fandomhigh | Archaeology Club, 4pm, Library

Evie was vibrating a bit, and she'd sneaked in a box of doughnuts from Jeff, God of Biscuts. The Caff-Pow she'd had before she came to the library probably accounted for part of this, but the map spread out on the table had to be part of the rest of it.

"Good afternoon! For those of you who hadn't met me before, I'm Evie Carnahan. I'm so glad you could make it this afternoon to the first meeting of the Archaeology Club." She nodded over to Dr. Jackson. "Dr. Daniel Jackson has graciously agreed to be our faculty advisor. I thought maybe we could just brainstorm today, but we do have three prospective dig sites for this semester that need discussion."

She pointed to a little area where the Wildlife Preserve met the edge of Chimera court. "There used to be a lighthouse here, which was broken by a storm and then semi-demolished in 1817. And over here--" Evie pointed to an area between the Rocky Bits and the Fandom High property, "Used to be a manor owned by the Luckleys, which burned down in 1927. But my *favorite* possible site is over here." She moved her pen to mark the beachline of the preserve. "The Santa Melinda supposedly washed up somewhere along this coastline in 1701."

"Dr. Jackson's going to take care of the paperwork for the first site, but we need to decide which onethat's going to be, first."

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"Yes!" Evie punched the air, then tried to settle down. "Plus, the other two are unlikely to have remains? Unless there was a murder there that we didn't know about. Oooo. I suppose that could have happened? But our anthropologists won't have anything to do if there's no corpses!"

"If there was a murder," Janice mused, trying very hard not to grin with amusement at this very sanguine line of thought of Evie's. "What would be in that dig that would drive a man to murder?"

"The lighthouse-- well, not much really. It's very historical, but the weather reports from 1817 seem to back up that there was a hurricaine. The Luckleys, now, that's more difficult. There's so *many* conflicting stories about how that fire started, and who started it, that there's no way to be certain." Evie looked gleeful. "They were quite well-off. The grandfather was supposedly an art collector. But I couldn't find any details about what it was, precisely, that he collected."

Evie couldn't possibly have said anything that would have intrigued Janice more if she'd scripted it. "Now that could be worth checking out too," she said after she'd polished off the doughnut. "Nothing like a dig with a little mystery around it."

Those were usually the more profitable ones in the end.

Evie nodded enthusiastically. "And at least for that one, we have a definite plat and residence map from 1927. It could give us more time to narrow down the area where the Santa Melinda broke up on the shore." She bounced, and reached over and took another sip of her Caff-Pow. "Although, I don't know how deep that site goes. Mud. Rather deep."

Bounce!

Evie earned a definite apprehensive stare from Janice for the bouncing. "What in hell are you drinking?"

She shook her head and examined the map again. "That sounds like a plan. Can't go barging into a dig site unprepared, after all. You're likely to ruin more than you find -- which I get the feeling you already know. Mud's going to make for a bitch of a dig, but I guess you could look at it as a trial by fire. Sort out the people who are dedicated enough to really want to do it."

Ulterior motives? Not at all . . .

"Mmmm, Caff-Pow! It's lovely, Professor Abby from Internets class drinks it. She let us have some, and I kept it for a special occasion." Evie's legs might be swinging a lot underneath her chair. "And I was wondering if some kind of, ohhh, well digging, maybe some test holes? Would help us find a good place to start. Maybe we can narrow down where the roof of the manor would be, and then map out the rest from any architectural plans we can find."

Evie would never, ever suspect a Teacher of ulterior motives. Other people, sure. But not a Teacher.

Janice couldn't be sure, but she could swear the chair was starting to sway under the influence of that Caff-Pow stuff. (Mentally, she made a note to track Abby down and find some of it. It could come in handy, on those late nights cataloguing her latest acquisitions.)

"You know your stuff, kid, I'll definitely give you that," she said with a definite note of satisfaction in her voice. "And you've done a damn good job of thinking this through. I can't find anywhere to poke holes in this plan."

~~Janice would have appreciated the sentiment. And the capital T, if she'd known.~~

Evie grinned all over her face, and only refrained from clapping because she had a doughnut in her hand. "Thank you, Dr. Covington. I appreciate the oversight, since this is the first time I've been allowed to take the lead. So to speak." She sighed happily. "Luckley Manor first, then, I think? Unless we find more information about the Santa Melinda?"

"Luckley Manor it is, and research on the Santa Melinda," Janice agreed. "The lighthouse sounds like it'll be the least interesting of the three. Not a good first impression for the newbies, so you might want to save that for when they're already hooked. They'll have to learn sometime that there's disappointment in this job, but not right off."

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