PostTurkeyMadness: MidTerminator

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

Thanksgiving was good.

Specifically, the turkey which totally didn't have any buckshot or birdshot left in it like last year was nice and juicy, cranberry sauce was great, and the stuffing was the best that Stove Top made.

All in all, a good feast.

Even better, John stole kept a lot of the leftovers, specifically the turkey, so that his turkey coma lasted far more than just the usual one day.

Which is why, upon venturing out to get materials for his Egyptian Arcaeology assignment, John wasn't as aware and diligent as he normally was... much to his detriment.

For, laying in wait, was........... a gremlin.

Which promply bit John.
Who promplty smashed the thing against the wall.
Which promptly splattered. (the gremlin, not the wall. the wall just turned a bit emo.)

"Ow! You green fuckwad! Sonofabitch, that hurts." John started rubbing his wrist, where he got bit.

Suddenly, his vision... changed. Became reddish with lots of HUD information.

He stalked back inside his room and emerged a minute later, clad in leather motorcycle pants, leather jacket with metal all over it, black t-shirt, leather engineer boots, and sunglasses.

He hummed a bit as he strode.

John Connor, the midTerminator.

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[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward was sitting in the second floor common room, reading a book and slightly pleased that it was warmer outside than it had been lately.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

The MidTerminator strode up to him, the black boots clacking against the floor.

"Give me your notes."

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

He looks up in confusion at John. "Uh... what?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John started speaking in a soft robotic voice.
"Elric, Edward. Alchemist. Threat assessment: little. Goal assessment: high. Objective: retrieve notes. Priority: high."

John speaks in a more human, yet still robotic voice: "Your notes. Give them to me."

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

"...the fuck?? Did you just call me short?! I'm not forking over ANY notes if you're going to stand there and fuckin' INSULT ME!"

He opens his book back up and proceeds to attempt to ignore him.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John gives the Alchemist the once over. "I'll be back."

John walks away and returns in a few minutes.

In his hand is something long, black, and menacing, held like a shotgun.

It is, in fact, a Virginia Beach novelty pencil, about as big around as a Maglite and sligthly longer.

He 'cocks' the pencil and points it at the shorter lad.

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward looked up again when he heard John clomp back into the room. Watching the other boy point a pencil at him, he only gets more confused. "Man, what the hell is wrong with you?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Threat assessment: nil. Target: unattainable."

"Negative. All systems nominal."


John stalks down the hall, in search of more victims research.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

Your timely LJ notices. Give them to me.

Man, now all I hafta do is get you, Carter, and maybe Kawalsky together and have a knock down drag out convo-battle. :D

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

(ooc/ic Have you seen Sarah Connor?)

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

[OOC/IC: Maybe. But I'm not telling you where, you damned dirty ape machine!]

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

(ooc/ic: Come with me if you want to live.)

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue is aimlessly wandering the halls, humming Christmas tunes to herself, when she spots John. She grins and raises a hand in a wave. "Hey! John!"

[[Couldn't resist! *g*]]

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

[sheesh. I had a subplot all ready for ya and you jump into this? haha Let's see how this works out]

[Dammit, what classes to John and Rogue share? :) ]

John pivots on his leg and scans Rogue. The shotgunpencil is in its holster.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

[[Shop, I think that's it. If this messes with stuff, she can just get annoyed with him not talking and walk off...]]

Rogue blinks several times, trying to figure out why John was wearing all leather and how to get him to wear it more often. "Hey! Um, how was your Thanksgiving?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

[Shop. Got it. No egyptian arcaeology? Haha. And you're not messing with anything, it's just something I had penned if certain events had happened last weekend. It's a timeless post, so it can happen whenever certain events happen.]

"Rogue. Gloves. Threat assesment: hottielow. Acquire Egyptian Arcaeology notes: Priority."

"Deceased landfowl was edible." Distinct pause as software ran. "Reciprocate?"

John continues to scan.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

"Yes... I wear gloves," Rogue answers, confused. "And I'm not plannin' on hurtin' you, so I guess I'm a low threat...

"Edible is what we call my Aunt Sue's pies; it means they taste like crap but we eat them to keep from hurting her feelings." She shrugs. "Thanksgiving was fun."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Egyptian Archaeology notes: Priority."

The MidTerminator John makes to turn around and walk away, within grasp.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue frowns as he walks away. She rushes to catch up with him, reaching for his arm with her gloved hand. "John? Are you okay? You seem off."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John whirled around, holding the pencil in a threatening manner.

"Hasta la vista, baby."


[meep! gotta go. Back on tomorrow morning. Can't wait for the John!Appology scene. :D *tortures Connor more*]

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue backs off. "Okay then. You...go. Creep." She turns and stalks back to her room.