Where are we?

The general time
Now
That moment

Robin opened his eyes and screamed. Not for any apparent reason why, maybe because he couldn't feel anything beneath his feet, or because he couldn't smell the ocean anymore, or maybe just because he was falling. Luckily the screaming cut off when he hit the ground about ten feet later, and grunted as his back touches down.
Robin lay still for a few moments, trying to contemplate what was going on, then looked sideways and saw a sloping level of dirt leading off into a copse of trees. At the time that he was in, teleportation did not exist, though he was beginning to think the military had started some top secret project about it and didn't tell anyone, but soon gave that idea away to silliness, but again began to wonder, where was he?
Hearing a loud, ground-shaking (hah, literally) thump he looks over and sees the Parliament resting on the ground a few dozen feet away, and looking closer he sees the opening where the Vulger now sat. Well, this is going to be interesting, Robin thinks to himself, then gets up and dusts himself off, beginning the short walk to his ship.
Reaching it, he wanders around and around until he finds the small hatch, partially buried in the ground, and he realizes,
"OH CRAP THE RUDDER!"
Robin begins to franticly dig into the surprisingly soft dirt, until he reaches a mass of jagged, bent metal sitting underneath the hatch. He gives out a small groan, wondering how this will come out in his official report.

Reginald thought that, since there were no people looking for him and basically nothing else to do, he might as well get to know his surroundings, besides the fact that they were now lost, surely and completely. He made his way back to where he had left his pack, gathered up his Tommy gun and his helmet, and jogged off to who knows where.
After a few minutes of running aimlessly, he sees a familiar shape sitting a ways off, bringing back memories of the harbor he lurked about in before his departure to Normandy, and he gave it the weirdest look before muttering to himself, "The heck is an aircraft carrier doing inland?" He left himself to his thoughts as he resumes his run, though this time with a bit more energy in it, eager to find out what was going on.

Twilight knew it. They were screwed. she saw it in the way these strange creatures looked at them that they were screwed. The worst part was, the Crusaders knew it too.
Then, Shit happened. It happened in the most improbable way, in the form of PINEAPPLES!!!
Pineapples began to appear out of nowhere and fall from the sky, rattling helmets and denting the ground where they landed, and Scootaloo was just unfortunate enough that her head fell in the path of one.
"OUCH!" she cried out as it struck her forehead, and she toppled over. Assessing the situation as something unexplainable, and seeing as those creatures were occupied with the storm, Twilight decided it was time to get to shelter. She found the Crusaders attempting to hide in the bush they were previously in, having dragged Scootaloo in by the mane, and were receiving a surprising amount of hail from the heavens. She scooped them up in her magic and galloped back the way she had come, towards any bit of cover she could find, which unfortunately was little, but when she saw a massive, shiny thing sticking up out of nowhere, she thought it would suffice to her needs, and changed her course for it, not honestly caring how it got there, though she was stopped moments later by a trippy root, which she tripped on, then--Karma be cursed--A pineapple came down and landed on her horn, sending a shock through her head and making her faint, dropping the Crusaders on the ground next to her. The last thought she could let out of her slipping mind was, "What the biscuits is this madness...?"

Robin saw it coming before he knew what it was, but since something was coming down, he hastily opened the hatch and let himself in, just in time to see the odd object come down on the door splattering a yellow fluid everywhere. Robin waits for a few moments, and seeing as nothing else had come down (yet) he slowly opens the hatch again and is greeted by a sweet smell, one that is probably the most familiar thing beside seeing the Vulger since he hit the ground. He reaches his hand out and wipes it over the sticky liquid and brings his finger up to his mouth, breaking out in a satisfied grin as he realizes, Pineapple, but quickly closes the door again as another drops into the ground a few feet from the hatch, then another and another, quickly turning into a rain of pineapples.
"What the hell? There has to be an explanation for this..." says Robin to himself before he wanders about the interior of the beached destroyer, noticing the bodies of some of his crew mates, and wakes up Ordan from a midday nap on the console, telling him to get the electricity running. Ordan nods and runs off to the engineering bay, checking the circuits and is dismayed to find a few circuits had shorted out in whatever event had happened.
Robin walks around to the hatchway leading toward the deck, takes a deep breath, and throws it open, bolting out and running to the AA gun placements, dodging pineapples and finding Lance slumped behind the turret, with a small bruise forming in his hair, and quickly drags him inside, bringing him down to his bunk where he lets him sleep it off, then lets his weary feet lead him to his, where he flops down and falls asleep under the weight of staying up late and the rain of pineapples.

Reginald was now very close to the carrier when something clanked against his helmet, the force sending him off-balance and owards the ground. His grip loosens on his tommy gun and it bounces a few feet in front of him, so he quickly gathers himself up and runs forward, grabbing his tommy gun as he resumes his pace, now looking in the air for any more falling objects, which there were many of. Coming to a massive opening in the front of the carrier, he runs in, seeing bodies, tools and chess pieces alike laying about, though a few of them were quietly moaning on the ground or trying to regain their feet. One did, and staggers over to a control panel, attempting to sound an alarm for medics, but the console refused to power up, so he begins a groggy walk down the corridors to the infirmary to find medical supplies.
Reginald looks on with a weary suspicion, eying the strange uniforms until his eyes come to rest on the patch of an American flag on one of the men's arms. he sets down his gun and runs over, helping him to his feet, then another, kicking knights around and stumbling upon the occasional pawn. The men give him weird looks, not exactly knowing why one would dress up in world war 2 attire, but don't say anything, just glad for the help from the one person apparently not on a hangover.