd you smell, buddy?" The direwolf had always been watchful of her, but since she'd hit her second trimester a few weeks ago-he was down right a mother bear towards her.

ooc: if it comes to it, it's okay if he recognizes her (the mk movie plays a lot on TNT and TBS. Sonya's already aware of her being from a video game

[cool_coolcool]

It was a really big dog.

Possibly one of City College's tricks, they seemed to have a lot of them up their sleeves, but it was doubtful.

Regardless, there was no way he was taking down a giant, mutant pony-dog with only a pistol and half a magazine left.

Stepping out behind the tree with his hands held up in surrender and his gun holstered, he smirked and said, "That thing must put away a lot of kibble."

[lt_blade]

Sonya wasn't sure which made her laugh first: the guy dressed up like Han Solo, the toy gun, or the kibble comment.

"Easy, Max." She said, as the direwolf still had his heckles up. To the wolf, the guy didn't smell dangerious, but with a pregnant human about, one could never be sure. Still, he did ease up a bit at her say so. "He does eat a lot, but his favorite's jungle fowl, and whatever scraps we don't cook in time."

Her focus then turned on the toy gun. "Paint ball?" She didn't see any mention of a paintball game on the bulliten board, but maybe he came accross some supplies.

[cool_coolcool]

"You're not in the game?" he asked, arching a curious brow. Everyone was in the game, but that had been back at Greendale, and this?

This was a long, long way from home.