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archaicfind.bsky.social
Indiana moves his glasses up some, before joining her side.

“You find us somewhere to sit?”
archaicfind.bsky.social
The briefcase in his hands holds the true identity of Indiana —- what she sees now is Professor Jones, the day time job.

“Sorry —-“ He says through a thin smile. “Got lost reading.”
archaicfind.bsky.social
He’s late —- and only for a moment.

Through the crowd, bumping shoulders with others, a smile here, and “Excuse me.” There, Dr. Jones finally arrives.

He’s cleaner than before, accompanied by glasses that sit on the bridge of his nose, and a blue suit with a black tie.
archaicfind.bsky.social
His tone is dry, but there’s that flicker of adventure in his eyes —- the same one that gets him into these messes every time.

“Either way, I don’t like sitting around waiting to find out. Question is. . .you ready for this, O’Connell?”
archaicfind.bsky.social
“. . .then either he’s got something everyone else missed, or he’s sending us straight into a death trap.”

He straightens, grabs his satchel from the chair, and slings it across his shoulder.
archaicfind.bsky.social
“If your benefactor’s offering the kind of lead this letter says he is. . .” Indy taps the envelope in Rick’s hand with a finger, his voice dropping a notch.
archaicfind.bsky.social
“So. . .the Hanging Gardens. Been chasing whispers of that place for years. Babylon’s got more buried lies than most civilizations combined, and half the maps are forgeries.”
archaicfind.bsky.social
He releases the handshake, adjusting the brim of his fedora before tucking the relic back into its display case with surprising care.
archaicfind.bsky.social
“Indiana Jones. I’ve heard of you, O’Connell, Cairo, Hamunaptra, a few curses here and there. Word is you’ve got a talent for stumbling into trouble.”
archaicfind.bsky.social
His grip is firm when he takes Rick’s hand, eyes sizing him up with the kind of sharpness that comes from too many years of close calls and double-crosses.
archaicfind.bsky.social
Indy looks up from the artifact in his hand, the familiar half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
avoidhamunaptra.bsky.social
Hat brim low, shoulders squared — there was no mistaking him. Indiana Jones.

Rick’s pulse picked up, excitement tangled with a hint of nerves. This was a man who didn’t just chase legends — he lived them.

Rick gave a nod and offered his hand. “Rick O’Connell.”
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avoidhamunaptra.bsky.social
{ Ancient Wonder of the World- Closed starter with @archaicfind.bsky.social }

Rick O’Connell walked into the office, still wearing that old beat up fedora he practically lived in lately and the scruffy five o’clock shadow he never bothered shaving. -
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archaicfind.bsky.social
“The. .sky huh.” He says, as if not to believe them. “Well, down here’s mine.” Pointing to the floor. “Or at least I think it is.”
nefelibaka.bsky.social
“Why yes it was, the skies are my domain.” Brow raised, does he need an example? They’ll gladly provide.
archaicfind.bsky.social
“So that —-“ Pointing up to the sky with a finger. “That was you?”
archaicfind.bsky.social
“Usually not.” Then, remembering Ark of The Covenant. “Hopefully not.” He corrects with a minor laugh.

“It’s always an adventure when you leave for somewhere —- just gotta hope there’s no trouble on the path there. Archeological sites are all about. .discovery.”
archaicfind.bsky.social
“So that —-“ Pointing up to the sky with a finger. “That was you?”
nefelibaka.bsky.social
“They’ve spread further West than anticipated, not my best work but- perfect for a Summer thunderstorm.” Brushing a few more drops free, they don’t fall like the rest, floating in their palm. “Hopefully the air stays cool enough for the organics, I’d hate to see them burn up.”
archaicfind.bsky.social
“Outdone yourself?” Said through a smirk, placing his cap upon his head, taking one hand and brushing the small rain patterns from his shoulder. “How so?”
archaicfind.bsky.social
“Outdone yourself?” Said through a smirk, placing his cap upon his head, taking one hand and brushing the small rain patterns from his shoulder. “How so?”
nefelibaka.bsky.social
Glancing over, still brushing the droplets out. “Indeed.” A smile, taking such as a compliment. “I’ve really outdone myself this time.”
archaicfind.bsky.social
Tapping the edge of his hat, letting pellets trickle off the rounded flap. “Some weather, huh.”
archaicfind.bsky.social
Tapping the edge of his hat, letting pellets trickle off the rounded flap. “Some weather, huh.”
nefelibaka.bsky.social
( hands in their hair, brushing out the raindrops that had tangled within. )
archaicfind.bsky.social
Fixing his fedora. ““Cyrene? That’s in Libya —- though these days it’s under the thumb of Mussolini’s Italy.”
archaicfind.bsky.social
Uh. .Cyrene. Thats where we’re going. Thats where it points to. [ He taps his satchel. ]

The piece I found that might lead us there.
archaicfind.bsky.social
Soon. [ Said almost without humility. Hands placed at his hips. ]

Heading to Cyrene. I believe —- my partner and I believe —- [ He corrects. ] That we may have found the path to Cleopatra’s actual resting place. Her real tomb.
archaicfind.bsky.social
Well, technically I’m a Professor of Archeology —- by sometimes museums will hire me, or even the government. Sometimes, most times, adventures seemingly fall into my lap.
archaicfind.bsky.social
Aht. No. I’m an archeologist. Treasure hunting is for fools and people who don’t respect what it is they’re looking for.
archaicfind.bsky.social
Everything is until someone finds it. I did, and some others did too. .until it was uh. .well [ Fixing his hat. ] lost. Again.