Searching for something special [Open]

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

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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[smegging-hell.livejournal.com]

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.

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

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.

[smegging-hell.livejournal.com]

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?"