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Searching for something special [Open]

Indy did not like this ship. He did not like the meatiness. He did not like the tentacles that looked like snakes. He did not like the people who greeted him by yelling "Snake!" He did not like ~~green eggs and ham~~ the fact that he was wandering around hatless.

As much as he disliked the ship, he did like the fact that there was so much to explore on this ship. A quick look around the city revealed lost temples, old ruins, basically everything Indiana lives for.

Unfortunately, such explorations would have to wait. At least, explorations other than the weapons and possessions locker would have to wait. The good archaeologist was looking for something. Not some priceless artifact or unknown relic, he was looking for a hat. A simple, brown hat.

But it was Indy's most important possession, and he had to find it.

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Jo's rounds took her all over the ship - the City, the medbay, media library, etc etc. Of course that meant she also checked out the Weapons and Possessions locker.

Which was were she was heading right then.

Stepping inside, she did a quick sweep and immediately froze in place. Her eyes widened in complete and utter awe when she realized just who was in the room.

Friggin' INDIANA JONES!!!

"Oh. My. God." Was about all Jo could manage to say after a few minutes of intense staring. She could not believe Indiana Jones was actually standing right in front of her! She had seen ALL his movies more times than she could count!!! She seriously could have squealed at that moment!

"Dude! It's... it's... you!!"

~~Indy meet fangirl.~~

~~Oh goody.~~

Indy throws a glance over his soldier. He looks slightly perturbed, partly because his search so far is going poorly and partly because he's expecting another person to tell him he doesn't exist in the real world. It's not exactly appreciated.

He sees a young woman. He found those were generally more trouble than they're worth.

"Yes," he sounds pretty gruff (which is fairly normal for him), "it's me."

"Wow," Jo breathes out, all the while still managing to too awestruck.

Which she is - because Indiana Jones just talked to her!!!!

Calming down enough to actually do her job, she leans against the doorway. "So, what exactly are you looking for?"

"Hat," is what he manages to grunt back in between sorting through a pile of miscellaneous of, well, miscellaneous stuff.

He's not the most talkative right now.

"The hat?!" Jo asks,still grinning broadly.

The hat?! Friggin awesome! She could so rock that hat... Wait, no... She needed to concentrate at the matter at hand, Indiana Jones had lost his hat...

"I could help you look for it," she offers, sounding a little less fangirl and more normal. Still grinning like a fool, but she is trying.

Pirogoeth was wandering around because...well, she needed to walk after reading so long and didn't particularly like the sensorium besides training purposes. As such, she passed by the weapons and possession room, spotting someone out of the corner of her eye. She paused, stepping back and looking into the room.

The man seemed to be searching rather intently. She walked inside. "What art thou seeking?"

Thou? When was this girl from? Curios... had he been less concerned with headwear, he would have asked where and when she was from and perhaps asking numerous more questions until he obtained a detailed account of her culture, customs, and all other aspects of that society's lifestyle.

There were more important matters at hand, though, and Indy had to attend to them.

"A hat. Brown, about this big" he motions with his hands, "Seen it?"

Pirogoeth thought for a moment before shaking her head. "No, I do not believe so. Shall I help thine on this quest?" She offered. Not like she had anything better to do.

Indy quirks his eyebrow a little bit, but figures he might as well recruit the help of someone seemingly sane despite a strange way of speaking.

"Uh, sure."

Pirogoeth nodded and started searching the lockers. "The hat...it is important to thee?"

"Yes," understatement of the century.

Indy goes back to searching for his hat. Less talky more fining hat...y.

Pirogoeth was silent for a while as she searched. It was a shame she never learned to do a locator spell, but usually she had people who knew where stuff was.

Hopefully the hat wasn't too deep. However.... "Did thou not retrieve thine items when thee first awoke?"

Will wasn't looking for a hat. She was looking, in vain, for some real clothes, but none were turning up.

When the hatless professor entered the possessions locker, Will didn't identify him as either hatless or a professor, but since he was there, they probably had similar goals.

"Are you looking for something?" she asked, then felt silly for asking it. Of course he was! Or else what would he be doing here, enjoying the scenery?

"A hat." Indy was fairly confident that he could probably find the Ark of the Covenant in here, but even that wasn't as important as his fedora.

"What kind of hat?"

Maybe she'd seen it!

"Brown fedora."

"Classy."

But she hadn't seen one yet.

He probably did not like the look of the tail twitching on the floor as its owner pawed through a pile of the room's contents, hoping to find something belonging to her teammates. But Jeka would be one to understand the tragedy of hatlessness. None of hers were here either, although she wasn't as attached to any of them as Indiana was to his.

"Grife," she swore under her breath as she tossed a baseball cap back onto the pile. "That's not Chuck's either."

Hrm, no, it's not in this pile either. God dammit, where is that hat? A frustrated Indy finishes looking through one pile and moves onto another. No, no luck in this one either. Moving along, Indy hears some muttering behind him, but pays no attention.

He spots Jeka. He freezes.

Jeka flicked her hair back over her shoulder and scowled at the pile in front of her. She spotted an adult humanoid staring at her out of the corner of her eye and turned to face him.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

Indy is just going to stand here a few more minutes paralyzed in fear. It's not everyday he comes face to face with a giant... snake... lady thing.

"Snake," is all he can manage to say.

"Orandian, actually," Jeka said with a heavy sigh. There was a reason that she had traveled in disguise before she'd joined the Legion, and this was an example of it. At least that "snake" wasn't intended as a xenophobic comment; she could tell that much from his facial expression alone.

"For the record, I am a member of ship security, and mean you no harm."

Those words? Indy did not hear them. His brain has pretty much turned to mush at the sight of Jeka, and cannot be held responsible for anything that comes out of his mouth. It's the irrational childhood fear talking.

"You're a snake. A giant snake."

Oh God, someone help him.

Jeka sighed again and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She hadn't used to be quite this touchy about it, but ever since her transformation...

"Yes," she said. "I am. Does that bother you?"

She coiled her lower half up off of the floor as she used her flight ring to hover just a little off the floor. Then, she raised her hands to shoulder height and snapped her fingers as she slipped into the man's mind and replaced the shape he seemed to find so disturbing with a slightly modified version of the humanoid image she'd used when applying to the Legion. As far as the man would be able to tell, the snake lady would vanish and be replaced by a nineteen-year-old, pinkish-skinned girl with short white hair and a tiara, wearing the standard plantsuit. Just for show, she added a puff of pink and sparkly smoke.

"Better?"

Actually once he calms down...

"Yeah," he said with a half sigh of relief. It still bothered him that deep down she was a ~~GIANT SNAKE LADY~~ incredibly snake-like, but this would do for now.

"You're welcome," she said, tapping a toe of her illusion against the floor and filling in the appropriate sounds, to put him further at his ease.

"Jeka Wynzorr, Sensor," she introduced herself, planting a hand on her hip. They were definitely going to need to find some way to prevent him from freezing when they encountered each other in the future, since she didn't want to have to devote even a portion of her brain to casting this illusion during a fight.

"Were you looking for something?"

Lister is just searching in general. It's a combination of boredom, and curiosity that's compelling him. Currently, he's spoaching through a shelf, poking at something long, black and flat, trying to figure out what it's for, without setting his eyebrows on fire.

He's also singing to himself, rather off-key, about a plutonium miner and his daughter. He'll notice Indy in a second, if he's not told to shut up sooner.

Indy is... trying to ignore the singing man. It's not working that well. He's already annoyed by the lose of such a vital part of his wardrobe, singing really isn't helping his mood.

Luckily, he's not looking for a conflict. It would distract him from his search, so he'll deal with the singing for now.

Turning around, having not managed to injure himself with anything on the shelf, Lister spots the other searcher. He beams cheerfully, and just to make sure that a)the other man saw him and b) thinks Lister is a fool, Lister waves at him.

"Hey mate, how's it hanging?"

And here comes Blitzwing to ~~save~~ruin the day.
"So vhat are you looking for, organic?" Never mind the fact that he has a thick German accent that is somewhat incomprehensible. That's the least of your worries.
The first and foremost is probably IT'S A ROBOT WAT.

~~IT'S A ROBOT WAT.~~

For a man who's seen the power of God in action, a lot of things sure are freaking Indy out lately.

And a German one at that. He hasn't had the best experience with Germans lately. Excuse him while his face cycles through a range of expressions including "oh my God, what the hell is that," "oh God, get it the hell away from me," and "Where the hell is my whip when I need it?"

And he'll pretty much stand there with nothing to say.

~~Just to freak you out even more, Indy,~~ Random shoves his way to the front and Blitzwing promptly changes faces with a mechanical whirr.
"Zo if I push you, vill you fall over?" the Decepticon giggles maniacally, waving a servo in front of the archaeologist's face a few times. "Zat vould be funny! AHAHAHAHAHA!"
He then proceeds to laugh hysterically not unlike a hyena.

"...what?" is all the professor manages to say after that. He manages to compose himself (as much as possible at least), and look up at the Decepticon. He doesn't get what's so funny ~~then again he doesn't have much of a sense of humor.~~

"What are you?"

"A Decepticon!" Random announces cheerily. "Or if you vant to put it anozzer vay- a giant robot! Haven't you seen a giant robot before?"
Obviously not, Icy grumbles.

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