Who: John 'Reaper' Grimm & The Doctor When: Sunday January 5th, Evening. Where: The Shire What: Attending a Hobbit Party Rating/Warnings: TBD (likely low) Status: complete and Closed
Less then two days ago the Marine had been wading through the sewers on Mars, hunting and being hunted by the dead and demons alike that had overrun the base. All that bloodshed and death, losing his whole squad, along with all those civilians too...it had been a literal waking nightmare. Now though, almost as if he was in a dream, John found himself dressed up in store bought civilian clothing on his way to a birthday party. The whole thing was so damn surreal and strange, but Reaper was doing his best to roll with the punches. Hell he didn't even know what a Hobbit was, yet the prospect of a night filled with actual merriment and no violence was too sweet to pass up. Sure he felt naked without his combat gear or service rifle. However after talking with Colonel Sheppard earlier that day Grimm figured it was best to leave the weaponry at home. Well all of it except for the combat knife he kept stashed in his boot sheath. After all, going in completely unprepared was just downright foolish.
Finding the portal itself wasn't too tough. Nor was it hard to spot the blonde who called herself the Doctor. After meeting up with her the man paused for a moment, just studying the stranger intently before finally offering a slight nod and an out stretched hand. "Nice to meet you in person, Doc." He wasn't sure what to expect since he was in a strange place, surrounded by unfamiliar people and things. But in the end Grimm decided he might as well make an earnest go at this whole 'retirement' thing. Starting with trying his hand at socializing with folks, and attending a birthday party. "Are we supposed to bring a gift or something?"