While a normal wormhole, or plotline, may have a problem jumping from September to the sudden season of a certain popular high school formal, or more commonly known as prom season; the grand and infamous Mary Sue wormhole has no such qualms about time travel.
This is how, when the wormhole returned our zany heroine and her unfortunate love to planet earth, nothing seemed unusual about them appearing in the middle of a dance floor, and properly clad as well.
As most proms and such similar formal high school congregations including music and dancing do, the normally tacky hall of the downtown hotel was decked out in a variety of decorations and the like. Strobing colored lights distracted the eye from this however, leading focus back to the center of the room, where there was a mass of familiar people all clad in the typical formal gown or tux.
Caught up in the glamour of the moment, Jess found herself grinning as well as emitting a rather high-pitched squeal that the mere sound of ate away at the tattered remains of Grievous's soul.
Before he could do anything, her felt her dragging him towards the center of the dance floor, eager to show off her prize, and while he tried to resist, there is only so much a poor general could do when recovering from wormhole travel while being in a state of continual shock.
Jess stopped after finding a decent niche in the crowd of people and began flailing her arms about. Grievous looked down at her and could not help but feel slightly concerned for to him she appeared to be convulsing to the rhythm of the strange screech-like sounds that filled the room. The more he observed, he decided these humans must perceive the sounds to be music of some sort. He also observed that as people saw him, they edged away and could not help but stare.
His captor, this mad human…child, was rather interesting as well he perceived silently. The general, always calculating, was bidding his time, trying to understand his situation further. This girl seemed to be rather enamored with him, yet had had never met such an entity before. Yes, he decided with narrowed eyes, it was best to observe her for now and make his move later.
Jess however, was not so analytical of her situation. By now, she had reached a high of sorts, reveling in the miracle of the moment. Dancing like she'd never danced before, she knew that she was indeed madly in love with a certain general.
As she thought this, she had yet another one of her miraculous ideas. There was a certain someone here she wanted to introduce Grievous to. Another grin crossed her face, this time one of diabolical evil not one simply of sheer happiness.
With a newfound energy added to her already steady high from adrenaline and sheer happiness, she grabbed Grievous's bony hand and set out across the dance floor in search of a certain ex-boyfriend.
She had ideas of how to put Grievous's collection of light sabers to good use.