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?"

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

"Of course I can read, see!" He thrust his own datapad at Jones. The script there looks very much like Chinese characters.

"Just...not whatever that is. The Roman alphabet or whatever you called it."

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

Indy inspected the datapad. He thought he recognized the language, though his Chinese was a bit rusty and this looked a bit... different. "What language is that, kid?"

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

"Uh...huh. I dunno. Why would you need a name for a language? It's not like there's more than one. I just read it. And speak it, of course." He shrugged.

"And stop calling me kid. I'm not a kid!"

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

"...yeah, kid," He is totally not bitter about being called 'Junior' repeatedly in his youth, nope never, "There is more than one language. There's hundreds upon thousands of them."

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

"Not where I come from, old man. There's just the one. Shows what you know." Sokka, master of Sarcasm is in the house.

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

"What? Where do you come from, kid?"

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

"The South Pole, Southern Water Tribe. Duh."

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

"Never heard of it," and Indy would have heard of it.

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

"Probably because you're not from my world. You do know we're all from different worlds, right?" He crossed his arms smugly.

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Right," Indy mumbled. He still wasn't used to this multiverse thing.

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. Who's good? Sokka! Sokka is good. If he weren't concerned with looking mature, he'd do a little victory arm pump.

"Which explains why you've never heard of us. Or our language. And why I've never seen yours."

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

He nodded, "Sure thing, kid."

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

"I'm not a kid, sheesh! You gotta stop with the kid thing..."

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

"Fine. How old are you?"

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

"Sixteen. An adult and a warrior of the Water Tribe. I planned the invasion of the Fire Nation, you know." Sure, it didn't work. But this guy doesn't need to know that.

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

"Sixteen? Still a kid," sure at that age Indy had gone on an already amazing amount of adventures, was participating in the Mexican Revolution, and would enlist in the Belgian Army to fight in WWI the following year, but Sokka didn't need to know that. "Come back in a couple years and talk to me about it then."

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

"I am not a kid!" Okay, now this was getting annoying.

[prof-indiana.livejournal.com]

This was going nowhere fast. "If I stop calling you kid will you go away?"

[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."