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Dinah Laurel Lance ([personal profile] serinusniger) wrote in [community profile] shatterverse2008-06-20 05:49 pm
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This is a totally logical and sensible way to do things. Shut up.

The way is: Dinah has a whole list of cities and places she wants to visit, including all over the United States; California, Pennsylvania, even Kansas, as she hasn't yet thoroughly investigated Keystone City.

She's starting in Greece.

This is, she claimed, because it's her vacation and she's always wanted to vacation in Europe and soak up the Mediterranean sun. But it's really because she's much less worried and apprehensive about what she'll find on Themiscyra than, for example, Star City, California. She hasn't even decided what she wants to find, but she can handle not finding it better if she starts with the Amazons.

Zinda's gone off to look at Egypt, after dropping Dinah off at an abandoned airfield. For some reason island-hopping on her own in a tiny plane is easier than admitting to Lady Blackhawk she doesn't know exactly which island is which on this world. Also, it feels more like a vacation.

[identity profile] fuckin-snakes.livejournal.com 2008-06-20 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Indy still hasn't figured out that this isn't his world. He's far too distracted by the fact that this island he's ended up on is FUCKING AMAZING, half of the buildings look as if they could have been abandoned decades ago, not centuries. And the artefacts. . . He's going to have a field day when he gets back, debunking theories right left and center. Not that any of his colleagues will listen to him, as usual - but Indy will know. Hah.

[identity profile] fuckin-snakes.livejournal.com 2008-06-20 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Indy is currently shoulder-deep in a hole. This happens on a fairly regular basis, and, unsurprisingly, h can't hear a thing.

Oblivious. Completely.

[identity profile] fuckin-snakes.livejournal.com 2008-06-20 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
He's whistling quite happily to himself, as he pulls out of his hole and dusts off an interesting piece of pottery.

Still oblivious. Naturally. We wouldn't want to ruin the dramatic impact!

[identity profile] fuckin-snakes.livejournal.com 2008-06-20 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Indy decides that the piece of pottery isn't, in fact, as interesting as he'd thought, and rather carelessly puts it back where he found it. Then, he cocks his head. Wait, what's that noise? Sounds like people - and as far as he knows, he's the only person here. Excellent, they should be able to give him some directions.

He slings his bag over his shoulder, and sets off towards the noise.

[identity profile] fuckin-snakes.livejournal.com 2008-06-20 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Indy trots around a corner, and freezes. One woman, a bunch of guys. They're armed, she doesn't seem to be. It's an easy decision to make.

Luckily, he's behind the guy holding the gun on the woman - or rather, the man who was holding the gun - because Indy's whip has just snapped it out of his hand, and Indy is pulling his own gun and stepping behind the cover of a pillar.

[identity profile] fuckin-snakes.livejournal.com 2008-06-20 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Hold on. . . what just happened?

Indy blinks, and steps out from behind his pillar, keeping the remaining men covered.

"I guess maybe you don't actually need my help after all," he drawls, impressed.

[identity profile] fuckin-snakes.livejournal.com 2008-06-20 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're welcome," he says, holstering his gun and coiling the whip.

"Any idea what they were up to, other than the obvious?"

[identity profile] fuckin-snakes.livejournal.com 2008-06-20 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why not?" He says. "I don't have anything better to do."

He turns over the nearest unconscious body with a grunt, and begins binding his hands between his back. With his own shirt. Poetic justice, no?

[identity profile] fuckin-snakes.livejournal.com 2008-06-20 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"No way," he says, disgusted.

"Rabble like that. Nope - Indiana Jones, at your service - I'm an archaeologist. They, by the looks of it, are looters."

[identity profile] fuckin-snakes.livejournal.com 2008-06-20 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Wait, who? Indy looks at her, wondering why she's using a fake name - or if her parents really did call her. . . but she had just. . . nah.

"You're welcome," he says again. "Not that you needed me."

[identity profile] fuckin-snakes.livejournal.com 2008-06-20 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Indy lets her get on with her kicking, and opens the bag.

His eyes get rather round.

Oh. My.

[identity profile] fuckin-snakes.livejournal.com 2008-06-20 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, that's polite," Indy says dryly, looking up from the treasures (and they really are treasures) to eye the man coldly.

"Watch your mouth or you'll lose a few more teeth."

[identity profile] fuckin-snakes.livejournal.com 2008-06-20 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)
If she is who she says she is, then yeah. She could whup Indy's ass.

Hold on, what?

Indy frowns at her. Either she's crazy (which he judges to be fairly likely, all things considered) or he's missed something being away from civilisation for a few days.