Thread: Archer and OPEN! Who: Archer and Open When: Saturday Night, September 4 Where: Somewhere South Sector What: Archer lost and bored.
He was left cursing at a door. Whoever thought it was a good idea to get rid of things called doorhandles was an idiot. Archer knew there was a way for the door to open. He thought it was like the magic doors at Wal*Mart that whenever you walked towards it, it slid open, but somehow it was not doing that. In fact it wasn't doing anything but glaring at him in that way inanimate objects do.
"They probably don't even have Captain Morgan in hell." He informed the door as his fist made contact with it. Which was both a good idea and a bad idea, good because it got the door open, bad because he bruised the hell outta his knuckles. "Damnit!" His curse seemed to echo through the empty corridors.
This place was so ghostly like. With his knuckles to his hand he began to walking. He was lost in about five minutes, no idea how to get back to his room, and no GPS system to help him out. Still, there were enough things that shined to distract him. Archer had to admit this hell was kinda cool. About as cool as being blown up and getting here in the first place.
Still, he was bored, he was idle, and if youtube a hundred years ago didn't prove that it was a bad idea to have a bored Marine surely he could prove it now. "HELLO!" He shouted, listening to it echo, before just taking off in a jog and hitting any door he could find. Surely there was someone up and around he could bother. Either that or he was going over to the West side of time, again, and try to convince someone to enlist him again.
Sadly, they didn't enlist in hell. They looked at his kind with suspicion. His kind being the ones that just 'appeared' on the ship. The funny thing was he was the only person trying to convince everyone else they were dead. Oh well, if he could just find a freaking beer this hell wouldn't be so bad!