Jumanji seaQuest Style
by Shell Lee
Tony and Tim stood outside the door where it all started and peered though the small window. The snake was still in the room, unlike the monkeys, but now it had been joined by more than a few of its friends. Who called their friends. Needless to say the snakes now covered most of the available horizontal surfaces, including the floor.
Tim looked though the window trying to find the dice so they could get in and get out. He even had the game board tucked underneath his arm, so he could take his turn that much faster.
"I hate snakes," Tony mumbled. "I hate them."
"You know," Tim said, "you could've gone with Commander Ford to explain everything to the captain." A monkey shrieked and ran down the corridor behind them. They ignored it.
Tony shuddered. "No thank you. I like my head where it is."
"Do you see the dice?"
"No."
Tim sighed. "We should go in and look."
"Why can't we stay out here and pretend we looked?"
He just shook his head and opened the door. A snake coil fell out. It was easily as big around as a man's thigh and blocked the door when Tim tried to shut it.
"I think we need some guns." Tony backed away from the door a few steps.
"Yeah. You're right. Guns."
"Yeah, guns. Maybe some knives." They both turned around and fled.
***
Nathaniel Bridger, Captain of the seaQuest was not having a good day. Someone franticly banging on his door had woken him up from a nice dream. He opened it only to let a group of monkeys in. He barely got away from them, and was now walking around seaQuest in nothing but what he wore to bed, his underwear. Trying to not let it bother him, he was searching for someone who knew what the hell was going on. Spotting Ford and Lucas he went over. They had to know what was going on.
"Commander, what the hell is going on here?" he demanded.
"Sir, we were just looking for you." Ford said as Lucas tried to hide behind him.
"This had better be a good explanation for all of this."
"Well sir, you see, my aunt sent me this game. And me and Tony wanted to try it. So I talked Commander Ford and Tim into playing with us."
"What does a game have to do with anything?"
Ford spoke up. "Everything apparently came from the game, sir."
"This game wouldn't happen to have the word 'Jumanji' written across the front, would it?"
***
Miguel was seated at his consol completely absorbed in his task of trying to locate Darwin and make sure the dolphin was ok. It had shocked him when he saw the sharks swimming around in the aqua tubes and his first thought had been about the safety of the dolphin. Was he ok? Was he hurt or even worse dead? Was he even on the ship at all?
Thoughts like that ran circles around in his head. So it came as a great surprise when a monkey jumped up onto his consol, screeching. Miguel stood up so fast he knocked over his chair. When he looked around he saw monkeys everywhere. They were bashing in delicate equipment, chasing hapless crewmembers, and fighting amongst themselves.
Miguel made the mistake of turning his back on the one at his consol though. He never knew what hit him.
And he never felt it when the monkeys crashed the ship.
***
Lucas groaned and picked his head up. Seeing the captain in nothing but his underwear had been a bit of a shock, one that he was sure he'd find hilarious later, was quickly overshadowed by the fact that he was pissed. And that became moot when the seaQuest hit something. So here he was on the floor. He cracked open his eyes and saw Bridger helping Ford up.
"I'm going to see what that was. Are you two coming?" Ford shook his head no and Bridger left them alone.
"Come on, Lucas. Let's go see if we can find Tony and Tim."
***
"I still don't see why you insisted on getting that."
"I told ya. In the movies they always need one when they get bit."
"The movies aren't real life. You have to know that by now."
"Jumanji was a movie."
Tim and Tony were walking back to the snake room. They had been thrown around by the crash but no serious injuries happened. A small debate later, they came to the mutual agreement that they'd be safer with the snakes then anywhere near what cause the ship to do that.
They rounded a corner only to find themselves face to face with what had to be the largest snake of them all. It looked big enough to swallow one of them whole, without unhinging its jaw.
Tony looked at Tim. "We ain't ever going to get those dices, are we?"
Turning, he raised his gun and fired. After a second Tim did the same. It didn't affect the snake one bit. As the snake got closer and they could see that they weren't having any effect on it, they turned and ran. Tony was just a bit too slow. That was slow enough though. The snake wrapped itself around his ankle tripping him. Tony looked at Tim as he was pulled backwards. More coils of snake joined the first and Tony found himself having a hard time breathing.
Tim was scared. He wanted to run but Tony was in there struggling for his life. Tony wouldn't survive if he ran and got someone. So he did the only thing he could to help his friend. He raised his gun and started firing again. He shot again and again into it. He wasn't that great a shot, especially since his arm was shaking like a leaf, but the snake was so close now that almost every shot hit it.
Big mistake. The tail end of the snake's body wrapped itself around his throat. Strangling him. Both hands went up to try and dislodge it, but it was like trying to move a wall. Just when he thought both he and Tony were going to die, the pressure vanished. He dropped to the ground, gasping for breath.
Some arms came around him and helped him up. It was Tony. Tony had saved his life. "Are you ok?" he croaked. That snake did a number on his throat.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Are you ok?"
"Never better." He rubbed his throat as his eyes wandered past Tony and saw the snake. Its lifeless eyes staring out, and that damn steak knife that Tony had insisted on getting, sticking out of its head.
"Let's get those dice." It was getting easier to talk. Which probably meant his windpipe hadn't been completely crushed. That was a good thing.
"What are you doing?" Tony was bent over the snake's head, and with a sickening sound pulled the steak knife out.
"I'm not leaving this knife. You never know, it might come in handy again." Tim didn't argue. They both stepped over the dead snake, into a room filled with live ones.
On the way in Tim swore he could hear Tony mutter, "I hate snakes."
by Shell Lee
Tony and Tim stood outside the door where it all started and peered though the small window. The snake was still in the room, unlike the monkeys, but now it had been joined by more than a few of its friends. Who called their friends. Needless to say the snakes now covered most of the available horizontal surfaces, including the floor.
Tim looked though the window trying to find the dice so they could get in and get out. He even had the game board tucked underneath his arm, so he could take his turn that much faster.
"I hate snakes," Tony mumbled. "I hate them."
"You know," Tim said, "you could've gone with Commander Ford to explain everything to the captain." A monkey shrieked and ran down the corridor behind them. They ignored it.
Tony shuddered. "No thank you. I like my head where it is."
"Do you see the dice?"
"No."
Tim sighed. "We should go in and look."
"Why can't we stay out here and pretend we looked?"
He just shook his head and opened the door. A snake coil fell out. It was easily as big around as a man's thigh and blocked the door when Tim tried to shut it.
"I think we need some guns." Tony backed away from the door a few steps.
"Yeah. You're right. Guns."
"Yeah, guns. Maybe some knives." They both turned around and fled.
***
Nathaniel Bridger, Captain of the seaQuest was not having a good day. Someone franticly banging on his door had woken him up from a nice dream. He opened it only to let a group of monkeys in. He barely got away from them, and was now walking around seaQuest in nothing but what he wore to bed, his underwear. Trying to not let it bother him, he was searching for someone who knew what the hell was going on. Spotting Ford and Lucas he went over. They had to know what was going on.
"Commander, what the hell is going on here?" he demanded.
"Sir, we were just looking for you." Ford said as Lucas tried to hide behind him.
"This had better be a good explanation for all of this."
"Well sir, you see, my aunt sent me this game. And me and Tony wanted to try it. So I talked Commander Ford and Tim into playing with us."
"What does a game have to do with anything?"
Ford spoke up. "Everything apparently came from the game, sir."
"This game wouldn't happen to have the word 'Jumanji' written across the front, would it?"
***
Miguel was seated at his consol completely absorbed in his task of trying to locate Darwin and make sure the dolphin was ok. It had shocked him when he saw the sharks swimming around in the aqua tubes and his first thought had been about the safety of the dolphin. Was he ok? Was he hurt or even worse dead? Was he even on the ship at all?
Thoughts like that ran circles around in his head. So it came as a great surprise when a monkey jumped up onto his consol, screeching. Miguel stood up so fast he knocked over his chair. When he looked around he saw monkeys everywhere. They were bashing in delicate equipment, chasing hapless crewmembers, and fighting amongst themselves.
Miguel made the mistake of turning his back on the one at his consol though. He never knew what hit him.
And he never felt it when the monkeys crashed the ship.
***
Lucas groaned and picked his head up. Seeing the captain in nothing but his underwear had been a bit of a shock, one that he was sure he'd find hilarious later, was quickly overshadowed by the fact that he was pissed. And that became moot when the seaQuest hit something. So here he was on the floor. He cracked open his eyes and saw Bridger helping Ford up.
"I'm going to see what that was. Are you two coming?" Ford shook his head no and Bridger left them alone.
"Come on, Lucas. Let's go see if we can find Tony and Tim."
***
"I still don't see why you insisted on getting that."
"I told ya. In the movies they always need one when they get bit."
"The movies aren't real life. You have to know that by now."
"Jumanji was a movie."
Tim and Tony were walking back to the snake room. They had been thrown around by the crash but no serious injuries happened. A small debate later, they came to the mutual agreement that they'd be safer with the snakes then anywhere near what cause the ship to do that.
They rounded a corner only to find themselves face to face with what had to be the largest snake of them all. It looked big enough to swallow one of them whole, without unhinging its jaw.
Tony looked at Tim. "We ain't ever going to get those dices, are we?"
Turning, he raised his gun and fired. After a second Tim did the same. It didn't affect the snake one bit. As the snake got closer and they could see that they weren't having any effect on it, they turned and ran. Tony was just a bit too slow. That was slow enough though. The snake wrapped itself around his ankle tripping him. Tony looked at Tim as he was pulled backwards. More coils of snake joined the first and Tony found himself having a hard time breathing.
Tim was scared. He wanted to run but Tony was in there struggling for his life. Tony wouldn't survive if he ran and got someone. So he did the only thing he could to help his friend. He raised his gun and started firing again. He shot again and again into it. He wasn't that great a shot, especially since his arm was shaking like a leaf, but the snake was so close now that almost every shot hit it.
Big mistake. The tail end of the snake's body wrapped itself around his throat. Strangling him. Both hands went up to try and dislodge it, but it was like trying to move a wall. Just when he thought both he and Tony were going to die, the pressure vanished. He dropped to the ground, gasping for breath.
Some arms came around him and helped him up. It was Tony. Tony had saved his life. "Are you ok?" he croaked. That snake did a number on his throat.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Are you ok?"
"Never better." He rubbed his throat as his eyes wandered past Tony and saw the snake. Its lifeless eyes staring out, and that damn steak knife that Tony had insisted on getting, sticking out of its head.
"Let's get those dice." It was getting easier to talk. Which probably meant his windpipe hadn't been completely crushed. That was a good thing.
"What are you doing?" Tony was bent over the snake's head, and with a sickening sound pulled the steak knife out.
"I'm not leaving this knife. You never know, it might come in handy again." Tim didn't argue. They both stepped over the dead snake, into a room filled with live ones.
On the way in Tim swore he could hear Tony mutter, "I hate snakes."