Post by Tim E. Vortex on Aug 13, 2011 20:56:08 GMT
I had no intention to travel anywhere at this point, considering the amount of trouble I always seem to intertwine myself in. Besides which, I have no present day and so your twenty-first century is an adventure in itself. In this concrete jungle, I have opted to visit the local museum, hoping it will offer an adequate account of history.
“A museum?”
It was a frightful shame that my companion did not share my enthusiast, but I had grown accustomed to Michelle’s apathy. I surveyed the Egyptian section after my recent encounter with the great King Tutankhamen. I took note of the beautifully preserved mummies that lay in glass boxes for the public to see.
“Marvellous!”
I ejaculated in excitement before advancing to the next part of this historic building. Michelle slumped herself behind me, sucking the life out of a plastic container that moments ago was filled to the brim with orange juice.
“Why do you do this to me, Tim?”
“It’s interesting, my dear.”
“Interesting? Once you’ve seen all this up close and personal, looking at it in a museum is nothing. There’s no danger... there’s no...”
“My dear, you’re a loyal friend. And I am too wise to endanger a woman...”
The dust from the museum had now inhabited itself in my lungs, resulting in my prematurely ending my sentence to burst into a hysteric coughing fit.
“Endanger a woman? Listen... I don’t care how they treated women in Victorian times or wherever the hell you’re from, but let me tell you something... I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be!”
“I meant... a woman in your condition.”
“Oh.”
I take favour whenever she is overcome with embarrassment.
“So... no more time travelling?”
“No more time travelling.”
“For how long?”
“Until you have the baby, at least? You still have another few weeks to go.”
She looked less than impressed. She turned to face the Roman section of the museum and advanced towards it. I cautiously followed with my hands clasped together behind my back as she observed an outfit from a soldier.
“I always loved the Romans.”
“You wouldn’t if you met them.”
I said. Her face lit up.
“You’ve met them?”
“Indeed I have. It was the day I met you my dear. I was on the run from Caesar’s army. Haven’t you wondered why I had no idea of my surroundings when I arrived in front of you?”
“At first, but I’ve been travelling with you for almost a year now. I’ve got used to you not having a clue what you’re doing.”
She barked at me.
“Why were they chasing you?”
“Romans are always trying to kill me...”
I thought back to Live-Wire just two weeks ago. If the speculation turns out to be a fact, and it was indeed Roman Mason who had attempted to take my life, then my sentiments have more truth than I had intended.
“I’d love to see them.”
She stared at me.
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Just from a distance. I promise I won’t even talk to anyone.”
She pleaded. Whilst Michelle was often your typical angry Scot, she had a peculiar charm. Her puppy dog eyes were staring loosely at me, making it almost impossible to resist. Eventually, I gave in.
“Oh, alright.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
She bounced up and down with her bulging stomach flailing around like a birthday balloon on helium. I took out my watch and she linked my arm. I pressed the button, yet nothing happened.
“Oh dear.”
“What’s happening? Why haven’t we gone anywhere?”
My watch had only hitherto failed me on one occasion. I recalled back to our trip to France where we met William, the father of Michelle’s child. His watch seemingly overrode mine and it could only work once his had been activated.
“Och, I see the problem.”
Michelle tugged heavily on my arm, dragging me over to an interesting exhibition to say the least. There were three elegant coats; each one from slightly different periods in time. All had a separate utensil beside them, but their representations were hidden. I looked up at the title of the exhibition.
“Enigma!”
I looked down, and there, surrounded by the vintage coats was a watch identical to mine.
“Oooooh, you’re famous. Look, there’s a spot for your coat.”
Admittedly, I was confused. On closer inspection, one of those coats was undoubtedly the jacket adorned by William. It was red and gold – fit for a prince. I couldn’t imagine who the others belonged to, but interestingly, there was only one watch.
“What do we do?”
“Would you like a cup of tea?”
“What?”
“There’s a superb cafe just around the corner from here. They make an excellent cuppa.”
“You’re joking, right?”
I would have loved to follow up on this, but despite my excitement, there was little I could do. Instead, I thought it best to prepare for my match at Jealousy. After all... it was another Roman...
“A museum?”
It was a frightful shame that my companion did not share my enthusiast, but I had grown accustomed to Michelle’s apathy. I surveyed the Egyptian section after my recent encounter with the great King Tutankhamen. I took note of the beautifully preserved mummies that lay in glass boxes for the public to see.
“Marvellous!”
I ejaculated in excitement before advancing to the next part of this historic building. Michelle slumped herself behind me, sucking the life out of a plastic container that moments ago was filled to the brim with orange juice.
“Why do you do this to me, Tim?”
“It’s interesting, my dear.”
“Interesting? Once you’ve seen all this up close and personal, looking at it in a museum is nothing. There’s no danger... there’s no...”
“My dear, you’re a loyal friend. And I am too wise to endanger a woman...”
The dust from the museum had now inhabited itself in my lungs, resulting in my prematurely ending my sentence to burst into a hysteric coughing fit.
“Endanger a woman? Listen... I don’t care how they treated women in Victorian times or wherever the hell you’re from, but let me tell you something... I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be!”
“I meant... a woman in your condition.”
“Oh.”
I take favour whenever she is overcome with embarrassment.
“So... no more time travelling?”
“No more time travelling.”
“For how long?”
“Until you have the baby, at least? You still have another few weeks to go.”
She looked less than impressed. She turned to face the Roman section of the museum and advanced towards it. I cautiously followed with my hands clasped together behind my back as she observed an outfit from a soldier.
“I always loved the Romans.”
“You wouldn’t if you met them.”
I said. Her face lit up.
“You’ve met them?”
“Indeed I have. It was the day I met you my dear. I was on the run from Caesar’s army. Haven’t you wondered why I had no idea of my surroundings when I arrived in front of you?”
“At first, but I’ve been travelling with you for almost a year now. I’ve got used to you not having a clue what you’re doing.”
She barked at me.
“Why were they chasing you?”
“Romans are always trying to kill me...”
I thought back to Live-Wire just two weeks ago. If the speculation turns out to be a fact, and it was indeed Roman Mason who had attempted to take my life, then my sentiments have more truth than I had intended.
“I’d love to see them.”
She stared at me.
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Just from a distance. I promise I won’t even talk to anyone.”
She pleaded. Whilst Michelle was often your typical angry Scot, she had a peculiar charm. Her puppy dog eyes were staring loosely at me, making it almost impossible to resist. Eventually, I gave in.
“Oh, alright.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
She bounced up and down with her bulging stomach flailing around like a birthday balloon on helium. I took out my watch and she linked my arm. I pressed the button, yet nothing happened.
“Oh dear.”
“What’s happening? Why haven’t we gone anywhere?”
My watch had only hitherto failed me on one occasion. I recalled back to our trip to France where we met William, the father of Michelle’s child. His watch seemingly overrode mine and it could only work once his had been activated.
“Och, I see the problem.”
Michelle tugged heavily on my arm, dragging me over to an interesting exhibition to say the least. There were three elegant coats; each one from slightly different periods in time. All had a separate utensil beside them, but their representations were hidden. I looked up at the title of the exhibition.
“Enigma!”
I looked down, and there, surrounded by the vintage coats was a watch identical to mine.
“Oooooh, you’re famous. Look, there’s a spot for your coat.”
Admittedly, I was confused. On closer inspection, one of those coats was undoubtedly the jacket adorned by William. It was red and gold – fit for a prince. I couldn’t imagine who the others belonged to, but interestingly, there was only one watch.
“What do we do?”
“Would you like a cup of tea?”
“What?”
“There’s a superb cafe just around the corner from here. They make an excellent cuppa.”
“You’re joking, right?”
I would have loved to follow up on this, but despite my excitement, there was little I could do. Instead, I thought it best to prepare for my match at Jealousy. After all... it was another Roman...