The Lost Archaeologist [Open]

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

...cake? Where was that cake? Wait... that wasn't right. There was no cake. It was a dream. Yeah, a dream. That works. Indiana slipped out of his sleeping pod; he noted that the rest of these were strangely empty. How long was he asleep? He got the feeling that he'd missed something big.

However, Indy didn't care too much about the matters of the ship. He shrugged off any odd suspicions and headed to his might-as-well-be-home on the ship, the media library. He settled in with a datapad containing some ancient texts good thing he practiced his Latin subjunctives

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[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

Sokka had been brushing up on the technical terms for sword styles when the older guy with a cool hat had come in. He'd watched the guy for a short while before meandering over, peeking over his shoulder at the latin. Of course, it was all Greek to Sokka, who was used to characters, not an alphabet.

"....What does all of that mean?"

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

"Arma virumque cano," Indy started off without looking up, "I sing of arms and a man... It's the first line of the Aeneid."

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

"Oh. What's the Aeneid?"

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

Something Indy was forced to read so many times as a child, he's got it memorized, "It's an epic poem by Virgil. It tells the story of a Trojan and his long journey to Italy and eventually becomes the ancestor of the Romans. It served as a political promoter for the Emperor Augustus and gave a more unified history to the Romans."

Yes, he did just rattle that off. Don't look now, Indy, but your academic is showing.

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

Sokka raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know what any of that stuff meant except for 'epic poem,' 'long journey,' and maybe the political thing. Sorry." He shrugged and scratched at his head.

"I don't quite understand how your writing works there. It seems like a lot of the characters repeat themselves..."

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

"It's just Latin, kid. The Roman alphabet, probably adapted from the Cumaean alphabet, an early variant of Greek. It's used by the Romance languages and modern English. Unless..." Indy paused, "Can't you read?"

[medicalmind.livejournal.com]

The medbay was getting pretty crowded, with people in and out all the time looking to find one person or another, so Scarlet found herself needing to take refuge in other parts of the ship for a little bit of quiet.

Fortunately, the media library was always a good place for that, and it'd give her the opportunity to attempt to do some research on the little project she'd been helping Luis with.

The information on the viruses they were working with wasn't exactly copious, but she pulled up everything Stacy had in her database on the Umbrella Corporation's research, and moved distractedly to find somewhere to settle while she started tapping her fingers over the data pad. Unfortunately reading and walking is not always something a person should do, and not a talent Scarlet had mastered, which explained why when she passed by Indiana she accidentally bumped into his seat.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

Indy did not appreciate interruptions. He glanced up at the source and, oh, well this lovely lady didn't mean harm.

"Not a problem, miss," Charming.

[medicalmind.livejournal.com]

She smiled, a little awkwardly, and was about to make a run for it when what was on his datapad caught her eye and her curiosity overruled the slight embarrassment from unwittingly crashing into a stranger.

"I'm sorry again but, is what you're reading in Latin?" She was aware of the ship's translator engines, but she doubted that this guy was from Ancient Greece. He didn't have the look of what she'd imagine from the time period. Which either meant someone who was a history geek or just a very overzealous scholar. And since she didn't see any rudimentary formulas or medical terms (which would've immediately jumped out at her) she doubted he was a physician brushing up on the terminology.

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

A nod. He was slightly impressed, it didn't seem like many on this ship would recognize a dead language (even one as prominent as Latin). "It is. You've studied it?"

[medicalmind.livejournal.com]

"A little. I'm far from fluent, but I took a few classes in college." It took way more than what she'd studied, but she'd mostly just taken the classes to gain a better understanding of the language as a whole and so she wouldn't butcher pronunciations of whatever she was studying in her medical classes.

[wantstobebatman.livejournal.com]

Indy gets a few minutes of peace at first. But after a little while a balaclava clad head pops up over his shoulder and the ninja who's been behind him for about 20 minutes makes himself known.

"Whatcha readin?"

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

Indy's head tipped up. He's surprised (and a little bit confused).

"What? Where the hell- The Aeneid."

[wantstobebatman.livejournal.com]

"Ooh. Long read." Doc raised a brow. "Any particular reason?"

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

The real reason was it was something he recognized.

But Jones just shrugged, "I found it and decided to read it."

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

With nothing to do since she'd been told she couldn't have one of the zombie bodies to study, Temperance found herself in the media library reading up on various articals pertaining to several different planets take on forensic anthropology.

She glanced up seeing the man enter the room and her eyebrows furrowed. He looked so familiar but she had no idea why. Never one to leave anything unanswered, she pushed her chair back and moved over to where the man was.

"I think I recognize you," she said, eyeing him a little. "Who are you?" No, Temperance is anything but subtle.

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

Indy looked up from his datapad. He quirked an eyebrow slightly, he was sure he'd never met this woman before. Well... he was pretty sure they've never met. Sometimes he can't keep track, he's a popular man...

"Indiana Jones," straightforward answer for a straightforward question.

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

She thinks for a minute and shakes her head. The name's familiar too! But she still has no idea why. She takes a seat, folds her hands on the table surface and studies him intently. "What do you do? Maybe I know you somehow through your occupation."

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

Indy is kind of sort of moderately creeped out by you, Brennan. "I'm a professor of archaeology."

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

Don't worry Indy, she's use to it.

Her eyebrows perk up in interest. "Really? I'm a forensic anthropologist." She holds her hand out to him, "Doctor Temperance Brennan." Incase he didn't realize it, she's very proud of her title.

"Where do you teach? Perhaps I've attended one of your lectures, and that's where I recognize you from."

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

"Barnett College, before that I was at Marshall for awhile." Ring any bells?

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

Blitzwing is quiet for once, searching for something interesting to read.
He eventually gives up on this and simply leans over Indiana's shoulder. The archaeologist may notice a looming shadow, not dark enough to block his view of the text, but very noticeable.

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

Indy is steadily getting better at dealing with all the strange things on the ship, which includes giant robots. He glances up, he only stares for a moment before offering a (relatively) calm, "Can I help you?"

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

"Not really," the giant robot replies nonchalantly. "I vas just looking for somezhink to read, und jour text seems interesting enough. Vhat is it?"
He continues to scan the text lazily, not really inclined to go anywhere.

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

"Latin," he answers plainly. "The Aeneid specifically."