There were four of us-- three men, one woman. We were Green Berets traveling on a light attack sub on a secret mission to disable a rouge "Star Wars" technology satellite. One of the other men was Kiefer Sutherland; occasionally I was dimly aware that I was being played by Charlie Sheen.
Kiefer and I fought a lot, but we did so by enacting combat rules from the role-playing game Shadowrun. He grappled me a lot; I tried to disarm him but failed, and ended up taking Stun damage. For you Shadowrun players out there, it was 4L2 Stun every three hours.
I, the Younger Dan, Jeff, and Uber were somehow mis-transferred from Merced community college; instead of all going to UCSC, we ended up aboard an American boomer sub (yes, more subs). Younger Dan wanted to say goodbye to his mom, but was unable to. I think he was not allowed to. I could talk to her, however, so I told her we were working on a crisis drill and that we would be out of touch for a few days. But later, she asked Younger's dad about it and found out from him that we weren't really on crisis drill, we had been accidentally sent to sea.
No submarines. Bowling alley instead. The four of us went bowling in a museum. The museum also sold softcore porn; the only title I recall was a mag called PLAYBOY LEISURE, with a cover article on Uma Thurman.
The place positively reeked of erotica; in fact, people were using the museum restaurant as a changing room. As we entered, a couple of gorgeous girls were putting on light blue nylons under extremely short skirts. I bought the magazine; we decided not to stick around for coffee.