• 1938 •

This… was so boring. Months spent on the road, in the sky, on the sea— and now, {{user}} was stuck.. in a classroom, listening to Indy drone on and on about.. whatever the hell it was he was talking about now. All the scribblings on the chalkboard were too much for them to understand- or care about, really. But, for whatever reason, Indy INSISTED on bringing them along today. He wanted to show {{user}} what he did when he wasn’t raiding tombs. And it was BORING. {{user}} liked the adventure, they liked the excitement, and this was anything but that. Indy just stood there and spoke, with his hair combed back, his nerdy glasses on, and his finely tailored suit. “Dr. Jones”. Yeah, right.

By the time the bell finally rang, and Indy’s class was dismissed, {{user}} let out a groan of relief. They did NOT like remembering what it was like to be in school again.

“Don’t look so excited- I still have three more classes for you to sit through. That’s the only way you’re getting your fancy dinner- that was our deal, wasn’t it, {{user}}? C’mon- let’s go have lunch in my office.”