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Post by GEORGINA NOLAN on Jul 6, 2019 13:49:25 GMT -5
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Georgie stood ringing her hands in anticipation. “Isn’t this exciting?” she asked nobody in particular. She and her colleagues at the museum stood around waiting for the specimen to be delivered for the last half hour. Though Georgie had not been a physical part of the dig, she had done a lot of the arranging and negotiating with those involved to decide which museum the specimen would live in first. It was ultimately decided theirs, here in London, for six weeks before it moved on to another museum to bring people information and new cultural exposure.
Georige loved events like this, though they were actually very rare at the museum. Most of her work in archeology was restoring or making sure current exhibits were upheld. It wasn't everyday that a new specimen arrived, especially from an area where mummification wasn't known or common, especially in such pristine condition. All of that was very exciting for young Georgie and she did not care if anyone else thought so, she was relishing in the excitement.
The crate was lowered into the lab and slowly the sides of the boxes were removed to show the mummy. "Fascinating," she said under her breath. She looked to one side and scrunched her brow. "What was the date on this specimen?" The mummy had been carbon dated before coming here and when someone told her the age she found herself frowning. "That's odd, because that type of cloth and pattern weren't used until about half a century later."
Silence engulfed the room as she put on gloves and began to examine the mummy. "Should we date it again to verify?" she asked a more senior person. They took in a deep breath clearly irritated at the situation, and not necessarily at Georgie, though she was always critical of things like this which could be considered obnoxious by some of her colleagues. Georgie had this habit of questioning everything that didn't make sense and often without always doing her own research. But this, this didn't make any sense. Half a century was a long time apart so either clothing changed earlier than any record, this mummy was tampered with, or some other story for this mummy existed.
"Hey that reporer is here," a voice spoke through the two way speaker. The senior worker sighed again. "Georgie could you entertain him and answer some questions while we redate this mummy?"
This was the job sometimes. It was looking over precious cargo one moment and the next entertaining a reporter that had gotten the scoop on their mummy find, wanted to do a piece, was commissioned by some magazine to feature the find and the location found, and nobody really wanted to talk to them. “Not a problem,” Georgie answered, one of the few times she held her tongue over wanting to be in the room instead. “Send an intern,” her mind wanted to say, but her obligation told her not to.
Georgie kept glancing over her shoulder as she exited wanting to see the mummy as much as possible before the door closed and she no longer could see anything. She walked from the back sterile room they were using, took off her gloves and jacket, placed it in the corresponding bin and wash container, then made her way to meet this reporter. "Hi, are you the reporter?” she asked approaching a man who seemed to just be standing around. "Sorry, what’s your name?”
Georige loved events like this, though they were actually very rare at the museum. Most of her work in archeology was restoring or making sure current exhibits were upheld. It wasn't everyday that a new specimen arrived, especially from an area where mummification wasn't known or common, especially in such pristine condition. All of that was very exciting for young Georgie and she did not care if anyone else thought so, she was relishing in the excitement.
The crate was lowered into the lab and slowly the sides of the boxes were removed to show the mummy. "Fascinating," she said under her breath. She looked to one side and scrunched her brow. "What was the date on this specimen?" The mummy had been carbon dated before coming here and when someone told her the age she found herself frowning. "That's odd, because that type of cloth and pattern weren't used until about half a century later."
Silence engulfed the room as she put on gloves and began to examine the mummy. "Should we date it again to verify?" she asked a more senior person. They took in a deep breath clearly irritated at the situation, and not necessarily at Georgie, though she was always critical of things like this which could be considered obnoxious by some of her colleagues. Georgie had this habit of questioning everything that didn't make sense and often without always doing her own research. But this, this didn't make any sense. Half a century was a long time apart so either clothing changed earlier than any record, this mummy was tampered with, or some other story for this mummy existed.
"Hey that reporer is here," a voice spoke through the two way speaker. The senior worker sighed again. "Georgie could you entertain him and answer some questions while we redate this mummy?"
This was the job sometimes. It was looking over precious cargo one moment and the next entertaining a reporter that had gotten the scoop on their mummy find, wanted to do a piece, was commissioned by some magazine to feature the find and the location found, and nobody really wanted to talk to them. “Not a problem,” Georgie answered, one of the few times she held her tongue over wanting to be in the room instead. “Send an intern,” her mind wanted to say, but her obligation told her not to.
Georgie kept glancing over her shoulder as she exited wanting to see the mummy as much as possible before the door closed and she no longer could see anything. She walked from the back sterile room they were using, took off her gloves and jacket, placed it in the corresponding bin and wash container, then made her way to meet this reporter. "Hi, are you the reporter?” she asked approaching a man who seemed to just be standing around. "Sorry, what’s your name?”
nudge for changes, love! super rusty with Georgie, also Danny lives here now apparently. Also, the thread title is a mummy quote, you need to watch now.
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