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;;i check here every so often, but with activity so low for me and no confidence with which to just throw out open starters (and no icons for shelly), there’s not much more i can do. just so you know, i can also be found H E R E !
❝ ░ INDIANA JONES; STARTER SENTENCES.
❛ You’re not the man I knew ten years ago. ❜
❛ It’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage. ❜
❛ What a fitting end to your life’s pursuits. ❜
❛ I don’t know, I’m making this up as I go! ❜
❛ You want to talk to God? Let’s go see him together, I’ve got nothing better to do. ❜
❛ Come on! Show a little backbone, will ya! ❜
❛ Snakes. Why’d it have to be snakes? ❜
❛ You can’t do this to me, I’m an American. ❜
❛ I can only say ‘I’m sorry’ so many times. ❜
❛ I oughta kill you right now. ❜
❛ Not a very private place for a murder. ❜
❛ Didn’t any of you guys ever go to Sunday school? ❜
❛ Let us hurry. There is nothing to fear here. ❜
❛ Well, _____, at least you haven’t forgotten how to show a lady a good time. ❜
❛ I’ve learned to hate you in the last ten years! ❜
❛ We never seem to get a break, do we? ❜
❛ Oh, my friends! I’m so pleased you’re not dead! ❜
❛ Please, sit down before you fall down. ❜
❛ Now… what shall we talk about? ❜
❛ It’s a transmitter, a radio for speaking to God. ❜
❛ Your persistence surprises even me. You’re going to give mercenaries a bad name. ❜
❛ Look at this. It’s worthless - ten dollars from a vendor in the street. But I take it, I bury it in the sand for a thousand years, it becomes priceless. ❜
❛ Hey, what happened? You don’t look very happy. ❜
❛ Shoot them. Shoot them both. ❜
❛ If they knew we were here, they would have killed us already. ❜
❛ Wow! Holy Smoke! Crash landing! ❜
❛ Hold on to your potatoes! ❜
❛ What kind of a name is that? Is it short for something? ❜
❛ Nothing shocks me. I’m a scientist. ❜
❛ Are you trying to develop a sense of humor or am I going deaf? ❜
❛ You’re gonna get killed chasing after your damn fortune and glory! ❜
❛ I keep telling you, you listen to me more, you live longer! ❜
❛ I hate the water… and I hate being wet… and I hate you! ❜
❛ What a vivid imagination. ❜
❛ You know how to fly, don’t you? ❜
❛ Ah, dessert! Chilled monkey brains. ❜
❛ There are two dead people in here! ❜
❛ It’s okay, kid. It’s me. ❜
❛ I had bugs for lunch. ❜
❛ I burned by fingers and I cracked a nail! ❜
❛ So what are you supposed to be, a lion tamer? ❜
❛ I’m allowing you to tag along. So why don’t you give your mouth a rest. Okay doll? ❜
❛ Ooh, what big birds! ❜
❛ You lost today, kid. But that doesn’t mean you have to like it. ❜
❛ He chose… poorly. ❜
❛ I’m like a bad penny, I always turn up. ❜
❛ Our situation has not improved. ❜
❛ Is there anyone here who speaks English? Or maybe even ancient Greek? ❜
❛ And in this sort of race, there’s no silver medal for finishing second. ❜
❛ How dare you kiss me. ❜
❛ Dance on your own time, will you? ❜
❛ Unshackle me. I’ll give you a big hug. ❜
❛ You know, for an old man you ain’t bad in a fight. ❜
❛ One of the scorpions just stung me! Am I gonna die? ❜
❛ Good thing we’re not grave robbers. ❜
❛ I took Spanish. I didn’t understand a word of that. What was it? ❜
❛ How much of human life is lost in waiting? ❜
;;okay! rules added and characters updated!
seductive deduction
tenebrixluna:
@mapdoctor
“I hear you know your way around.” There’s a coy wink that accompanies the statement. Is she flirting with him? Oooh yes– and she towers over the man by half a foot to boot. He’s right at eye level to her… neckline.
“I’ve got a thing for cartographers.” She had a thing for anything that moved, and then some– but for this particular situation, she needed a professional. The best way to keep one on the books was to keep him under boot as well.
It’s almost surprising how perfectly at home Shelly feels at these museum soirees. Perhaps it’s because he’s the undisputed, consummate expert here--and is actually TREATED as such. He’s able to smile and laugh, to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one hand and enjoy a drink in the other, to speak intelligently to intellectual people about his scholarship and his passion, and to do it all without being looked down upon. In universities he’s just a professor, his decision to forgo a doctorate degree the source of gossip and ridicule. In the field he’s just a liability, built more for the stuff of academia than for rough work in unmerciful environments.
Ah, but here--here he is adventurer, explorer, scholar without qualm.
Appreciation is sweet.
--Or at least it is until SHE saunters through the crowd and pushes her way towards him, all smoky smiles and unerring confidence. Shelly is shaken by the very sight of her: his confidence shrivels at the exact same time as his mouth turns dry, leaving him staring at her... neckline.
“I--well--that’s very--. How...how did you know I’m a cartographer?” he asks, unable to respond to her flirtation verbally. His cheeks are pink and his smile is uncertain, nervous, almost as confused as his tone.
;;i got bethany a new gamer fc. info to be left flexible but!! i’m stoked!
who wants a starter?
(please leave an ask, IM, or comment for a particular flavor/character)
;;anyone up to play?
scheming [adj] given to or involved in making secret and underhanded plans.
Are you starting to see why you’re so important? Each of us has a vital role in the Organization. Yours is collecting hearts.
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mywhataguy:
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“You bragged in the bar about being some world renown archaeologist– where’s all that bravado now, Monsieur Oberon?” The night previous had gotten a bit rowdy, he’d admit that much– but his companion had seemed far more confident with liquid courage in his veins. He needed a particular artifact to save the life of the man he loved!
If this bespectacled man had been telling tall tales, he’d have to take his business elsewhere.
“I’m on a time crunch, Monsieur. Can you help me find it or not?”
“Professeur.” The correction is given breathlessly; it’s an automatic response, months and years of being ridiculed for being the only American instructor at L’université Paris Panthéon-Sorbonne having resulted in the knee-jerk reaction or vomiting the title out. It’s much easier to sound overconfident with strong drink in his belly than it is the next day, partially hungover and fighting a very different sort of vomit than what he’s spewed already, glasses haphazardly pushed onto his face only moments before when the other man’s urgent tone secured him an invitation inside.
“Help--help....” Headache. Ugh. Shelly pressed an unconscious hand to the left half of his face, fingers soothing his headache, as he tried to think. Help. Yes. He could help. Maybe. “I...I....” His English seemed determined to stutter uselessly. “Je pense que je peux t'aider. Probably.” Well, that seemed to help. “I haven’t done fieldwork in...--have you even got a map, anything to go by?”
@rcundhouse looks a little lost…. 🗺️
She can’t help it. It’s probably a very bad reflex but the first thing she does--the very first thing--is check herself. Long hair, check. No glasses, check. Boobs, check. No new inches on her waistline, check. It’s only then that her hands fall away to stare in...in horror, honestly!...at the sight before her.
It’s Martha.
But not MARTHA Martha, not the sweet smart girl she grew to know and love over her final year of high school. It’s ROUNDHOUSE Martha, Martha from the Jungle, the Game, Jumanji. Half-dressed, badass, beat-’em-up Martha. And this is wrong, wrong, wrong, especially one whole year later, especially in her new college dormroom, especially when she’s not in the game, not in the game, not in the game! obviously still herself.
Bethany lets go of a shuddering breath and feels it catch in her throat anyway, blue eyes welling with tears and button nose starting to burn.
“Martha? Is that...you?”
@hardingsister looks a little lost.... 🗺️
“You’re--.” Bartholomew’s name is on the tip of his tongue when a group of passersby--deep in conversation in their native language and hardly paying any attention to a pair of obvious outsiders--come between them. It’s as if he’s seeing double for a moment: Shelly had only had the pleasure of Judy’s company momentarily, but he was hardly likely to forget her appearance, any more than he was to forget her husband’s. The girl was...well. A breathtaking blend of the two.
And certainly young. Younger than he had expected from their correspondence (phone lines here were damned unreliable). From the way Bartholomew spoke of her there was no doubting Elle’s competence: if only that were a guarantee of success in the trial to come.
The passersby cleared and Shelly elbowed his way to the girl’s side rather impatiently, tugging at his vest and sending a strange look after them. They seemed to be in an awful hurry.... With a huff, Shelly turned his attention back to the matter at hand.
“You’re Bartholomew’s daughter, aren’t you? He spoke very highly of you. I’m sorry we had to meet under these circumstances, Elle. I’m Professor Sheldon Oberon--good friend of your father’s. It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”
;; let’s try again. starter/ask/plotting call!
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Give my muse three names and they will say which one they will wed, which one they’d bed and which one they’d behead.
Anonymously or not, tell me who you ship my muse with.
“Do you hear something?”
🗺️ Haunted History 🗺️
“Damn. I was really hoping you wouldn’t hear that.”
Mostly because NOW the creepy sounds were real and not just the confused echoes of a teenaged conscience recently vacated from a body that, prior to the teenager, had been a largely uninhabited shell. Shelly took a deep breath and nervously shook out his hand, the other coming to rest uneasily against his hip.
“I guess we gotta go check that out now, huh?”Please say no, please say no, please say no.
;;anyone up to play?
