Private Jensen & O'Reilly & Ensign Percy - JP - Costume Party?

[Alora DeVeau]

I found this quite amusing.  Would this be sort of breaking the fourth wall?  Kinda?  Not really?  😄

 

(( Unknown, Unknown, Stardate Unknown ))

O'Reilly blinked, his mind struggling to process the sudden shift in his surroundings. One moment, he had been standing on the familiar marine deck of the USS Octavia E. Butler, discussing the training schedule with his fellow marines, while on stand by. The next, he found himself tumbling out of a bathroom stall, the cold tile floor rushing up to meet him. The smell of cleaning products mixed with musty odors hit his nostrils, a far cry from the sterile, recycled air of the starship.

Disoriented, Teddy pushed himself up, his hands slipping slightly on the damp floor. He glanced around, trying to make sense of his new environment. The bathroom was dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent lights casting an eerie glow on the dirty walls. To his right, he saw Link sprawled on the floor, looking equally confused. An attendant stood near the sinks, shaking his head disapprovingly at the two men who, from his perspective were no doubt horsing around.

Teddy's marine training kicked in, and he quickly assessed the situation. This was definitely not the OEB, nor any Starfleet facility he recognized. The primitive fixtures, the musty smell, and the attendant's outdated clothing all pointed to something far more perplexing. As he helped Link to his feet, Teddy's mind raced with questions. Where were they? How did they get here? And more importantly, how were they going to get back to their ship?

O’Reilly: Hey Link ::grabbing the other marine by his arm:: you ok?

The dampness of floor and its cold unforgiving seemed to seep through the fatigues that Link was wearing, he gripped onto Teddy's arm as he was helped up.

Jensen: I'm okay.

O’Reilly: Where are we?

He looked around to see this old bathroom and the stall that both of them had just fallen out of. It was a dimly lit bathroom, and the fluorescent lights flickered to give this room a claustrophobic feel.

Jensen: I don't know.

O’Reilly: I was just talking with Simmons about, umm, schedules I think.

Jensen: Do you recognise this place? It looks old.

O’Reilly: If we are in the past, we need to be careful, we’re going to stand out like sore thumbs.

The attendant looked over to them and they awkwardly said…

Jensen: Erm…hi.

The two men gave him a look that said, why are you talking to me.

Link nudged Teddy to follow as he felt the awkwardness of the situation take hold. The two made their way out of the bathroom and into a giant hall.

Almost instantaneously, O'Reilly's recent statement became pointless as two beings of a species he'd never seen before cut him off. One had odd-looking tentacles and the other appeared to be wearing a red and gold metal outfit with glowing palms.

They were met with the most diverse collection of people, aliens, and outfits. Some people were dressed in extremely heavy combat armor that was mostly green with a gold visor, and they were carrying giant rifles that made even the Federation rifles look tiny. Others were dressed as elves, orcs, and other fantasy creatures.

There were people dressed in what appeared to be very form-fitting one-piece suits which were made up primarily of blue and white and featured thin white stripes going across horizontally and vertically over their chests and arms. In the center of the torso was the outline of a spider. At once, they all seemed to suddenly freeze in position and point at each other.

Jensen: I had a dream like this once, I was pretending to be a…

Teddy cut him off, know where this was going.

O'Reilly: ::placing his hand on Link’s shoulder:: Yeah (beat) maaaaybe a story for another time (beat) or never.

There was a momentary pause of awkwardness…

Jensen: So…where are we?

O'Reilly: Some type of meeting center? (beat) but what’s with the outfits?

Jensen: They are…

He paused for a second and took stock of where he was, an idea came to mind

Jensen: Are we in a comic book?

Before the question could be answered, O’Reilly interjected.

O’Reilly: The flow seems to be heading that way ::pointing::

As the two turned to walk, there was a blood curtailing scream from the door next to the one they had exited and suddenly that same door slammed open and a blushing man in Starfleet uniform came running out.

Jer-Legrand: Sorry sorry sorry sorry.

O’Reilly looked back at the door as the starfleet officer shot out of the bathroom.

O’Reilly: I’m fairly certain that symbol used to mean lady’s room? (beat) ::not recognizing the man:: Where are you from…

O’Reilly didn’t want to give away where they were from, just in case it was coincidental that this man was wearing a uniform that was awfully similar to the 2401 officer uniform.

Jer-Legrand was just a little bit taller than Link Jensen. He was flustered, to say the least, and the mortified look upon his face told the story of his embarrassment.

Jer-Legrand: I’m from.

Jer-Legrand took a moment to survey where he was and the two Starfleet marines in front of him. The Bajoran spoke with a southern French accent; his words ended short and seemed to be measured and thoughtful.

Jer-Legrand: The Octavia E Butler?

He questioned his response, not that he wasn’t sure where he was from but rather he wasn’t sure who these two were, or where he really was.

Link, on the other hand responded with much more ethueism

Jensen: Oh yay, us too.

O’Reilly: Oh good, twos a date night, three’s a party (beat) shall we. ::indicating towards the larger room at the end of the hall::

Teddy’s offactories picked up on sweet and savory aromas that made his stomach grumble. It was only then that he remembered it was almost lunch time before they were sent back here. oO I wonder if they have replicators here. Oo

Jer-Legrand: I guess so. Erm…Per’cel Jer-Legrand, I’m in operations.

Jensen: Aw sweet. Can I call you Percy?

Link almost seemed to bounce with excitement.

Jer-Legrand: Everyone else does.

O’Reilly: So you know Lhandon Nilsen?

As he spoke, he looked around at the sights, smells, and sounds. It was an assault on the senses. Link was glad that he had his gloves on to suppress his Betazoid abilities. He lost count of the number of people in this large hall.

They continued following the group and soon reached a gate where there was an attendant scanning what seemed to be badges being worn as lanyards around everyone's neck.

Jer-Legrand: I don't think we have one of those.

Percy spoke with uncertainty as he held the group back.

Jer-Legrand: Perhaps we should see what we can do around here first. At least work out where and when we are. There has got to be some kind of sign around here.

O’Reilly: Agreed! I’m glad we landed on earth, I’m no good without a UT.

Jensen: What about that, what does that say?

They wondered over to the billboard that showed the floor layout and a listing of various different stalls and people, wand where they can be found.

O’Reilly: “Grand Rapid Comic-con”, what do you suppose that is? ::looking around at the strange outfits again::

Percy questioned along slight Teddy.

Jer-Legrand: A Comic-Con?

But Link provided an excitable response

Jensen: A Comic-Con?…Comic-Com?

O’Reilly: Two marines and a ops guy, I’m pretty sure we’ll find a way to get into that larger hall.

Teddy’s stomach growled, he realized they were just about to have lunch when they were snatched away and when he got hangry, no one ever had fun.

Jer-Legrand: What is in that hall?

Jensen: Erm…good question…Teddy what is in the hall?

O’Reilly: Looks like some type of convention?

Jer-Legrand: So…you just followed everyone?

Jensen: Errrr…yeah.

O’Reilly: Sure.

Percy just nodded.

Then they came across a billboard, for people magazine, advertising the “sexiest man alive”

Jer-Legrand: You think he looks like a human version of Toxin Arlill.

O’Reilly: Maybe?….

Teddy winced his face trying to see it, the hairline was similar.

Jer-Legrand: He really does.

Jensen: I don’t see it.

O’Reilly: ::just shaking his head::

Jer-Legrand: Really? look at him, he looks just like Arlill.

O’Reilly: Nah, Toxin’s got a bigger beard.

Jensen: Yeah, I don’t see it. We’re getting distracted. I want to get home.

O’Reilly: Well we better do something fast, because ::stopping cold::

In the convention hall stood a figure that didn’t seem to fit. They were clad in a robe with fancy markings, it just didn’t set up right with Teddy.

O’Reilly: You see them ::discreetly pointing:: do they seem out of place?

Jensen: Yeah. that is not a cosplay.

[To Be Continued]

TBC!

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Private Link Jenson & Ensign Percy Jer-Legrand
As simmed by
Lieutenant JG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
Assistant Chief of Operations
USS Octavia E Butler
O240007LN1
He/Him/His (Both player and character)

&

Private First Class Thomas O'Reilly
4/73 Marines
as simmed by: Lieutenant Toxin Arlill
USS Octavia E. Butler (NCC-82850)
Writer ID: 0239910TA4