Midlonia
17-03-2005, 16:33
Swadlincote, Historical Achrives, Midlonia, Modern Day
'What file did you ask for again?' asked the dry voiced, frog-looking woman, with her hair wound up in a bun at the back, and various bits of cheap-looking jewlery adorned her.
The younger man sighed. 'Data file #24551, colony of Birchester uprising, 1939-1950.'
'Reason?'
'For my History trip to The Island States, i'd like some ideas and the Midlonian version of events, before I go and...experience The Island States version.'
'Do you have form 22a?' she replied bored and dryly, changing the angle of the stylus in her hand per word.
The young man tutted and handed over his messenger, which the woman duly took, she studied it for a moment, then placed it next to the comupter, it bleeped accordingly.
'The file will be ready in two minutes.' She murmured and handed back the messenger. 'The file is compatable with either your messenger or your home computer.'
'Yes yes, I know.' the young man waved her to shush and walked down the short corridor to her left.
There was a small metal door set halfway up the wall, the lightbulb that was next to it shone red. He sighed and tapped his foot and whistled a tune for afew moments, there was another small beep and the light changed to green.
'Ha, finally.' He opened the small door with a soft hiss and recovered a chip slightly larger than your average phonecard. Deciding on not wanting to wait he clicked the card into the side of his messenger and clicked the green "ok" button.
Lamentin, Midlonia, 1930.
The two men walked slowly along the dockside, one was a tall, lean figure with a crooked nose and wore a frayed suit, the other was a shorter, stouter man with a fine and brand new suit and was looking at a golden pocketwatch.
'Well, I hope you'll enjoy your new job as the Administrator of the colony.'
'Oh, don't worry, I shall.' replied the stouter man.
'Why are you looking at your watch anyway?'
'Watching time slip by, not much else to do right now, the ship is supposed to be here for anoth-' the end of his sentance was drowned out by the long blast of a horn. the two men looked up and saw the majestic outline of a luxury liner, Angelic.
'30 minutes early, they must have sped up when they heard you were on board.' chuckled the taller man as he peered over the stouters to look at his watch.
'Very funny, it must be those new engines of hers, making her much faster.'
'Well, all I can say is good luck to you, I have to return to the Imperial office to see to the final documentation.'
ooc: just a historical RP me an The Island States said we'd do one of these days, I decided to prod the process along slightly :-P
'What file did you ask for again?' asked the dry voiced, frog-looking woman, with her hair wound up in a bun at the back, and various bits of cheap-looking jewlery adorned her.
The younger man sighed. 'Data file #24551, colony of Birchester uprising, 1939-1950.'
'Reason?'
'For my History trip to The Island States, i'd like some ideas and the Midlonian version of events, before I go and...experience The Island States version.'
'Do you have form 22a?' she replied bored and dryly, changing the angle of the stylus in her hand per word.
The young man tutted and handed over his messenger, which the woman duly took, she studied it for a moment, then placed it next to the comupter, it bleeped accordingly.
'The file will be ready in two minutes.' She murmured and handed back the messenger. 'The file is compatable with either your messenger or your home computer.'
'Yes yes, I know.' the young man waved her to shush and walked down the short corridor to her left.
There was a small metal door set halfway up the wall, the lightbulb that was next to it shone red. He sighed and tapped his foot and whistled a tune for afew moments, there was another small beep and the light changed to green.
'Ha, finally.' He opened the small door with a soft hiss and recovered a chip slightly larger than your average phonecard. Deciding on not wanting to wait he clicked the card into the side of his messenger and clicked the green "ok" button.
Lamentin, Midlonia, 1930.
The two men walked slowly along the dockside, one was a tall, lean figure with a crooked nose and wore a frayed suit, the other was a shorter, stouter man with a fine and brand new suit and was looking at a golden pocketwatch.
'Well, I hope you'll enjoy your new job as the Administrator of the colony.'
'Oh, don't worry, I shall.' replied the stouter man.
'Why are you looking at your watch anyway?'
'Watching time slip by, not much else to do right now, the ship is supposed to be here for anoth-' the end of his sentance was drowned out by the long blast of a horn. the two men looked up and saw the majestic outline of a luxury liner, Angelic.
'30 minutes early, they must have sped up when they heard you were on board.' chuckled the taller man as he peered over the stouters to look at his watch.
'Very funny, it must be those new engines of hers, making her much faster.'
'Well, all I can say is good luck to you, I have to return to the Imperial office to see to the final documentation.'
ooc: just a historical RP me an The Island States said we'd do one of these days, I decided to prod the process along slightly :-P