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#7 Esme Velez & “Martin Riggs”
When asked to assist a team of scientists for a secret project at her university, Paleontology Grad student Esme Velez was taken back. There were a couple of students slightly more qualified, but no one had heard from them in a week. Or her professor for that matter. As she was driven to an offcampus facility she met with members of the faculty & an independent security force. That’s when she found out about her mission, as a member of a rescue squad.
You see, the physics department had developed a time machine & as a test, sent her professors & two students to go back in time, testing their new device while giving the palentology department the opportunity to study dinosaurs up close. She decided to accept the mission & joined a team with goal of bringing the original team back alive. Before leaving, the physicists tried to instill the importance of not screwing up the time stream, but there was a reason Esme went into a more biological field of study. She was very lost, & mostly very frightened to do anything.
The time machine was supposed to drop them off in the same exact spot millions of years prior, when it was believed to be a clearing. And it was. What no one would’ve predicted was the stampede of raging sauropods trampling through that very field at that very time. The rescue squad Esme was part of arrived at the same time her professor’s team did, only to watch in horror as they & their only means of getting home were squashed under dino-foot. Esme was among the few survivors. They limped out of the clearing away from the commotion, only to find the cause of the stampede: a pack of hungry velociraptors. Figuring the humans would be an easier meal, they turned their sights, ripping into the remaining mercenaries first. Esme barely got away. She didn’t know who else did. She just ran. And then she got very lost.
Stranded in the late Jurassic alone, Esme was at first paranoid that even just breathing the air funny might cause a ripple in time that would lead to a Hitler presidency or mankind never even existing at all. But after a few days, she began to wonder what the point of being paranoid was. She resigned herself to being stuck & laughed at the idea of how her bones would be found & carbon dated to a time prior to man supposedly existing, & the uproar created. She thought of how to just live comfortably on her own in prehistory. She always liked dinosaurs more than people anyhow. With her new pet, a member of a previously unknown species she named “Martin Riggs”, she sets off just looking to survive, no matter the consequences.
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So first off, I don’t have proper TV. There are shows I like & I seek them out streaming or buy the dvds. I don’t know what’s new or whatever. But listed as a jump-off idea, I had “stranded time traveler.” My next thought was “when’s a good time to get stranded? Ah, Dinosaurs!” Completely forgetting there’s a show like that now. With the realization coming after drawing this, I debated about including it or not, & ultimately did only because I’m falling so far behind. So because of that, I’m less happy with this than I thought I was.
The bigger idea for the story was a time traveler going back & causing weird changes in the time stream that play out in weird flashes a la Run Lola Run. Like stepping on this twig causes Greenland to never be discovered or something else absurd. It works better in high concept though than execution. The pet dinosaur’s name Martin Riggs comes from of course Lethal Weapon, but also me wanting to name a dog Martin Riggs because I think Martin Riggs is an awesome name for a hyperactive dog. Think like a border collie.
Anyway, that’s three more bringing me to a week. And now I need another week’s worth to catch up. I’m going to try, but no promises.
#11 – Carl Stockman
Carl is a teenage boy who has embraced his weirdness. He wears old hats, he reads tons of comics, and he doesn’t really care what other people think of him. He recently transferred to Ravensbrook High School, where he’s already undergoing the gauntlet of abuse that the strange kids get.
His one friend – and that’s stretching to word – is Annie Deaver. She’s the one person who’s taken the time to talk to him and try to get to know him, even though that’s doing damage to her own social capital. She likes his unending optimism and his eagerness for everything in life, even if she doesn’t understand it.
But that’s okay – there’s a lot more to him than she knows.
His dragon, for one thing.
Read Carl’s story here: Carl’s Dragon
#29 Noah Kiemann
World: Race
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Bio: Noah used to be more arrogant than he is today. In high school, he tried several times to start a relationship, but could never hold one down because of his tendency to womanize. Upon arriving at NDU, however, things began to change. Perhaps it was seeing so many different races together that opened his eyes to diversity, or maybe it was just a change of scenery that helped him relax. In any case, he thinks a lot more highly of others now. He made many good acquaintances during freshman orientation, and it was such a good experience for him that he was compelled to volunteer to be a student host for the next year’s orientation. It was at that time that he met Nakoa and Karalún, who had both been assigned to his group. He and Nakoa hit it off almost immediately as buddies, and he greatly admired Karalún for her conviction, courage, and sense of justice. He’s currently a sophomore pursuing a major in Chemistry.
“What the heck is that?â€
Noah looked up from his console. “What’s what?â€
“What you’re holding,†Blake clarified as he let his backpack hit the ground and pulled out a chair next to his friend.
“Oh, this. It’s a DS.â€
“Which would be…?â€
Noah leaned over so Blake could see his screen. “Sorry, it’s an old gaming console. See, it’s a little computer made specifically for playing various games on it.â€
Blake eyed the screens skeptically. Noah seemed to be steering a small, pixelly kid along a wooded path, closely tailed by some sort of green critter. “Hunh. How old is it?â€
“About two hundred years, according to Nakoa,†Noah answered.
“Jeez, and it still works?â€
“Sure it does. Nakoa’s got this whole huge collection of consoles that he’s repaired and rewired for power. The battery life’s atrocious, but manageable. I’m sure he could loan you one if you’re curious.â€Â Noah closed the device, leaned to his side, and dropped it into his own backpack. “Probably not the best thing to have on in class, though.â€
Blake laughed at that. “Yeah.â€
They stared off into space for a while, vaguely listening as the rest of the class filtered into the room. It was a Friday, and people were getting chatty and excited for the weekend. The thoughts of the two of them, however, lay elsewhere. It was a few minutes before the silence between them was broken.
“Dude,†Noah started, “is it…weird to have the hots for someone who’s not Human?â€
“Hm?â€Â Blake shook himself from his thoughts and looked at Noah. “Ah, heh, you’ve got your eyes on someone?â€
“Uh, well, you could say that,†the latter faltered nervously. “I don’t know. Is that even, like, okay?â€
Blake stretched in his seat. “I don’t see why it wouldn’t be. Did I not introduce you to Tansei?â€
Noah looked at him in confusion. “Who?â€
“Tansei. Junior, Onka, dancer. We’ve been seeing each other since April. I guess I didn’t tell you, sorry.â€
“Oh, hm. Onka, though…they’re way more like us. That’s, like, natural.â€
Blake peered at Noah curiously. “What species is she, then?â€
“Jorgoan.â€
“Well, hey, there’s nothing wrong with that. You should ask her out next time you see her.â€
Noah pulled back a little. “You’re not serious, dude.â€
“Sure I am,†Blake persisted. “You won’t get anywhere if you don’t start moving.â€
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,†Noah sighed. “I just hope we don’t lose the friendship we already have.â€
“You’ll be okay, buddy.â€Â Blake placed his hand on Noah’s shoulder encouragingly.
Noah smiled a little. “Thanks,†he replied as the bell rang.
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