high_milage

INDIANA JONES Indy's what if will be that his wife never died in the plane crash over South Amaerica. That's right ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Henry Jones was married- to one of his students in fact, a woman named Deidre Campbell.

So, at this point he has been married to her for eleven years and since I'm not too big on making OC's, they don't have any children. She's joined him on most of his adventure (replacing the Indy Girls in those- but he still know Marion) He's decently less bitter and actually focuses more on his classes and teaching at Marshall. He'll remember the peeps and stuff from DDD, but his flirtation will be less serious and more teasing then anything else.

Well- looks like all of Marions hard work is about to pay off. The Raven's nest looks absolutely wonderful; should have guessed she go with an Egyptian theme though.

As her not so silent partner I'm pretty happy with everything. Opening night is in two days; take this as an open invitation to show up. Can't promise anything exciting but it'll help sales.

[voice- he's to angry/annoyed to type]

Those bureaucratic, hypocritical fools. They send me half away across the world; to face the German Warmacht in Cairo. Dig up one of the greatest discoveries of modern times- nearly wind up dead (several times) and then they have the gall to tell me they've picked someone else to study the findings?!

[*annoyed sigh followed by something hitting the table.*]

I followed the clues, I raided the Nazi camp- I fought Belloq and nearly wound up snake food. Then I get home to find that the government has reassigned it. Damn it.

*softer, still annoyed but less anger.* They have no idea what they have, so much power...Brody was right. It needs to be carefully studied and handled. The Ark...they have no idea what it can do. I saw what it can do- I just hope they at least glanced at that report...

[*There's a female voice in the background, obviously worried about Indy hitting the table.*]

*Softer, like it's said away from the mic* I'm fine Marion!

I come back from a trip to Cairo to find total chaos running around this place. What the hell happened around here?

Princess Zelda, Meg- hell anyone want to clue me in?

((have a pissy Indy- he thinks Marion is dead and had just heard of what jack did- enjoy ^-^))

The two ladies who helped my 'nephew' Jack Frost- can I have a word?

[locked from Jack]

I want to say you two would probably give me more information then he would.

They found it...at least they really think they did. The Ark...but it's just a legend there can't be any actual fact to it...

So now I have to fly to Nepal and talk to her again. This is going to be the hardest part of the trip- I don't expect to come back unscathed. All I need to do is beat the Cazi's to the Headpiece of Ra, fly to cairo- find Tanis, locate the Ark, dig it up and bring it back to the States.

...right.

( [Private//Hackable by close friends] )

How can it be nearly one hundred twenty degrees in Connecticut...In the winter? I'm not one to jump to conclusion but I get the feeling by looking around this journal thing, I'm not the only one.

So classes are canceled- but that's not the worse of it. This sudden shift of weather has sent several students to the hospital. Not everyone is used to desert temperatures.

I'll tell you what- this is infinitely better then being a woman. I -remember- being this big.

Still can't look at snakes though- guess this one just makes you look like a two-pint. OH well.

I'm tempted to have Brody find my father so I can show him this. I think your thirty-six year old son suddenly loosing twenty-six years of growth would make anyone raise an eyebrow. Even him.

It had been a long tract through the jungles, the sun high by the time they reached the deeper parts. Of course, compared to how hard it had been trying to wake up Jack! The walk through the jungle was like a walk in the park. Indy had gone a little serious, keeping his eyes on Satipo and Barranca- the native porters weren't a problem. They had no loyalties.

He stopped on a small hill, watching the others head slowly down; he needed to find some sort of marker. Forrestal had mentioned the Chachapoyan markers that lined the jungle leading to the temple; but several centuries of over growth was making it hard to spot these markers.

Wiping the sweat from his brown he glanced up at the sound of a screaming porter; seeing the first marker he let a grim smile go across his face. They were on the right tract.

((white is brody <3))
*There's the sound of clinking glasses, a rather old sounded radio plays a cop drama in the background.*
"I am surprised Henry, you going out for a holiday? And in full spirits too."

"I don't know Marcus- the kid put the holiday in me. You think this looks like a pirate?"

"Not quite Errol but I see what you're going at. Well Henry, I've my own face to parade about the town. I'll see you Monday."

"*chuckle* By Marcus." *There is a sound of a door closing as Henry shuffles around, the radio still echoing behind him. There was a silence before Indy chuckles.*

"This should do for that ball..."

Mindy's was always a nice place to come for a quiet cup of coffee- and the best Cheesecake on Broadway. At least that would be Sky Masterson's honest opinion, for to which no man could rightly argue. So was such he found himself seated at a booth, wondering what was to happen between him arriving and him leaving.

There was much talk of a floating crap game with one Nathan Detroit, a respectable scoundral to be sure.

Finishing his coffee, the high roller stood up, taking a beat up fedora and starting out for the door.

I'm back to normal!!! I never thought I'd be so happy to be a man!

I've been in my tent since this started- Sallah's been by at least fifteen times. I think he's gotten it into his head that I've come down with some sort of jungle fever.

I really wish that was the case- I'd at least still be a MAN. *sigh* Brody's gonna love this...now comes the part of trying to get back to the states. Henry isn't exactly a common girls name.

The snow had melted for the most part, a few shady patches still held some stark white within. Indiana for his part had spent the day mostly dealing with back work, since the snow had prevented anyone from leaving the warmth of the tents. One does not exactly pack for new England winters when going to India after all.

He glanced outside, enjoying the chill breeze that was blowing through the camp. It was just past sundown, the night creatures of the jungle starting to awaken and fill the air with noise. He'd put in for a jeep into town for the night, hopefully this time things would go as planned.

Now it was just a matter of waiting for Jack Frost- and despite the overwhelming evidence, it was still hard to believe that the guy might be the -actual- Jack Frost.

It was hot and humid, the air feeling sticky and almost tangible, as the sounds of birds and animals echoed around him. The only other sound was the Tex Ritter song playing off Dr. Jones' record player. That and the sound of a pen scratching against paper. He'd been exploring the tunnels and mazes beneath the temple for two months now, getting an idea of just how many variants these paths had.

What he'd been searching for though was still just out of his grasp- the chamber where the Jewel of Power was said to reside in. If he could find this supposed power source he would be able to understand the entire temple better. How the ancients managed to create the complex mechanisms that changed the paths and basically made the entire temple spring to life when the tourists would pass over the temples threshold. It would give him something to at least taper off the increasingly long lines of tourist waiting to get in to see the magic of Sallah's little ride.

For now though he focused on the maps he had been drawing up, as well as the translations of the runes scattered throughout the temple. He sat back, removing his reading glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. The Gates of Doom- that's where everything said the road to the jewel was hidden behind.

Once he found those gates, it would be a (probably not to) simple matter of exploring the few remaining tunnels- and avoiding any snakes.

Since I completely fail at being able to find AIM addresses I shall post this!

Hey shorts! Are you interested in RLing the Temple of Mara thing? For gits and shiggles? :D

You'd think that a place like Marshall College would want to -keep- it's professors in the classrooms. Well- I think Brody has inhaled too many ancient dust mites because after finals are over; I'm off to Southeast Asia to try and explore an ancient temple that's just been un-earthed thanks to the rainy season.

The locals say it's a temple to the God Mara- supposedly he grants wishes. The problem is it's been opened as a tourist trap- literally. So now I'm off to save a bunch of idiots that have no idea what they're getting themselves into. Hopefully it's just a few tours that took a wrong turn into a burial chamber...

Who am I kidding they've probably turned it into some sort of ride; those things are big right now thanks to Coney Island and it's Cyclone coaster idea.

((OOC: yes xD The Disneyland ride in Adventureland is considered Indiana Canon and happened in July of 1935. And being a huge Disney fan- it had to be done.))

Magic...sacrifices.. I don't believe it. It's impossible, but...I saw it with my own two eyes. Hell I experienced it and nearly got Willie and Shorty killed.

No.

Magic isn't real, least not in my reality. Voodoo, shamans, blood rituals- it's insane. I've been trying to figure out a logical explanation. Maybe some sort of hallucinogenic or smoke and mirrors! I don't know...I just...it can't be real.

It can't...

( locked to shorty )

((OOC: random idea- how about we stick Shorty into the other movies. Kinda canon re-write if you will. Up to you Kate!))