Of course, this try can all be dumped on Tessa's whim . . .

Posted by Mr. Clark from 209-63-112-58.pdx.jps.net on June 26, 1999 at 02:30:05:

In Reply to: Since the forum novel is done... posted by Tessa on June 25, 1999 at 21:49:03:

: Here's another one I hatched up...same rules apply and the next person to add the chapter has the pleasure of figuring out the title.

: If anyone wants a copy of the forum novel, email me. Tessa

: December 1969
: Chapter 1
: Indiana Jones was settled in a house on the campus of Barnett College, drinking a glass of brandy and staring out of the window. He was looking at his watch and then at the clock in the hallway and thought, Damn it, it’s after one o’clock, where in the hell is she? He put down the glass and paced in the hallway. He then stopped to look a picture on one of the tables and picked it up, a sad look in his eyes. Six months. Our first Christmas without Kate, as he felt the tears run down his cheeks.
: Kate had died of cancer in June, about a week after his sons’ graduation from high school and Indy’s appointment of president of the college. Indy was the out who found her in their bed, unable to wake her. He kept replaying the scene in his head, his furious attempts to save her, and then hearing the doctor’s news. He could not bear living in the house they shared and gladly accepted the house on campus, which he shared with his youngest child, Lauren.
: With his sons gone from the house for college, Indy was left alone with Lauren, his sixteen-year old daughter. She had turned into a reckless young woman after Kate’s death. She started staying out late with guys Indy didn’t like, and kept to herself in her room. She’s acting the same way I did when I lost my mother , Indy remembered as he heard the front door slam. He got up and saw Lauren taking off her shoes and walking up the stairs, “Lauren Marie, do you realize what time it is?”
: Lauren stopped and looked at her father, “Didn’t think you’d be up.”
: Lauren was still a spitting image of himself – brownish hair that cascaded down her back, tall and slim, and Kate’s bright blue eyes – and astonished him sometimes. She stood there, her arms crossed and her face heavily made up, “What’s my punishment?” she asked.
: “Just go to bed and we’ll discuss it in the morning,” sternly, “Now!”
: Lauren went up the stairs to her room, slammed the door as Indy sighed and poured himself another drink. He grabbed Kate’s picture again and asked it, “What am I going to do with her?”
: Indy gulped down his drink and headed off to bed.

: Chapter 2
: Indy was up six hours later, dressed in a suit and finishing up his coffee. Lauren walked into the kitchen, dressed in a white long sleeved blouse, a fringed vest and bell bottomed jeans, and headed for the refrigerator, muttering, “Morning, Henry.”
: “I am your father, Lauren. You don’t call me Henry or Indy or anything else besides Dad.”
: “Uh-huh” as she pulled the container of orange juice out and poured some in a glass.
: “Lauren, about this morning…”
: “Yeah?” staring at him.
: “You’re grounded.”
: “Why?”
: “You know why,” growling at her, “Your curfew is at eleven.”
: “But most of my friends don’t have to be home until 12 or 1.”
: “I don’t give a damn, Lauren,” as he put the cup in the sink, “You’re my daughter.”
: “So?”
: “So, as long as you live here, you obey my rules, got that?”
: Lauren said under her breath, “I’m glad I’ll be gone in two years.”
: “Furthermore, you’re grounded. No more dates or going anywhere for the next two weeks.”
: “But there’s a concert this weekend, Henry…”
: “And you’re not going and stop calling me Henry.”
: “Yes, Fuhrer”, she spat in German, grabbed her books and left, slamming the door behind her.
: Indy winced when she slammed the door and the name she called him. To think I’ve faced his men and now my own daughter is calling me him, he thought as he left for the day.

: Later in his office, his secretary buzzed him and said, “Dr. Jones?”
: “Yes, Miss Atherson?”
: “There are government officials out here.”
: Government? ,Indy thought as he said, “Show them in.”
: He stood up as two men came in and one of them said, “Dr. Jones?”
: “Yes.”
: “My name is Adam Wilson, and this is Konstantios Pappas,” indicting the man with Mediterrian features, “We’re the ambassadors of Greece.”
: “What can I do for you gentleman?”
: “We have heard about your many expeditions for artifacts, Dr. Jones. One of them being the Omphalos from Delphi,” Pappas replied.
: “That was a long time ago.”
: “We have a business proposition for you.”
: “What kind of business?”
: “We are organizing a team of archeologists to go on a dig on Crete to find artifacts of Greek mythology,” Wilson replied.
: “I have retired a long time ago,” Indy replied.
: “We understand, but we were hoping since you have been expert on mythology and the occult that you can supervise the dig.”
: “What exactly are you looking for?”
: “We’re uncertain, but we have reasons to believe that there is some sort of power in Crete.”
: “What kind of power?”
: “That’s what we need you to find out.”
: Indy pondered the idea. It was a long time since he had gotten into fieldwork and would have jumped at the chance to do it. But things were different now, he was a widower with a rebellious teenager.
: “We would fund the expedition and any accommodations you would need.”
: On second thought, Indy realized, maybe it would be a good thing and said, “I do have one request.”
: “Name it.”
: “I want my daughter to come along as well.”

:
: Chapter 3
: Lauren was sitting in her father’s study, smoking a cigarette and listening to music while trying to study. She didn’t bother looking up when her father entered, took the cigarette from her hand and put it out.
: “Hey,” Lauren yelled, “I wasn’t finished.”
: “Yes, you were,” as he turned off the stereo and said, “How can you study with that noise?”
: “Easy,” as she continued reading her history book.
: “Put down the book, Lauren.”
: Now what?, she wondered as she put the book down.
: “I was approached by some government officials to lead a dig in Crete as soon as Christmas break starts next week. And I’m going”
: “Have a blast,” as she got up, “I have to go to my room.”
: “Not so fast, Lauren,” Indy said to her, ‘You’re going too.”
: “I’m what?” as she stared at him.
: “You’re going to go with me to Crete.”
: “I don’t care about archeology, Henry,” crossing her arms.
: “Stop calling me Henry,” sternly as he went to her, “This will teach you some responsibility.”
: “I don’t need responsibility,” stubbornly.
: “You’ve been acting like a little hellion, not caring what happens to you or what you want in your life.”
: “So what?”
: “You’re going, Lauren Marie. Got that?”
: “You don’t trust me to stay here?” accusingly.
: Indy stood up and walked to the door, “After your behavior the past few months, no. You’re going, whether you like it or not.”
: “Fine,” she said angrily, “but don’t expect any bonding, Dad,” as she walked out of the study and slammed the door.

Chapter 4
Indy and Lauren Jones made their way into the airport. Lauren walked the lobby and carried her purse on wrist, while her father trudged ahead with bags for both in tow. Indy was starting to feel very 70.
"Did you pack a man to come with us?"
"Very funny, Henry," his daughter bit out, as she searched for the baggage drop off. "Can I help it if you're a senior citizen?"
"At least you're not calling me 'junior,'" Indy mumbled.
"What?"
"I said, 'HERE!'" With that, Indy flung his daughter's bag into Lauren's unprepared arms, knocking her on her butt, as Indy checked the gate number on their tickets.
Lauren was shocked and uphalled. "You . . . how could you?"
Indy spotted Adam Wilson coming back from parking the car. He turned to meet him, then paused and looked at Lauren over his shoulder. His glance was filled with love for her, and at first was remorseful. Then he hardened and replied, "Nobody likes your whine. Comon."

The trio were at the foot of the steps into the plane.
Adam Wilson shook Indy's hand. "I can't say how delighted I am to know the dig will be in your hands. Thank you for heading this up."
"My pleasure, Mr. Wilson." The plane was just finishing boarding. Lauren began up the walkway without her father. Indy chucked a thumb behind him, "I better be going. Good day."
Indy began up the walkway as Mr. Wilson shouted at him over the noise of the aircraft's enigines. "The materials I gave you should bring you up to speed!"
Indy nodded and smiled over his shoulder.
"Dr. Jones! One more thing I forgot to mention to you!"
Indy found himself being pushed up the steps as the last passengers made their way up behind him. "WHAT?"
Mr. Wilson shouted even louder. "I SAID, I forgot to tell you something! When you get to Crete, you must look for the current leading archeologist at the site. His name is James Donovan!"
Indy's face went ashen as he lost sight of Mr. Wilson and stumbled into the plane.

Chapter 5
Lauren had convienently switched seating assignments, so she could sit by the window. As much as Indy relished the window seat, he decided not to press the point and sat down next to his daughter. Lauren had put on her round sunglasses and was already feigning sleep with the seat reclined.
Oh, I'm just gonna love this trip. Indy thought.

A few hours later, they were over the Atlantic. Lauren had actually fallen asleep, and now awoke to a little turbluence. She looked over at her father. Seat back, Fedora tilted forward over his eyes, and snoozing soundly. That figured. He can sleep through this, and she can't. It was not fair. None of this was fair! Dragging me off to who knows where, showing no trust in me whatsoever.
Loren Marie Jones look out the window and saw scattered puffed clouds below, blotching the endless, shimmering, blue of the great ocean.
"Beautiful . . ." she whispered to herself.
Lauren stared out the window for about twenty minutes, then promptly regained her earlier sense of betrayal. She thought of Dad not trusting her, ruining her plans for Christmas break, and forcing her to spend it somewhere she did NOT want to be.
Oh, I'm just gonna love this trip. Lauren thought.

Title options:
I think a "Raiders of" title is appropriate, if later on Lauren comes to her senses (much later) and joins her Dad on an adventure of stopping bad guys and getting the artifact. A few ideas:
Raiders of the Lost Sword of Goliath
The sword Goliath, and the legendary King David used, is discovered to not be manufactured in Africa and shipped by the Phonecians as believed, but on Crete. The reason for it's acclaimed strength in tales passed down was that it had been "tempered by the Grecian gods." Now, all of the sudden, its possible the sword's whereabouts after David is known . . .
Raiders of the Lost Trojan Horse.
Kind of self explanitory, and certainly a worthwhile find for an archeologist.....but it lacks mystical value.
About Donovan....figure James is his son.
Have fun! Hope you like the addition.

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: : Here's another one I hatched up...same rules apply and the next person to add the chapter has the pleasure of figuring out the title.

: : If anyone wants a copy of the forum novel, email me. Tessa

: : December 1969
: : Chapter 1
: : Indiana Jones was settled in a house on the campus of Barnett College, drinking a glass of brandy and staring out of the window. He was looking at his watch and then at the clock in the hallway and thought, Damn it, it’s after one o’clock, where in the hell is she? He put down the glass and paced in the hallway. He then stopped to look a picture on one of the tables and picked it up, a sad look in his eyes. Six months. Our first Christmas without Kate, as he felt the tears run down his cheeks.
: : Kate had died of cancer in June, about a week after his sons’ graduation from high school and Indy’s appointment of president of the college. Indy was the out who found her in their bed, unable to wake her. He kept replaying the scene in his head, his furious attempts to save her, and then hearing the doctor’s news. He could not bear living in the house they shared and gladly accepted the house on campus, which he shared with his youngest child, Lauren.
: : With his sons gone from the house for college, Indy was left alone with Lauren, his sixteen-year old daughter. She had turned into a reckless young woman after Kate’s death. She started staying out late with guys Indy didn’t like, and kept to herself in her room. She’s acting the same way I did when I lost my mother , Indy remembered as he heard the front door slam. He got up and saw Lauren taking off her shoes and walking up the stairs, “Lauren Marie, do you realize what time it is?”
: : Lauren stopped and looked at her father, “Didn’t think you’d be up.”
: : Lauren was still a spitting image of himself – brownish hair that cascaded down her back, tall and slim, and Kate’s bright blue eyes – and astonished him sometimes. She stood there, her arms crossed and her face heavily made up, “What’s my punishment?” she asked.
: : 	“Just go to bed and we’ll discuss it in the morning,” sternly, “Now!”
: : Lauren went up the stairs to her room, slammed the door as Indy sighed and poured himself another drink. He grabbed Kate’s picture again and asked it, “What am I going to do with her?”
: : Indy gulped down his drink and headed off to bed.

: : Chapter 2
: : Indy was up six hours later, dressed in a suit and finishing up his coffee. Lauren walked into the kitchen, dressed in a white long sleeved blouse, a fringed vest and bell bottomed jeans, and headed for the refrigerator, muttering, “Morning, Henry.”
: : “I am your father, Lauren. You don’t call me Henry or Indy or anything else besides Dad.”
: : “Uh-huh” as she pulled the container of orange juice out and poured some in a glass. 
: : “Lauren, about this morning…”
: : “Yeah?” staring at him.
: : “You’re grounded.”
: : “Why?”
: : “You know why,” growling at her, “Your curfew is at eleven.”
: : “But most of my friends don’t have to be home until 12 or 1.”
: : “I don’t give a damn, Lauren,” as he put the cup in the sink, “You’re my daughter.”
: : “So?”
: : “So, as long as you live here, you obey my rules, got that?”
: : Lauren said under her breath, “I’m glad I’ll be gone in two years.”
: : “Furthermore, you’re grounded. No more dates or going anywhere for the next two weeks.”
: : “But there’s a concert this weekend, Henry…”
: : “And you’re not going and stop calling me Henry.”
: : “Yes, Fuhrer”, she spat in German, grabbed her books and left, slamming the door behind her.
: : Indy winced when she slammed the door and the name she called him. To think I’ve faced his men and now my own daughter is calling me him, he thought as he left for the day.

: : Later in his office, his secretary buzzed him and said, “Dr. Jones?”
: : “Yes, Miss Atherson?”
: : “There are government officials out here.”
: : Government? ,Indy thought as he said, “Show them in.”
: : He stood up as two men came in and one of them said, “Dr. Jones?”
: : “Yes.”
: : “My name is Adam Wilson, and this is Konstantios Pappas,” indicting the man with Mediterrian features, “We’re the ambassadors of Greece.”
: : “What can I do for you gentleman?”
: : “We have heard about your many expeditions for artifacts, Dr. Jones. One of them being the Omphalos from Delphi,” Pappas replied.
: : “That was a long time ago.”
: : “We have a business proposition for you.”
: : “What kind of business?”
: : “We are organizing a team of archeologists to go on a dig on Crete to find artifacts of Greek mythology,” Wilson replied.
: : “I have retired a long time ago,” Indy replied.
: : “We understand, but we were hoping since you have been expert on mythology and the occult that you can supervise the dig.”
: : “What exactly are you looking for?”
: : “We’re uncertain, but we have reasons to believe that there is some sort of power in Crete.”
: : “What kind of power?”
: : “That’s what we need you to find out.”
: : Indy pondered the idea. It was a long time since he had gotten into fieldwork and would have jumped at the chance to do it. But things were different now, he was a widower with a rebellious teenager. 
: : “We would fund the expedition and any accommodations you would need.”
: : On second thought, Indy realized, maybe it would be a good thing and said, “I do have one request.”
: : “Name it.”
: : “I want my daughter to come along as well.”

: : 
: : Chapter 3
: : Lauren was sitting in her father’s study, smoking a cigarette and listening to music while trying to study. She didn’t bother looking up when her father entered, took the cigarette from her hand and put it out.
: : “Hey,” Lauren yelled, “I wasn’t finished.”
: : “Yes, you were,” as he turned off the stereo and said, “How can you study with that noise?”
: : “Easy,” as she continued reading her history book.
: : “Put down the book, Lauren.”
: : Now what?, she wondered as she put the book down.
: : “I was approached by some government officials to lead a dig in Crete as soon as Christmas break starts next week. And I’m going”
: : “Have a blast,” as she got up, “I have to go to my room.”
: : “Not so fast, Lauren,”  Indy said to her, ‘You’re going too.”
: : “I’m what?” as she stared at him.
: : “You’re going to go with me to Crete.”
: : “I don’t care about archeology, Henry,” crossing her arms.
: : “Stop calling me Henry,” sternly as he went to her, “This will teach you some responsibility.”
: : “I don’t need responsibility,” stubbornly.
: : “You’ve been acting like a little hellion, not caring what happens to you or what you want in your life.”
: : “So what?”
: : “You’re going, Lauren Marie. Got that?”
: : “You don’t trust me to stay here?” accusingly.
: : Indy stood up and walked to the door, “After your behavior the past few months, no. You’re going, whether you like it or not.”
: : “Fine,” she said angrily, “but don’t expect any bonding, Dad,” as she walked out of the study and slammed the door.

: Chapter 4
: Indy and Lauren Jones made their way into the airport. Lauren walked the lobby and carried her purse on wrist, while her father trudged ahead with bags for both in tow. Indy was starting to feel very 70.
: "Did you pack a man to come with us?"
: "Very funny, Henry," his daughter bit out, as she searched for the baggage drop off. "Can I help it if you're a senior citizen?"
: "At least you're not calling me 'junior,'" Indy mumbled.
: "What?"
: "I said, 'HERE!'" With that, Indy flung his daughter's bag into Lauren's unprepared arms, knocking her on her butt, as Indy checked the gate number on their tickets.
: Lauren was shocked and uphalled. "You . . . how could you?"
: Indy spotted Adam Wilson coming back from parking the car. He turned to meet him, then paused and looked at Lauren over his shoulder. His glance was filled with love for her, and at first was remorseful. Then he hardened and replied, "Nobody likes your whine. Comon."

: The trio were at the foot of the steps into the plane.
: Adam Wilson shook Indy's hand.  "I can't say how delighted I am to know the dig will be in your hands.  Thank you for heading this up."
: "My pleasure, Mr. Wilson."  The plane was just finishing boarding.  Lauren began up the walkway without her father.  Indy chucked a thumb behind him, "I better be going.  Good day."
: Indy began up the walkway as Mr. Wilson shouted at him over the noise of the aircraft's enigines.  "The materials I gave you should bring you up to speed!"
: Indy nodded and smiled over his shoulder.
: "Dr. Jones!  One more thing I forgot to mention to you!"
: Indy found himself being pushed up the steps as the last passengers made their way up behind him.  "WHAT?"
: Mr. Wilson shouted even louder.  "I SAID, I forgot to tell you something!  When you get to Crete, you must look for the current leading archeologist at the site.  His name is James Donovan!"
: Indy's face went ashen as he lost sight of Mr. Wilson and stumbled into the plane.

: Chapter 5
: Lauren had convienently switched seating assignments, so she could sit by the window. As much as Indy relished the window seat, he decided not to press the point and sat down next to his daughter. Lauren had put on her round sunglasses and was already feigning sleep with the seat reclined.
: Oh, I'm just gonna love this trip. Indy thought.

: A few hours later, they were over the Atlantic. Lauren had actually fallen asleep, and now awoke to a little turbluence. She looked over at her father. Seat back, Fedora tilted forward over his eyes, and snoozing soundly. That figured. He can sleep through this, and she can't. It was not fair. None of this was fair! Dragging me off to who knows where, showing no trust in me whatsoever.
: Loren Marie Jones look out the window and saw scattered puffed clouds below, blotching the endless, shimmering, blue of the great ocean.
: "Beautiful . . ." she whispered to herself.
: Lauren stared out the window for about twenty minutes, then promptly regained her earlier sense of betrayal. She thought of Dad not trusting her, ruining her plans for Christmas break, and forcing her to spend it somewhere she did NOT want to be.
: Oh, I'm just gonna love this trip. Lauren thought.

: Title options:
: I think a "Raiders of" title is appropriate, if later on Lauren comes to her senses (much later) and joins her Dad on an adventure of stopping bad guys and getting the artifact.  A few ideas:
: Raiders of the Lost Sword of Goliath
: 	The sword Goliath, and the legendary King David used, is discovered to not be manufactured in Africa and shipped by the Phonecians as believed, but on Crete.  The reason for it's acclaimed strength in tales passed down was that it had been "tempered by the Grecian gods."  Now, all of the sudden, its possible the sword's whereabouts after David is known . . .
: Raiders of the Lost Trojan Horse.
: 	Kind of self explanitory, and certainly a worthwhile find for an archeologist.....but it lacks mystical value.
: About Donovan....figure James is his son.
: Have fun!  Hope you like the addition.

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