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Sep. 26th, 2012 01:59 amTroy had been working on it pretty much all day.
For a while, he'd kind of felt that something was maybe a little bit off between him and Abed, and he didn't know why. They were still running the theater and watching cool movies together, and maybe Annie's Boobs was still on the loose and one of the rabbits had died—Troy had prepared a really touching eulogy— but something just wasn't quite right.
He'd been trying to figure it out for over a week now before he figured it out, and once it hit him, he couldn't understand how he'd been so stupid before.
Best Friends Weekly.
There hadn't been an issue in weeks.
So Troy had spent the entire day gathering materials for it— paper, markers, yarn and other art supplies— and went looking for Abed.
For a while, he'd kind of felt that something was maybe a little bit off between him and Abed, and he didn't know why. They were still running the theater and watching cool movies together, and maybe Annie's Boobs was still on the loose and one of the rabbits had died—Troy had prepared a really touching eulogy— but something just wasn't quite right.
He'd been trying to figure it out for over a week now before he figured it out, and once it hit him, he couldn't understand how he'd been so stupid before.
Best Friends Weekly.
There hadn't been an issue in weeks.
So Troy had spent the entire day gathering materials for it— paper, markers, yarn and other art supplies— and went looking for Abed.
There were a lot of really cool things about the island: the fact that you could turn a corner and Captain Malcolm Reynolds could be right there, that all the food was free, that your pet monkey from home could just turn up out of nowhere just in time to wear little monkey top hats in fake London.
Yeah, life was pretty awesome. Except for the fact that Troy had recently realized that he missed football a lot more than he ever thought he would.
At Greendale, he'd been able to play with no pressure at all. The team was awful. Like really, really awful. Like, one of the tight ends was a hunchback, bad. But it had still been football, and Troy still missed it.
He'd found a football in the games closet in the compound, and was currently walking with it, tossing it into the air. At least, until he was startled by the cry of a bird and the ball slipped out of his hands, rolling away in that weird, floppy way footballs usually did.
"Stupid birds," Troy grumbled, "If you can't lead me to Trix, then what good are you?!"
Yeah, life was pretty awesome. Except for the fact that Troy had recently realized that he missed football a lot more than he ever thought he would.
At Greendale, he'd been able to play with no pressure at all. The team was awful. Like really, really awful. Like, one of the tight ends was a hunchback, bad. But it had still been football, and Troy still missed it.
He'd found a football in the games closet in the compound, and was currently walking with it, tossing it into the air. At least, until he was startled by the cry of a bird and the ball slipped out of his hands, rolling away in that weird, floppy way footballs usually did.
"Stupid birds," Troy grumbled, "If you can't lead me to Trix, then what good are you?!"
[Abed] The Blanket Fort
Jan. 27th, 2012 06:30 pm"Tell me why we didn't do this sooner," Troy said, his arms full of pillows and sheets taken from the clothes box. The box had been pretty awesome the past few days, so he'd gotten sheet of various sizes, colors and themes. His favorite were the Transformers sheets with little Optimus Primes all over them.
So adorable, yet so deadly and awesome.
"I wish we could just live in a blanket fort. It'd be so awesome."
Except for when it rained. Or if the island turned back into England again.
Come to think of it, blanket forts weren't really a good idea when they were outdoors. It was a good thing that they'd decided on building this particular blanket fort indoors, where there was air conditioning, a roof, and most important of all, a TV.
So adorable, yet so deadly and awesome.
"I wish we could just live in a blanket fort. It'd be so awesome."
Except for when it rained. Or if the island turned back into England again.
Come to think of it, blanket forts weren't really a good idea when they were outdoors. It was a good thing that they'd decided on building this particular blanket fort indoors, where there was air conditioning, a roof, and most important of all, a TV.
Dated 11/21
Nov. 20th, 2011 01:48 amEarlier that day, Troy had found a magazine on the bookshelf. And not just any magazine, but an Entertainment Weekly about the Avengers movie that was supposed to come out next year back home. And maybe he hadn't realized before, but one of the dudes in the movie-- the guy playing The Hulk, actually-- was Mark Ruffalo. Mark Ruffalo.
He didn't know if Annie knew, but Troy knew that she really liked Mark Ruffalo. And now Troy actually knew who that dude was.
Except, when he made it to Annie's hut, there was no answer when he knocked on the door. Or when he walked in, calling her name. What there was, however, was a monkey, in a cage, in Annie's room, on her bed.
"Oh my god," Troy breathed, frozen to one spot for a long moment. Awkwardly, he picked up the cage and headed for the compound. He had to find Jeff and Abed.
The island had turned Annie into a monkey.
He didn't know if Annie knew, but Troy knew that she really liked Mark Ruffalo. And now Troy actually knew who that dude was.
Except, when he made it to Annie's hut, there was no answer when he knocked on the door. Or when he walked in, calling her name. What there was, however, was a monkey, in a cage, in Annie's room, on her bed.
"Oh my god," Troy breathed, frozen to one spot for a long moment. Awkwardly, he picked up the cage and headed for the compound. He had to find Jeff and Abed.
The island had turned Annie into a monkey.
