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Post by Jonathan Carnahan on Oct 29, 2006 23:38:34 GMT -5
Jonathan slung his arm over the shrivelled shoulder of a mummified man. He was a reeking, dried up fellow, but Jonathan was just too sloshed to care. A dark glass bottle of boubon in his right hand, he turned his half glazed eyes towards the dead man.
"See here, mate, this is the stuff. Makes everything...c-c-" He hiccuped. "-cryyyystal clear, eh?" He offered the bottle to his long dead companion, but the mummy didn't seem too inclined to share in the drink. "Ah, well, your loss then chap. Good stuff." He tilted his head back, downing the rest. "Now where's my baby sister..." he mumbled, along with a few strands of incoherent drunken babbling. Jonathan swayed slightly, slouching up against the old coffin.
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Post by Evie on Nov 2, 2006 0:21:58 GMT -5
Compared to you...the other plagues were a joy! When Ramses destroyed Syria - that was an accident. You...are a catastrophe! Dr. Bey's words still echoed, along with the sound of crashing bookshelves. She'd been trying to put Tuthmosis back into place, and the ladder...it really was an accident. But he'd been so angry - and after all she'd done! She was the only person within a thousand miles who could properly code and catalogue all those musty books!
Evie smoothed down her modest khaki skirt. She'd caught a glimpse of firelight through the foggy windows leading to the back of the museum. Exploration seemed a better alternative to cleaning up that disaster of ruined shelves and manuscripts spattering the floor. Her footsteps made decisive pit-pat on the stone as Evie handled one of the large torches at the entrance way to the back treasury. It was deathly silent...except...
"Jonathan!" Her brother had his arm slung around a mummy's neck. "Have you no respect for the dead?!" She was scandalized. "What are you doing?!"
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Post by Jonathan Carnahan on Nov 2, 2006 0:31:00 GMT -5
Evie's piercing cry brought a bubbled up snort of satisfaction, which he stifled with difficulty. Glazed eyes swam and fixated on the image of his sister as she glared at him. E gad. You'd think he beat some poor nameless orphan for a breadcrumb with the way she eyed him!
Nonetheless. "Evvvvviiiie!" Jonathan announced enthusiastically, drawling the words in his drunken state, "What say ye, chap?" With his free hand, he raised up the dead man's hand in a limp wave. "'Course I do." He hiccuped, leaning his head against the bony decayed shoulder. It smelled like mothballs. "What the bloody hell was Bey shoutin' about, eh? Sounded like you knocked down all the pyramids, Evie." Another drunken hiccup.
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Post by Evie on Nov 2, 2006 1:07:08 GMT -5
"Oh for goodness' sake, Jonathan!" He was drunk. Evie pushed her reading glasses up on top of her head, striding purposefully towards her brother. "Not again. Get away from him!"
She popped her brother in the side of the hand, once she got within swatting range, shooting him a disapproving glare. "Honestly, Jonathan! What happened to your dig in Thebes? Why aren't you there?" The rest of the questions - implying why he wasn't botching his own career the way he seemed prone to do with hers - interruptions and such. It stalled.
"You heard that?"
Some of the self righteous annoyance bled from Evie's face. It fell. "I...I made a bit of a mess in the library."
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Post by Jonathan Carnahan on Nov 2, 2006 17:27:30 GMT -5
"Ai! Ouch, Evie! Ev-hu-up" He hiccuped midname, staggering back from the swat. His head sort of whiplashed, but he released the mummy, instead swinging his arm around his sister's neck, giving her most of his besotted frame.
"I found something, Evie. Hadt'a come back and show you. Eh...well...hold on..." He had to switch the booze into the other hand, reaching over Evie. Then dig into the pocket of his khaki jacket. "Got it down on me dig and thought you should see it." As he was fiddling with his pockets, he snorted a laugh at her question.
"I think the whole bloody continent heard." He grimaced a bit at her confession, but squeezed her 'round the shoulders. "Eh, cheer up old mum, I'm sure it's not that bad. Heerre-yar, have a look at this." From his pocket he removed a metal box engraved with all sorts of markings. He shoved it up under his sister's nose. "Whaddya think?"
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Post by Evie on Nov 3, 2006 10:39:37 GMT -5
"Jonathan..." Evelyn complained warningly, staggering slightly under her brother's weight. "The last time you brought me a bracelet from a dig...it ended up being worthless. Spray painted iron, not an ancient trinket, and I daresay the curator is not half as amused as I am with your antics. Why can't you ju-"
He shoved the the artifact into her face; Evie recoiled at first, until her gaze focused on what it was. A small box, metal, shaped like some three dimensional hexagram. Nimbly, she snatched it from her brother's hand, sliding from underneath his arm. She cupped the artifact in her hands, eyes alight with curiosity, running her fingers over the defined designs.
"Where...did you get this?" She tilted her head, feeling alongside each smooth face of the key until -
Her fingers pushed. It clicked, blossoming like a flower to reveal a folded up piece of parchment inside. "Jonathan...you..." She was stunned. Carefully balancing the key in her palm, she pulled out the parchment. Absently offered the metal trinket back to her brother - she was more concerned with the paper. The parchment wasn't decayed - it was in perfect state. Pacing, with quivering fingers Evie unfolded it. Glimpses of color, of harsh black lines and illustration...
"Jonathan...it's a map."
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