the Meta/Agent Maine (mainiac) wrote in shipsahoy, @ 2016-02-29 21:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! fandom stop: hogwarts et all, ! scene, steve mcgarrett (notamandate) |
WHO: Maine The Meta and YOU.
WHAT: Introductions. Sort of. AKA "Have you heard the one about the dead space marine on a cruise ship?"
WHEN: After his arrival, we'll say the first couple days while he's Adjusting.
WHERE: The ship and Hogsmeade. Since that is where people actually are.
WARNINGS: Maine is violent and terrible with people on a good day, and at the moment he's even LESS good at it because he doesn't actually know what to do with himself right now and he's in a strange place. Also angry over the situation he came from. So...yeah. Sorry?
He'd been dumped unceremoniously onto a hard surface when things resolved and stopped spinning. He'd been falling, through air, then water, water that filled his helmet and pushed all the air out until there was no escaping it, only to open his eyes to a room and the sounds of civilization. His head spun as he dug fingers into the rough surface below him, coughed against the now-absent water that nonetheless spilled onto the floor and that didn't make any kind of sense.
He pushed himself upright, still soaked, and staggered across the length of the room, scowling at it in the process as he tried to puzzle it out. He was fighting the Reds and the Blues. He was on Sidewinder. Engaged in retrieving Epsilon with Washington. Not...wherever this was. Some UNSC base, maybe; it would make sense, considering. He'd failed, he'd been retrieved until the next time they needed him. Except the room wasn't like anything at their base, and after locating the communicator he realized it was even weirder than he'd assumed.
The next several hours were spent trying to find a way off, already irritated when he hadn't been able to find his armor or his weapons, and the more things were unfamiliar the more irritated he got. By the time he found the exit, and the village on the other end, his mood was downright livid, his temper growing shorter by the second, and anyone with the poor luck to be in his way would find themselves face to face with a disconcertingly large man with a scowl etched deeply in his face who greeted them with an inhuman snarl.
Over the course of the next few days, the man can be found sulking lurking in the shadows of the Three Broomsticks and various dark alleys, trying to find a way back and a means to get his hands on some actual weaponry he's familiar with.
It goes about as well as can be expected when you're stuck in the land of might and magic.