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A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. A dog's gotta doo what a dog's gotta doo.
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I am not set on the location. I have scenarios for a few other locations as well.
Kalispell, MT (more of a western flavor public school)
Carson, CA (big city, but not quite inner city public school)
Long Beach, CA (big city, more upscale than Carson but same general area - has been used in a number of films for Hollywood)
I am not set on the location. I have scenarios for a few other locations as well.
Kalispell, MT (more of a western flavor public school)
Carson, CA (big city, but not quite inner city public school)
Long Beach, CA (big city, more upscale than Carson but same general area - has been used in a number of films for Hollywood)
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You are halfway there - in the middle.
phs.pusdk12.org
School Starts 8/14/2018, a Tuesday. (We can start Day 1, or skip a little.)
It is the start of yet another year of high school - Junior year - at Paradise High School (Paradise, CA). Paradise is a town in northern California. The area is pretty rural.
Your Character
Who are you? The new girl? The popular girl? Mathlete? Daddy’s “little” girl who can do no wrong and no boy will ever be good enough?
Yes, you will need a CS with a good pic (no animated gifs please).
My Character
images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5000…
Whichever you are, the school is graced by a new face - a boy. But he looks like a real fixer upper. He’s a junior like you. Tall (6’2” and growing still) and would probably be athletic and even handsome if not for a number of flaws that will soon make him a social pariah. He looks like he was a stunt double look alike for the 17 Again star, Zac Efron. Only his face looks like he lost a major fight or had a close brush with death perhaps a month or so ago. He walks with a limp (left hip). He wears blue jeans, black T shirt (one size too big), and wears leather fingerless gloves.
His class schedule is:
Guitar III
US History - Geography
AP Physics
AP Calculus
Lunch
English
PE
(I am NOT going to require we stick to the classes listed on the website. The class schedule is useful though. I can even alter my character’s course choices slightly - like non AP instead of AP if you want them to share a class or two in their course load.)
He lives about 6 miles north of Paradise in the small town of Magalia (just moved there) and takes the bus.
NPC’s
Also, we will need some regularly appearing NPC’s. Just pics and a brief description works here. If we do this via forum we can add them to the OOC folder. Otherwise we’ll need to figure something out.
Teachers (We can use the real ones or make our own. I only used the real school as reference material.)
Remember, the area is a bit rural, so inner city problems will not be likely.
Some bullies.
Jocks
Cheerleaders, pop chicks.
Etc.
Posting
I am looking for a dedicated writer with a modest degree of sophistication. I work a 70 hour work week, so I don’t hang out online. I do check for replies throughout a day, but usually don’t have time to respond until I am done with work. Some days I am simply too tired to think or sick (old age getting to me). And I am one of those people that prefers to write a response in one sitting. (Otherwise I lose my train of thought when I pick it back up.) Posts a week apart won’t hold my interest.
You are halfway there - in the middle.
phs.pusdk12.org
School Starts 8/14/2018, a Tuesday. (We can start Day 1, or skip a little.)
It is the start of yet another year of high school - Junior year - at Paradise High School (Paradise, CA). Paradise is a town in northern California. The area is pretty rural.
Your Character
Who are you? The new girl? The popular girl? Mathlete? Daddy’s “little” girl who can do no wrong and no boy will ever be good enough?
Yes, you will need a CS with a good pic (no animated gifs please).
My Character
images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5000…
Whichever you are, the school is graced by a new face - a boy. But he looks like a real fixer upper. He’s a junior like you. Tall (6’2” and growing still) and would probably be athletic and even handsome if not for a number of flaws that will soon make him a social pariah. He looks like he was a stunt double look alike for the 17 Again star, Zac Efron. Only his face looks like he lost a major fight or had a close brush with death perhaps a month or so ago. He walks with a limp (left hip). He wears blue jeans, black T shirt (one size too big), and wears leather fingerless gloves.
His class schedule is:
Guitar III
US History - Geography
AP Physics
AP Calculus
Lunch
English
PE
(I am NOT going to require we stick to the classes listed on the website. The class schedule is useful though. I can even alter my character’s course choices slightly - like non AP instead of AP if you want them to share a class or two in their course load.)
He lives about 6 miles north of Paradise in the small town of Magalia (just moved there) and takes the bus.
NPC’s
Also, we will need some regularly appearing NPC’s. Just pics and a brief description works here. If we do this via forum we can add them to the OOC folder. Otherwise we’ll need to figure something out.
Teachers (We can use the real ones or make our own. I only used the real school as reference material.)
Remember, the area is a bit rural, so inner city problems will not be likely.
Some bullies.
Jocks
Cheerleaders, pop chicks.
Etc.
Posting
I am looking for a dedicated writer with a modest degree of sophistication. I work a 70 hour work week, so I don’t hang out online. I do check for replies throughout a day, but usually don’t have time to respond until I am done with work. Some days I am simply too tired to think or sick (old age getting to me). And I am one of those people that prefers to write a response in one sitting. (Otherwise I lose my train of thought when I pick it back up.) Posts a week apart won’t hold my interest.
James thought for a minute, then shook his head. “It’s too early in the day for that. How about we finish setting our canvas and set the sectors we want to work this trip? Then maybe we can talk about it over dinner. I am afraid my theories are the stuff of novels as well. But I have a few facts to back them up - just enough to get us in trouble if we wanted to write a good sci fi.”
But he smiled faintly and walked over for a sample bag and a coated rod for taking a scraping. He brought it over and handed it to her. “But how about we get that scraping first? Sooner we get it, less chance of contamination.” As soon as she had a good hold of the bag he grabbed her by her upper legs just above the knees and lifted effortlessly nearly as far as he could lift. It was plenty. He had been right. Just sitting on his shoulders wouldn’t have been quite enough - short by a couple feet. When he lowered her he let her drop a few feet catching her effortlessly under her arms. He smiled again faintly. His eyes had rested on her key feature that attracted most men for just a moment.
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He was all business for the next few hours, a hard worker, professional. Perhaps the woman had gotten more of what she bargained for than she hoped. But the truth was James was just a private man. He had to be. There was noone else like him on Earth. Finally it was time for dinner. Their sectional tent had one compartment each for the pair, plus a common area as well as a portable privy. To James it was overly luxurious, but also a necessity as it offered a protected spot to study finds.
James started up dinner, something else he found amusing. Times had certainly changed. In his youth the woman would have done all the cooking. But he was trying to blend.
“So my Pathfinder. First, let’s make a timeline.” He had opened up his laptop to a timeline he had already created.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Template:Human_…
4.0 MYA stone tools comparable to those found in the 3.4 MYA find of the Lower Awash Valley in Ethiopia were discovered in the 18th century . The records were lost but Charles Darwin once mentioned them in a letter to a friend. This letter is no longer on record.
3.2 MYA Fire use discovered at a site. But the age of the site was largely contested. The oldest confirmed site of fire use is 1.5 MYA. Mentioned in the journal of the Egyptologist Sir William Matthew Flinders Petrie but lost to time.
1.5 MYA Cooking use. Here. If the tests confirm that cooking was done. The earliest confirmed cooking is 790 kYA.
750 kYA Clothing found - furs laced together. But clothing has only been confirmed as old as 72 kYA.
A few other sites were also mentioned. Two were the sites Harie had referred to in her research. One was one she had yet to see. Most of the ones on the list were unknown locations lost to time. But it was very clear that James had done his own research. But much would never be accepted in a dissertation.
“Before you say it, I know. Lack of substantiation. I’d be laughed out of any university if I tried to use this list for anything BUT a work of fiction. But do you see the pattern. And look at the path through time.”
He traced his finger along the path up out of Africa. Tool use during the time of Australopithecus. Then his Pathfinder uses fire on his way out of Africa along the Nile - over a million years ahead of his time.
“Are you seeing the pattern. He is behaving like Homo Erectus during the time of Homo Habilis. It is as though he is a step ahead along the evolutionary ladder. Clothing over half a million years ahead of the rest of mankind. So it begs the question: is he one man living forever like Methuselah? Or does ever generation produce an evolutionary progenitor? Or is HE the progenitor somehow?”
James shrugged. “You asked. Like I said. It makes for an interesting fiction.”
But he smiled faintly and walked over for a sample bag and a coated rod for taking a scraping. He brought it over and handed it to her. “But how about we get that scraping first? Sooner we get it, less chance of contamination.” As soon as she had a good hold of the bag he grabbed her by her upper legs just above the knees and lifted effortlessly nearly as far as he could lift. It was plenty. He had been right. Just sitting on his shoulders wouldn’t have been quite enough - short by a couple feet. When he lowered her he let her drop a few feet catching her effortlessly under her arms. He smiled again faintly. His eyes had rested on her key feature that attracted most men for just a moment.
images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/image…
He was all business for the next few hours, a hard worker, professional. Perhaps the woman had gotten more of what she bargained for than she hoped. But the truth was James was just a private man. He had to be. There was noone else like him on Earth. Finally it was time for dinner. Their sectional tent had one compartment each for the pair, plus a common area as well as a portable privy. To James it was overly luxurious, but also a necessity as it offered a protected spot to study finds.
James started up dinner, something else he found amusing. Times had certainly changed. In his youth the woman would have done all the cooking. But he was trying to blend.
“So my Pathfinder. First, let’s make a timeline.” He had opened up his laptop to a timeline he had already created.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Template:Human_…
4.0 MYA stone tools comparable to those found in the 3.4 MYA find of the Lower Awash Valley in Ethiopia were discovered in the 18th century . The records were lost but Charles Darwin once mentioned them in a letter to a friend. This letter is no longer on record.
3.2 MYA Fire use discovered at a site. But the age of the site was largely contested. The oldest confirmed site of fire use is 1.5 MYA. Mentioned in the journal of the Egyptologist Sir William Matthew Flinders Petrie but lost to time.
1.5 MYA Cooking use. Here. If the tests confirm that cooking was done. The earliest confirmed cooking is 790 kYA.
750 kYA Clothing found - furs laced together. But clothing has only been confirmed as old as 72 kYA.
A few other sites were also mentioned. Two were the sites Harie had referred to in her research. One was one she had yet to see. Most of the ones on the list were unknown locations lost to time. But it was very clear that James had done his own research. But much would never be accepted in a dissertation.
“Before you say it, I know. Lack of substantiation. I’d be laughed out of any university if I tried to use this list for anything BUT a work of fiction. But do you see the pattern. And look at the path through time.”
He traced his finger along the path up out of Africa. Tool use during the time of Australopithecus. Then his Pathfinder uses fire on his way out of Africa along the Nile - over a million years ahead of his time.
“Are you seeing the pattern. He is behaving like Homo Erectus during the time of Homo Habilis. It is as though he is a step ahead along the evolutionary ladder. Clothing over half a million years ahead of the rest of mankind. So it begs the question: is he one man living forever like Methuselah? Or does ever generation produce an evolutionary progenitor? Or is HE the progenitor somehow?”
James shrugged. “You asked. Like I said. It makes for an interesting fiction.”
Honestly, after over 2 weeks without a response I got myself into a couple 1x1's. I also created a different sort of superhero RP a few days ago. But, it is for non-powered superheroes. I can't so both. This latter one is a little easier to run as the metahuman presence isn't so heavy.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/172772-eve…
I can manage ONE, but not both. I work a 70 hour week myself, so I have to be careful not to over commit.
roleplayerguild.com/topics/172772-eve…
I can manage ONE, but not both. I work a 70 hour week myself, so I have to be careful not to over commit.
James looked up at the ceiling of the cave. He had set his fire so that the smoke wouldn’t gather inside the cave, but drift out. That was about 2 MYA ago if the tests were accurate so far. He really didn’t know. But the initial discovery had indicated two sets of artifacts from completely different times.
“Well, I can lift you up. But to be honest I’m not sure you will be able to reach the ceiling even then. I think you’ll still be a couple feet short. I don’t suppose you were ever a cheerleader and feel brave enough to stand on the shoulders of a giant?” He smiled. I can probably just do a lift. As to the canvas, this place appeared to have relics from two very different eras spanning a million years or more. The older finds are going to have been trampled on repeatedly. I wouldn’t get your hopes up. But I would just checkerboard the site. Leave no land unsearched.
“If you want to go for strategy, then we need to walk a mile in the shoes of our subjects - not that they actually wore shoes.” He walked around the cave carefully sniffing the air and examining the ceiling of the cave with intelligent eyes. Then he pointed. “The fire was over there. See how the ground dips. Natural pit. This is where he slept. That rock,” he pointed at a large landscaping sized rock. “He laced his spear and gear there.”
James walked to the cave exit. “Out there was a small lake or large pond. A stream ran through it. He probably made natural fish traps made with stones. If to, we might find some fish bones …. “ he pointed again, “down there. Just dump them over the side of the hill away from the cave.”
The way James described the scene it was as though he understood how a cave man thought.
“By the time the second set of finds made their way here - the second group of nomads - the first one was long gone. I believe you called him the Pathfinder? Sounds like something to make a movie about. You know, I doubt he thought of himself as an explorer. He was just surviving. He was also alone. I notice that in both of the finds you attribute to him there are only signs a single individual was there. He was an outcast - unlike the rest.”
“Well, I can lift you up. But to be honest I’m not sure you will be able to reach the ceiling even then. I think you’ll still be a couple feet short. I don’t suppose you were ever a cheerleader and feel brave enough to stand on the shoulders of a giant?” He smiled. I can probably just do a lift. As to the canvas, this place appeared to have relics from two very different eras spanning a million years or more. The older finds are going to have been trampled on repeatedly. I wouldn’t get your hopes up. But I would just checkerboard the site. Leave no land unsearched.
“If you want to go for strategy, then we need to walk a mile in the shoes of our subjects - not that they actually wore shoes.” He walked around the cave carefully sniffing the air and examining the ceiling of the cave with intelligent eyes. Then he pointed. “The fire was over there. See how the ground dips. Natural pit. This is where he slept. That rock,” he pointed at a large landscaping sized rock. “He laced his spear and gear there.”
James walked to the cave exit. “Out there was a small lake or large pond. A stream ran through it. He probably made natural fish traps made with stones. If to, we might find some fish bones …. “ he pointed again, “down there. Just dump them over the side of the hill away from the cave.”
The way James described the scene it was as though he understood how a cave man thought.
“By the time the second set of finds made their way here - the second group of nomads - the first one was long gone. I believe you called him the Pathfinder? Sounds like something to make a movie about. You know, I doubt he thought of himself as an explorer. He was just surviving. He was also alone. I notice that in both of the finds you attribute to him there are only signs a single individual was there. He was an outcast - unlike the rest.”
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(Will update more as I go.)
Dr Harriet "Harrie" Ryanne Chester looked behind her to check on James’ progress as they made the trek to the dig site. The dig site was on the side of a steep hill some 300 feet above the surrounding terrain. There wasn’t a whole lot of clear, level ground. The trek up was downright dangerous. The site itself was in a cave and was a gold mine to the archaeological world. This site was in eastern Turkey, about 50 miles south of Batumi (Georgia - the country, not the state). Had Dr Chester been any less experienced James would have been annoyed. He did ask her not to get any further ahead and remain attached to a safety line attached to him.
google.com/maps/@40.8608827,41.749078…
James had a backpack that had to weigh a good 125 pounds, but moved as it it was light as a feather. The man was built like a Greek God. But that isn’t why she had hired him. Well, it was in a way. The job had called for someone in excellent condition, and trained for rugged terrain. And … James spoke Turkish.
There were other grad students and another professor, though they would rotate out. Most would work at Base Camp or make brief trips up. There were two grad students who would be at Base Camp for most of the dig. One was Greg Larson; the other was Susan Thompkins. Greg was wheelchair bound from a car accident with a drunk driver. His job was on site lab work. Susan was there for making molds and packing up specimens for transport. Susan and Greg had good chemistry working together. Oh it wasn’t a romance. Just plain mutual respect.
At the dig site they found stakes put in place on the first trip up. That one had been made with very little gear, mainly just the stakes. A path was laid out to ascend and descend. A Safe Zone was laid out to be the camp. And a path to and from the dig was laid out. Heaven help anyone who violated the canvassing of the site. That was Archaeology 101.
It took James about an hour to get the tent up so they could start setting up the data link to base camp and the outside world. Once he was done with that he set up the “kitchen and garbage dump.” No campfires, smoking, etc was allowed at the dig site. Trash was always collected and removed. James had joked about archaeologists messing things up by trying to leave a zero footprint.
Once done James finally spoke. “Finished set up. Anything else you need?” There was no question he would have read the synopsis of the dig. He had a basic idea of what they would be looking for. The first day, while exciting for an archaeologist, would be boring for most to go through. There would be a lot of sectoring, photographing, note taking. The real fun would come later, after they had begun to unearth enough to argue over.
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It was an old cave. Early testing had shown the age of the find to be around 2 MYA. That was in line with estimates of the earliest migration out of Africa. That wasn’t what excited the professor. It was evidence of fire use. She would be looking for signs of use of fire for cooking. Cooking was only known to go back less than 1 MYA.
James nodded, uninterested in a finger bone that had been reported. He didn’t get excited like the usual grad student. He was slow and methodical, patient. It was another great quality for an archaeologist. “First piece of the jigsaw puzzle?” He smiled. “Estimated time for solution 2 million years. I suppose that is going to make this harder than 51 days.” He was referring to a blonde joke in which a group of blondes go celebrating at a bar chanting “51 days”. They had solved a puzzle in 51 days, but the box had said 3-4 years - referring to the typical age the puzzle was intended for..
What they were looking for were discrepancies in the ages of the artifacts and fossils. Dr Chester was after the Pathfinder, sort of a mythological first explorer among ancient humans. It made sense. Someone had to be first. Most respected archaeologists argued that the first explorers would be groups. But she supported a theory of single human explorers. The problem was, there were never any fossils records - except of animals. She also had a theory that her explorer was inventive, being a member of the species that used more advanced technologies than his fellow humans - such as early use of fire to cook.
This cave had all the earmarks of having been used by such an individual.
James shook his head. “The fossil dated newer than some of the rest of the cave. Someone inhabited this cave before him - by a geologic difference in time. But then that is why you wanted this site. You want to find evidence that this cave was reused. What has you confused is why the newer fossils and artifacts are more primitive than the older ones. You want to know what some of the theories are being batted around by your students back at the university?
“I think my favorite is the Neanderthal time traveller. He travels back to the times of Erectus and lives it large. But here is what I think about that theory. If such a man existed he’d be an outcast, if not hunted. Or he might be regarded as a god. Imagine it. Some guy shows up in clothing with you in your birthday suit. He is gnawing on a bone from some medium sized animal, but is rending through it easily. After all, cooking does that - makes meat easier to digest. He is a stranger, not part of your clan. He is eating food from YOUR hunting grounds. Do you tolerate him? Or do you kill him?
“Of course, I don’t think much of the time travel notion. But what if he is just an early arrival of the next evolutionary state? He’d be viewed in much the same manner. His ways are strange. He’d be an outcast, likely banished or killed. Such a man would fit into your theories. He would be the first explorer out of necessity.”
(Will update more as I go.)
Dr Harriet "Harrie" Ryanne Chester looked behind her to check on James’ progress as they made the trek to the dig site. The dig site was on the side of a steep hill some 300 feet above the surrounding terrain. There wasn’t a whole lot of clear, level ground. The trek up was downright dangerous. The site itself was in a cave and was a gold mine to the archaeological world. This site was in eastern Turkey, about 50 miles south of Batumi (Georgia - the country, not the state). Had Dr Chester been any less experienced James would have been annoyed. He did ask her not to get any further ahead and remain attached to a safety line attached to him.
google.com/maps/@40.8608827,41.749078…
James had a backpack that had to weigh a good 125 pounds, but moved as it it was light as a feather. The man was built like a Greek God. But that isn’t why she had hired him. Well, it was in a way. The job had called for someone in excellent condition, and trained for rugged terrain. And … James spoke Turkish.
There were other grad students and another professor, though they would rotate out. Most would work at Base Camp or make brief trips up. There were two grad students who would be at Base Camp for most of the dig. One was Greg Larson; the other was Susan Thompkins. Greg was wheelchair bound from a car accident with a drunk driver. His job was on site lab work. Susan was there for making molds and packing up specimens for transport. Susan and Greg had good chemistry working together. Oh it wasn’t a romance. Just plain mutual respect.
At the dig site they found stakes put in place on the first trip up. That one had been made with very little gear, mainly just the stakes. A path was laid out to ascend and descend. A Safe Zone was laid out to be the camp. And a path to and from the dig was laid out. Heaven help anyone who violated the canvassing of the site. That was Archaeology 101.
It took James about an hour to get the tent up so they could start setting up the data link to base camp and the outside world. Once he was done with that he set up the “kitchen and garbage dump.” No campfires, smoking, etc was allowed at the dig site. Trash was always collected and removed. James had joked about archaeologists messing things up by trying to leave a zero footprint.
Once done James finally spoke. “Finished set up. Anything else you need?” There was no question he would have read the synopsis of the dig. He had a basic idea of what they would be looking for. The first day, while exciting for an archaeologist, would be boring for most to go through. There would be a lot of sectoring, photographing, note taking. The real fun would come later, after they had begun to unearth enough to argue over.
+++++++++++++
It was an old cave. Early testing had shown the age of the find to be around 2 MYA. That was in line with estimates of the earliest migration out of Africa. That wasn’t what excited the professor. It was evidence of fire use. She would be looking for signs of use of fire for cooking. Cooking was only known to go back less than 1 MYA.
James nodded, uninterested in a finger bone that had been reported. He didn’t get excited like the usual grad student. He was slow and methodical, patient. It was another great quality for an archaeologist. “First piece of the jigsaw puzzle?” He smiled. “Estimated time for solution 2 million years. I suppose that is going to make this harder than 51 days.” He was referring to a blonde joke in which a group of blondes go celebrating at a bar chanting “51 days”. They had solved a puzzle in 51 days, but the box had said 3-4 years - referring to the typical age the puzzle was intended for..
What they were looking for were discrepancies in the ages of the artifacts and fossils. Dr Chester was after the Pathfinder, sort of a mythological first explorer among ancient humans. It made sense. Someone had to be first. Most respected archaeologists argued that the first explorers would be groups. But she supported a theory of single human explorers. The problem was, there were never any fossils records - except of animals. She also had a theory that her explorer was inventive, being a member of the species that used more advanced technologies than his fellow humans - such as early use of fire to cook.
This cave had all the earmarks of having been used by such an individual.
James shook his head. “The fossil dated newer than some of the rest of the cave. Someone inhabited this cave before him - by a geologic difference in time. But then that is why you wanted this site. You want to find evidence that this cave was reused. What has you confused is why the newer fossils and artifacts are more primitive than the older ones. You want to know what some of the theories are being batted around by your students back at the university?
“I think my favorite is the Neanderthal time traveller. He travels back to the times of Erectus and lives it large. But here is what I think about that theory. If such a man existed he’d be an outcast, if not hunted. Or he might be regarded as a god. Imagine it. Some guy shows up in clothing with you in your birthday suit. He is gnawing on a bone from some medium sized animal, but is rending through it easily. After all, cooking does that - makes meat easier to digest. He is a stranger, not part of your clan. He is eating food from YOUR hunting grounds. Do you tolerate him? Or do you kill him?
“Of course, I don’t think much of the time travel notion. But what if he is just an early arrival of the next evolutionary state? He’d be viewed in much the same manner. His ways are strange. He’d be an outcast, likely banished or killed. Such a man would fit into your theories. He would be the first explorer out of necessity.”
An archaeological grad student and his dig professor.
Professor
(YOU) The professor is young for a senior archaeologist, married to her work. (She should be relatively young for her achievements - in her 20's. The sciences of history and archaeology are in her blood. Her parents were archaeologists, as were her grandparents. She specializes in Homo Sapiens, not merely the neolithic era. She may go back as far as Homo Antecessor (ca 800-1200ka).
Transitional dig sites are her specialty. Transitional digs are ones where there were elements of two different species of Homo sapiens. This is what she does her PhD level work on. This is what she hopes to get a Nobel Prize in someday.
Edit: And alternative might be the daughter or granddaughter of a professor who accompanies him on digs. But she ought to have some skill that is useful to them.
James Darwin
(ME) Her new grad student, James Darwin, is supposed to be very bright. She hired him partly for the fact that he was both knowledgeable and healthy. Currently she has been working some very rugged environments and she doesn’t need anyone to babysit. He was also fluent in several of the languages of the region her latest digs were in. He has also been to a few possible transitional digs where there were elements of two different species of Homo sapiens.
Now our grad student harbors a secret. He has been around since long before recorded history. He has no idea how long. For him those days are remembered much as a normal human remembers their early childhood. He didn’t make it a point to go around witnessing the great events of history. But he has seen a few. Predictably most are of the sort that were announced well in advance - such as the placing of the Gold Spike that connected the east and west parts of North America by rail. He saw Jesse Owens take the gold at the Olympics but only by luck.
The truth is that James is researching his own past, trying to trace his own origins. He is also not quite human.
Current Dig
The current dig is tracing the migration of Homo Erectus into Europe. James Darwin suspects he was a part of this migration out of Africa, or perhaps led it by thousands of years.
Plot
Not fully developed yet. This will depend a bit on your character. Largely it is a romance with my character drawn to yours, partly out of a sense of humor, but largely out of a matter of self-discovery.
Note: I did have 18+ tagged. But really that is not the emphasis I am looking for. The digs are also sponsored by a university or research grants or museum type system. Part of the time can be spent in the wilderness at a dig. Part can be back "home."
Professor
(YOU) The professor is young for a senior archaeologist, married to her work. (She should be relatively young for her achievements - in her 20's. The sciences of history and archaeology are in her blood. Her parents were archaeologists, as were her grandparents. She specializes in Homo Sapiens, not merely the neolithic era. She may go back as far as Homo Antecessor (ca 800-1200ka).
Transitional dig sites are her specialty. Transitional digs are ones where there were elements of two different species of Homo sapiens. This is what she does her PhD level work on. This is what she hopes to get a Nobel Prize in someday.
Edit: And alternative might be the daughter or granddaughter of a professor who accompanies him on digs. But she ought to have some skill that is useful to them.
James Darwin
(ME) Her new grad student, James Darwin, is supposed to be very bright. She hired him partly for the fact that he was both knowledgeable and healthy. Currently she has been working some very rugged environments and she doesn’t need anyone to babysit. He was also fluent in several of the languages of the region her latest digs were in. He has also been to a few possible transitional digs where there were elements of two different species of Homo sapiens.
Now our grad student harbors a secret. He has been around since long before recorded history. He has no idea how long. For him those days are remembered much as a normal human remembers their early childhood. He didn’t make it a point to go around witnessing the great events of history. But he has seen a few. Predictably most are of the sort that were announced well in advance - such as the placing of the Gold Spike that connected the east and west parts of North America by rail. He saw Jesse Owens take the gold at the Olympics but only by luck.
The truth is that James is researching his own past, trying to trace his own origins. He is also not quite human.
Current Dig
The current dig is tracing the migration of Homo Erectus into Europe. James Darwin suspects he was a part of this migration out of Africa, or perhaps led it by thousands of years.
Plot
Not fully developed yet. This will depend a bit on your character. Largely it is a romance with my character drawn to yours, partly out of a sense of humor, but largely out of a matter of self-discovery.
Note: I did have 18+ tagged. But really that is not the emphasis I am looking for. The digs are also sponsored by a university or research grants or museum type system. Part of the time can be spent in the wilderness at a dig. Part can be back "home."
“Not a riddle. Not a joke. I am trying to explain why so much of everything is strange to me. Imagine a man living to day suddenly going back five hundred years. Imagine how different the world would seem. Would guns exist? Steam engines? And even the language. I know how confusing what I am saying is. I know how hard it is to believe. I am only going to ask you to keep an open mind and accept that very little here is familiar to me. If I ever seem confused by something everyone ought to know, consider that this is why. And understand that I respect the thoughts of a woman in all matters - even those most men of today might think are beyond a woman’s ability to have an opinion or interest.
“I could use some lessons in how to write. That would be a good start. I don’t even know what you use. They used feathers, right?” This time he was only partly right. Most people now used quill pens. The latest in a series of versions had recently been patented and was very similar to those used in calligraphy into the 21st century. The principle was the sample. The quill PEN was more durable and less prone to leaks.
“For now, I will try to stop the crazy talk. I just needed to talk to someone about … And I have to decide just how much I have to integrate - become part of - this time. Everything I do will change the future. The security system that prevents bypassing the 2 hour limit needs work.” Again he stopped and looked annoyed. “Sorry, I know, crazy talk. But you asked how I know these things. I know them because for me they have already happened. My past; your future.
“But to explain it all at once is too much. When we are alone again later and you are ready to listen, ask. It doesn’t have to be about this crazy stuff. Ask me anything about science - especially math or physics. Although it would be easier if I had a way to write the explanations down so you could see them better. Non Euclidean geometry was developed in this century as I recall. In fact, next year Klein, uhm …” he stopped.
Xavier smiled a little embarrassed. “See what a pretty face can get out of me. I just can’t shut up around you.” He broke out into a mischievous grin and wouldn’t stop smiling all the way back.
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When they got back to the Livingston home, Xavier asked where to put all the boxes. The suits needed to be hemmed. Xavier offered to do that himself - if someone would show him how. But that was considered women's work and Mr Livingston had work for Xavier to do.
Xavier wanted to work on the watches - starting to cleaning and simple repairs. To him they were the easiest to understand. And so long as he could work alone, he could do the work a dozen times faster than the old man.
The first watch had been dropped in mud into manure pit - literally. Cow mess. As the old man described it Xavier struggled to keep a straight face. He was grinning by the end of the man’s explanation of the task. The man figured the watch was already too corroded to be fixed. Xavier considered that the best part of the job. He liked doing what others considered impossible.
“Well, cleaning a watch out of something from the south end of a cow isn’t my idea of a dream job. But I shall give it my best effort." He scraped a small sample of the dung out and did a litmus test. That impressed the old man a bit. Then he took some vinegar and diluted it. Then he got a small paint brush. The old man left Xavier to it. Xavier was showing a real knack for the work.
Once left to work on his own, Xavier pulled out a small flat coin shaped canister about the size of a half dollar and twice as thick. It was really just a solution he used to clean his glasses. But this solution was from the 24th century and made from picotech. To say it repaired scratches and pits would have been inaccurate. It actually drew from the surrounding material to fill in the imperfections to generate a mathematically smooth curvature. All he needed was a broken piece of a gear or spring and he could return the watch to factory specs in a few minutes. He was cautious to reduce the effect so as to not make his work look TOO good. That would have been hard to explain.
Xavier started grabbing other watches and explained that the first one needed time for oil and conditioning. By dinner he had completed half week’s work. And he had the manure watch working as good as new. He had even polished out a stain on the glass face that had been the result of a cigar.
Finally it was dinner time.
“I could use some lessons in how to write. That would be a good start. I don’t even know what you use. They used feathers, right?” This time he was only partly right. Most people now used quill pens. The latest in a series of versions had recently been patented and was very similar to those used in calligraphy into the 21st century. The principle was the sample. The quill PEN was more durable and less prone to leaks.
“For now, I will try to stop the crazy talk. I just needed to talk to someone about … And I have to decide just how much I have to integrate - become part of - this time. Everything I do will change the future. The security system that prevents bypassing the 2 hour limit needs work.” Again he stopped and looked annoyed. “Sorry, I know, crazy talk. But you asked how I know these things. I know them because for me they have already happened. My past; your future.
“But to explain it all at once is too much. When we are alone again later and you are ready to listen, ask. It doesn’t have to be about this crazy stuff. Ask me anything about science - especially math or physics. Although it would be easier if I had a way to write the explanations down so you could see them better. Non Euclidean geometry was developed in this century as I recall. In fact, next year Klein, uhm …” he stopped.
Xavier smiled a little embarrassed. “See what a pretty face can get out of me. I just can’t shut up around you.” He broke out into a mischievous grin and wouldn’t stop smiling all the way back.
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When they got back to the Livingston home, Xavier asked where to put all the boxes. The suits needed to be hemmed. Xavier offered to do that himself - if someone would show him how. But that was considered women's work and Mr Livingston had work for Xavier to do.
Xavier wanted to work on the watches - starting to cleaning and simple repairs. To him they were the easiest to understand. And so long as he could work alone, he could do the work a dozen times faster than the old man.
The first watch had been dropped in mud into manure pit - literally. Cow mess. As the old man described it Xavier struggled to keep a straight face. He was grinning by the end of the man’s explanation of the task. The man figured the watch was already too corroded to be fixed. Xavier considered that the best part of the job. He liked doing what others considered impossible.
“Well, cleaning a watch out of something from the south end of a cow isn’t my idea of a dream job. But I shall give it my best effort." He scraped a small sample of the dung out and did a litmus test. That impressed the old man a bit. Then he took some vinegar and diluted it. Then he got a small paint brush. The old man left Xavier to it. Xavier was showing a real knack for the work.
Once left to work on his own, Xavier pulled out a small flat coin shaped canister about the size of a half dollar and twice as thick. It was really just a solution he used to clean his glasses. But this solution was from the 24th century and made from picotech. To say it repaired scratches and pits would have been inaccurate. It actually drew from the surrounding material to fill in the imperfections to generate a mathematically smooth curvature. All he needed was a broken piece of a gear or spring and he could return the watch to factory specs in a few minutes. He was cautious to reduce the effect so as to not make his work look TOO good. That would have been hard to explain.
Xavier started grabbing other watches and explained that the first one needed time for oil and conditioning. By dinner he had completed half week’s work. And he had the manure watch working as good as new. He had even polished out a stain on the glass face that had been the result of a cigar.
Finally it was dinner time.
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