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Post by Indiana Jones on May 27, 2007 21:52:02 GMT -5
Title: Saying Farewell
Book: One
Cast: Indy, Anne, Daniel, Henry, Willie, Marcus
Plot: The flight to Athens is a long one as our gang catches a plane only to find that the ride might be a little more awkward than they'd wanted. Indy is unaware that his father is seeing Willie Scott, both a former friend and lover (briefly). Regardless by the end of this one they'll be in Athens to meet Katherine and Jennifer.
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The sky was still clear this early evening just off campus. It was the twilight hour, the sun not quite set, but the moon not quite crested. Indy helped Bosley load a few things for the trip into his small plane. Picking up his case he slung it into the cargo hold and shook Bosley's hand. "Thanks for the flight my friend." He smiled dashingly as he leaned against the steps that led to the cabin of the plane.
His mind wandered when Bosley went to finish the preflight checklist. Standing alone at the base of the steps he saw Wilhelm standing in his peaceful gardens. It was a place that he said he could think. It was a place where his mind was free to ponder the truth in science and the difference in fact and truth. Wilhelm was a man that had so much to give to the world. His life and travels were the marvel of many in the archaeological field.
As he sat there quiet reflection had siezed the adventurer as his eyes wandered to the tarmac below. He saw the admiration that his father had for Wilhelm and felt the sadness of his loss settling on him. With a heavy sigh he waited for the others to show up, so that their flight could at least be a short one.
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Post by Anne McCoy on May 28, 2007 19:16:59 GMT -5
Anne had gone back to her house, and never made it inside. She found herself seated on the front stoop, flipping her keys between her hands, letting her mind wander. The death of Wilhelm Dorpfeld was sure to shake the very foundations of archaeology as they knew it, and already Anne could feel his absence in her little world. He had been a sweet old man, one who she had adopted (along with at least a dozen other older gents) as a grandfather. One of Anne's hobbies seems to have been collecting family members. No matter, Dorpfeld, despite the fact that he had only met Anne three or four times, seemed to be more than willing to take the little fledgling seriously, with more gravity than she had ever recieved from anyone in the field. The death of a man in favour of women's rights wasn't exactly a boost up the ladder.
By the time she had burst out of her reverie, dusk was beginning to stretch lazily across the sky, and she had to meet the others at the airfield. She quickly went into her house, gathered a thing or two into a harrassed looking sack, and flew out the door.
The Airfeild at this time of day was always a sight to be seen. The lights had been turned on, and they crisscrossed in patterns that Anne didn't understand completely, but assumed they might look different from a pilot's point of view. The clearing they had named their runway was freshly mowed, and the entire place smelled of grass and honeysuckle.
Anne had attempted to dress up for this event... after all, they were going directly to a funeral, full of important people she had never met. She had aimed for Greta Garbo, but produced something that, at best, was Greta Garbo's less fortunate sister. She wasn't one for fashion, and it showed. Regardless, she was determined not to make a fool out of herself. Not this time.
Approaching the plane, she noticed that Indy was the only one to have arrived thus far, meaning Marcus was either lost or dead. His father was always late, so no surprises there. Anne adored Henry Jones, and probably appreciated his humor more than his son. Where he annoyed Indy, Anne found him to be exceedingly entertaining.
"How long to Athens?" Anne asked, skipping formalities, "Eight hours with a good stream?"
McCoy was terrified of planes, and the shorter on one, the better.
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Post by Indiana Jones on May 28, 2007 21:51:22 GMT -5
Indy had just come out of his stupor in time to see Anne McCoy approaching. He knew quite well that planes gave her the heeby jeebies, but they were a necessary means of getting a long way quickly. He rose to greet her pulling her into an embrace that a brother would do to a sister. "Hey, How's my favorite sis?" He greeted her casually, meaning sister in the casual sense. It isn't a means that they were related, but that he was really comfortable with her.
He took off his hat and tugged his jacket up on his shoulders a little tighter. "Yes it should take about 8 hours." Indiana answered Anne's question, "He's saying there should be a good head wind," He referred to a conversation he and Bosley had earlier. "We're just waiting for dad, Marcus and Daniel now." Dr. Jones released Anne and took up her bag, placing it in the care of the pilot who placed it on the plane.
"You were able to leave a message for the teacher giving my exams tomorrow right?" He asked. "I don't envy her job, though, I might say that she'd fare a little less well than you, considering that she's only been in there twice this semester." His speech was idle for a moment, then he looked at her. "How you holdin up?" Dr. Jones assessed Anne closely. She looked as if she were deep in thought yet on the edge of a panic attack at the same time. There was concern in his tone as he patted Anne on the shoulder. "Let's get you settled in." He uttered.
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Post by Anne McCoy on May 28, 2007 22:14:06 GMT -5
Anne was taken aback by the sudden embrace, but she couldn't say that it wasn't appreciated, or welcome. Like many women before her, she couldn't attempt to deny a schoolgirl crush on her employer, and to say she didn't find his after shave intoxicating or his sudden closeness intriguing would have been false. And then: "Hey, how's my favorite sis?"
Her face turned to an expression of clear irritation, and luckily he released her before she had to push him away. She was trying to be nice, but a person can only take so much. She heaved her bag onto her shoulder, clearly no longer caring about how she looked or whether or not she pulled off Greta Garbo.
"You were able to leave a message for the teacher giving my exams tomorrow right?" he asked. She didn't answer, he continued talking. What was the point of asking her a question if he wasn't going to let her answer it, she wondered. There he goes, listening to himself talk. Psh.
"Let's get you settled in," he continued, but she was in no mood.
"I'll settle myself in, thanks," she said blankly and simply, and she got into the plane without another word.
She huffed angrily as she sat in her seat, throwing her things under her and taking out a hardcover book. She tapped idly on its shell as she contemplated the journey. She really didn't know why she was so irritated. She didn't like being treated like a little girl, that was one thing. Not only that, but she was relatively sick of being everyone's sister. What was it about her that men found so sisterly? Was it her hair? Was it the way she carried herself? She made a note to question Daniel upon their return to the states.
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Post by Daniel Jackson on May 29, 2007 0:37:24 GMT -5
Daniel made his way towards the small aircraft, shifting his battered rucksack on his shoulder as he did so. He appeared a bit disheveled, his tie uneven and his shirt vaguely looking as if it had been crunched up into a ball prior to him wearing it, but then again, he wasn't feeling at his most comfortable either.
He'd met Wilhelm Dorpfeld merely once before in passing at a lecture, but he was very familiar with the man's work. It was clearly a dark day for the field of archeology ; they had lost one of their finest.
Daniel arrived near the back of the plane just in time to see Anne storm her way inside, clearly a bit worse for wear. He shot Indy a forced friendly smile, his brows knitting together slightly with concern.
"Not taking it too well, hmm?"
He gestured towards the aircraft and shrugged slightly, hopefully indicating the fact that he was going to check on their companion.
As he boarded the plane, Daniel's vision landed on the sole occupant, who currently had her face buried in a book. He shoved his rucksack under the seat and sat down beside her, fixing her with a concerned gaze.
"Going to be alright?"
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Post by Anne McCoy on May 29, 2007 1:58:08 GMT -5
Anne looked up at Daniel, her face sent to permanent glare mode. Her face softened quickly as she remembered herself. She didn't want to come off as completely terrifying. The book snapped shut in a cloud of dust, and she sighed.
"Yeah." she replied stiffly, "Fine. I'm just... I have a headache."
She sighed again and sat back in her seat. It was equivalent to that of a dentist's office and had the same effect on her stomach. Between the people dying, unannounced plane-rides and various unnamed archaelogists ticking her off, this was not turning out to be a good day. She imagined it was worse on Dorpfeld's side.
"I'm so tired..." she muttered, stiffling a yawn, "I was up till three last night grading papers for Mr. Sensitivity out there."
She didn't know why she did the things she did. Then it occured to her that it wasn't so much of personal martyrdom as it was her paid job.
"Anyway... how are you doing? Do you have your inhaler?"
While she waited for his answer, or at least a rummaging in his rucksack to find he had once again forgotten his medication, she got up, and starting looking around the cabin.
"Hey, Bosley," Anne called out the window, "Where'd you put the liquor?"
Bosley poked his head out from under the wing, his head gleaming with dirt and sweat.
"No, Ms. M, none of that for you this time," he said wearily, "I'm on strict orders to keep you clean. I'd rather deal with a quiet nervous girl than a screaming nervous girl with a grabby attitude."
Anne rolled her eyes.
"That was ONE TIME." she said defensively, "It wasn't grabby, I was just trying to help. And that's Dr. M, thank you very much."
She returned into the cabin, looking put out now that she would actually have to get through the flight on nothing but her own nerves. She slumped back down in her seat.
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Post by Indiana Jones on May 29, 2007 22:38:31 GMT -5
Indy shot a confused look toward Anne as she stormed away. "I don't think I'll ever understand her." He relented as he watched Daniel approach. "Not taking it too well, hmm?" Daniel had said. Indiana Jones could only shrug with a bewildered sort of look in his eye as Daniel too boarded the plane. It was then that he saw Marcus approaching a short ways off. Dr. Jones stepped away to meet him.
"Marcus!" Henry Jr., to which he would NEVER answer, called to the approaching Brody.
"Dr. Jones." He puffed as he pulled his luggage behind him. "I take it your father still hasn't gotten here yet?" As Dr. Jones reached him and grabbed one of the bags.
"You tell me, that man's going to be late to his own funeral." He uttered as they both turned and headed back toward the plane.
Both men let out a short laugh knowing that Dr. Jones Sr. was famous, or imfamous for being late. As they walked up the steps to board the plane Indy heard Anne communicating with Bosley about the whereabouts of the alcohol. "Oh dear, Indiana." Said Marcus, "I think that's the last thing she needs."
"Observant." Said Indy dryly as he helped Brody settle in. His eyes glanced to the back of the plane where he saw her sitting pouting and poor Daniel trying to figure out why. Indiana was ever confused with Anne's sudden changes in mood, and he tried to cope with them as best he could. "You should have thought ahead," Said Indy as he pulled a small flask from his pocket and took a swig. He was teasing her with it as would a brother to a sister. In his last movement he sat down, and waited for the flight having no further desire to do anything further for this trip.
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Post by Señor Plot on Aug 7, 2007 19:57:19 GMT -5
Henry Jones Sr. was an older version of his son, complete with grayed beard and thingyy expression. He had seen more than Indy had seen, had been to places Indy had never been, had experienced feelings beyond what his son was capable of feeling. Of course, this gave Henry the intense need to make sure his son was perfectly aware of that.
As he approached the plane, he shook his head in dismay. It was a ramshackle machine, and had Henry been of a nervous disposition, he would have refused his own admittance.
The news that Wilhelm Dorpfeld had died was not an extreme shock to Henry, but he felt it deeply all the same. The two had experience an adventure here and there, and while they had their disagreements and couldn't be considered the best of friends, the respect was mutual. Henry dropped everything to attend the funeral, as he knew Dorpfeld would have done for him. It was impossible, however, to shake off his prior engagement.
Wilhemina Scott walked irritably behind Jones Sr., a long feathery dress dragging along behind her. Long, dangled earring were getting tangled as the wind went through her golden curls, and though her beautiful face was done up in blues and pinks to emphasize her cheekbones, her facial features seemed to be permenantly locked in Irk Mode.
"I don't see why we couldn't go to the airport," she was whining, as she hobbled along. A heel had broken a mile or so back, "This thing doesn't look like it will get a foot off the ground..."
Henry had long ago learned to tune the woman out. It was a professional hazard if one was to go around sleeping with women thirty years his junior. Henry had found Willie in New York. She had been singing at one of his favorite lounges, and she had captivated his heart as well as his wallet. Unbeknownst to him, however, he was not her first Jones.
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Post by Anne McCoy on Aug 7, 2007 20:30:21 GMT -5
Anne gritted her teeth as Indy teased her. She was already a bundle of nerves about flying, about meeting important people, about having to play mother for half the people on this plane. He didn't need to rub it in. She had found that the best way to deal with Dr. Jones was to flat out ignore him. It got a much better response than pulling his hair, which she had only done on one occsasion, the circumstances under which very few people could remember.
She simply burrowed into her seat and rested her head on the window. Outside was blue underneath the soft evening. The last pink flecks of sun were gone, but it wasn't yet dark enough to see the stars. She sighed. This was going to be a long trip.
And then she saw something that might make the whole thing bearable: Henry Jones Sr. had finally arrived. And with a new woman, no less. Rather than alert Jones to his father, Anne simply rushed herself off the plane to greet him herself. She didn't know the woman he was with, but she enjoyed being introduced to his various girlfriends. They were all amazingly entertaining.
"Hey!" she said as she disembarked the plane, "We were starting to wonder if we'd have to send out a search party."
Henry smiled as he greeted Anne with a light peck on the cheek.
"Has Junior gotten out the whip yet?" he joked, ushering his ladyfriend forth, "Anne, this is Wilhemina Scott. She's a avery talented actress and singer."
Wilhemina made a dramatic sort of 'oh, don't' gesture as Henry complimented her, but she didn't look too put out at the idea.
"Willie, this is Anne McCoy, she works with my son," Henry completed, and Anne shook the woman's hand. She couldn't help but notice that she had a very limp hand shake, like she hadn't expected to get one at all.
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Post by Indiana Jones on Sept 22, 2007 20:48:55 GMT -5
Indy was sitting at this point, waiting for his father to finally show up. He cursed the man inwardly for being so tardy to the party. He was always late. But then he saw Anne get up and practically jump off the plane to greet them as they approached he couldn't hardly help himself but to look out the window of the transport to make sure she wasn't simply changing her mind. "Ha!" He scoffed, "Figures he'd be laaa-" Before he could finish the word 'late' he noticed who had accompanied him. Willie Scott.
His mouth hung open as if he'd just seen a snake. It was TERRIBLE! Though at the same time it held a degree of greatness. Willie Scott was one place in the world that Indy had discovered before his father. This would be a wonderful trip. He shut his jaw and helped his father and Willie as well as Anne back onto the plane.
"Gee dad, what a pleasure for you to finally join us." He uttered, "And only an Hour or so late, not that it matters if we're to make decent time...I'm sure they'll hold the arrangements just because its Henry Jones' clock that's running slow." There was a hint of sarcasm.
He took off his hat and tipped his chin to Willie. "Good to see you again, Willie." He said with a charming smile. With that he turned away and took another shot out of his flask. He would need it if he were going to be able to stand this company for the entire flight. He shot a look to the back of the plane where Daniel sat silently. Never was there a time in his life that he didn't want to be Indiana Jones than now.
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