Love Quest Across Time

[quixotic sammie]

Love Quest Across Time

Character Introduction -

My character is Dr. Nasturtium Nightingale, after the exotic tropical plant, Tropaeolum, which presents showy blossoms similar to a petunia, but also produces pungent and wonderful seeds used as herbs. There is a wonderful line from the movie ‘Silver Streak’, when Gene Wilder says, ‘oh yes, you must be nasty to nasturtium, the nastier the better’. She is nicked Nessie or Nastie by her friends, depending on the circumstance (smile). She is 30, and a brilliant scientist who looks like a blonde ditz - much more to be revealed.

Story Introduction

This will be a closed thread for just SlushyBOB and quixotic sammie, but we hope you will all read and enjoy, and if you wanna PM me with comments or ideas, that would be swell too. Hope you enjoy.
My idea is kind of complicated but donn worry, I am not gonna try to explain it ahead of time. Things will unfold and either become clear or not. And although I am not a sci fi person at all, this is pretty much a sci fi setting, but the idea is a love story, not a Star Wars thing. And yes guys, I will do my best to mix in some some hottie scenes too. Smile.

The Story Begins

Dr. Nightingale’s Awakening

Once again things are not right, the Doctor mused as she looked down at the bay below her.

How much was wrong? The water was torquise and clear, the western sky only slightly pink as the sun approached the horizon, thousands of sea birds dipped into the bay to bring up silvery fishes. In the place she had intended to be the water would be murky at best, the sky a fierce orange from the refraction through the gases that filled it, and many of those species of birds would no longer exist.

‘Damnit!’ she hissed out loud. As she walked further out on this cliff she found herself on she could see a town and several docks reaching like ladders out into the bay. No forklifts, no cranes, no railroad. None of the rough machines typical of the years she wanted to reach. But all of that was subtle compared to the large square rigger moored to the dock, it’s three tall wooden masts holding furled canvas sails, as dark skinned men carried crates on and off the ship. That was no period piece reconstructed by some tall ship enthusiast, it was a beat up, barnicle encrusted genuine nineteenth century sailing ship.
Still, she thought, there’s no point to trying to bail out now. It would be futile.

So reluctantly she picked a way down the steep slope to the beach. Her short silk dress and sandals suitable for this climate but wrong for this terrain. And even more wrong for this time. A blonde woman walking through town in a revealing brightly colored dress? No, that wouldn’t fly. Like so many times before she was going to have to make things up as she went. Different clothes, some food and a place to squirrel up, maybe to sleep.

But when she got to the beach she realized the town was bustling and crowded with the ship’s crew and locals plying their wares. Jamaica, her mind registered, this could be the right spot but wrong time. The ship flew the Union Jack, the natives were tall, lean and beautiful, typical descendants of Africans stranded here during the slave trade. Yeah, this was Jamaica. ‘Shit!’ Just no way she could go into town like this. The dress would look as strange as a moon suit to these sailors. And blonde? No way. So she could only think of one alternative, she had to have food and water, but it would lead her into god knows what kind of trouble. So what’s new?

Telling herself this was her only chance of getting by in this place, she found a hiding place to stow her few possessions, then she shucked the thin dress over her head. Folded it and hid it under some crotin schrubs. ‘All the way Nessie, they’ve never seen a Victoria’s Secret miracle bra or string bikini here. Off they came, bra and panties, her full white breasts spilling out into the twilight, her large but pale nipples extended by her nervousness. She felt as naked and exposed as she had at any time of her life. The little girl inside wanted to hide in the bushes, but she forced herself into the surf, soaking herself completely and swimming until she was breathless and panting.

Ten minutes later she was ‘stumbling’ into the village, naked and dripping, her white body like a rare flower among the dirtied sailors and black natives. No wonder she became the center of attention immediately.

‘I…I…where am I? Swimming, lost out there…ship…fire…swimming,’ she gasped breathlessly. Then she collasped in a swoon that would have made Scarlet O’hara proud, as a huddle of men surronded her. Good luck Nessie, she prayed inwardly.

 

[SlushyBOB]

John Conlin

I knew this whole time travel idea was going to make my job hard. Of course falling in love with Nessie didn't help either. Now I seem to be doomed to spend my time wandering, well time, trying to find her.

I've been watching the village for a few hours. I'm tan, but not tan enough to fit in to the villagers. I have brown hair with a standard government issue hair cut. I can live with that. My blue eyes scan the shore and notice a pale figure swimming to shore.

It's Nessie! and she's naked! What the hell is she doing? I watch from a distance as they surround her. What are they going to do next? Why do I get the feeling that we are going to irrevocably change history while caught adrift in time.

Again I scan the beach to get a better look at Nessie and how they're treating her.

 

[quixotic sammie]

Blonde Prize

Peeking out of my eyes I saw a mass of dark bodies hunched over my white naked form. Oh wow Nasturtium, thinking to myself, this may not have been the best of ideas. For a girl who invented time travel you sure can pull some boners!

The tall local men were speaking in a language I did not know, but had the rythm of an African dialect with a Carribean lilt. Through the linen trouser they wore I could see some English sailors starting to take notice. Milling around and pointing over my way. Time to pick you poison Nasturtium.

"I...can I get up? maybe just some food and a place to sleep?' reaching my hand up and opening my eyes. I was greeted by big smiles and what seemed to be pleased relief.

'She is English, and alive,' the man in the red leather vest said, 'she speaks the language badly, but it is English.'

Now that kinda made me mad, but then again, he did speak 'the language' in proper British tones, and I have no doubt my American twang offended his ears. But even as they helped me to my feet, gingerly and quite the gentlemen, all of them, no touchy feely stuff, I saw the group of sailors approaching. Grinning now that they got a good look at me.

Oh boy. Could this be good?

 

[SlushyBOB]

John

OOC: sorry i've been gone, my sister had a baby...

I continue to watch as Nessie garners quite a crowd. Of course she's naked, but Nessie could garner a crowd in a parka. That's just the type of person she is. I didn't know that until I had been assigned to her. Of course, I've learned that and more about her since that time. They don't know that because I'd probably lose my job, but I can't help it.

I slowly move closer to Nessie while scanning the crowd around her. We appear to be in the late 1800's, but I can't be sure. I knew when those people came busting in we were in for some problems.

I wish I could get closer to hear what they're saying, Wait! It looks like they're taking her to a building, hopefully I can meet up with her there.

 

[quixotic sammie]

Money seemed to be changing hands. I had more trust in that native man, but the gold coins seemed to have won his eyes, as he and the Englishmen barked back and forth. Back and forth.

'She is a defect! she is deformed! look at that straw she calls hair!' the English barked.

'She is from the heavens! her golden hair is like the goddess of our land!' the tall native leader came back.

'Twenty ginnies! and she is ours, she will cost you more to feed than she is worth!' the sailor spit out. Whatever a ginnie was, I hoped it was a lot. My butt was apparently on the the block.

At the end money won over lust I suppose. And also I noticed a group of lithe and beautiful native women glaring their disapproval. I think the men calculated the gain in ginnies against the spite of their women. And my ass was sold to the British.

'To the warehouse!' the big leader of the sailors commanded with a grin, 'if we take the bitch to the ship the officers will nab her, they won't give us pickings, so let's give them sloppy seconds!'

My little heart is going pitter pat and thump thump, because as far as I know, there is no cavalry on the way, no Marines, nothing. Just my naked bode being dragged off to that grey wooden building bear the dock.

Already their eager hands on my bare white body. My mind racing, but quantum machanics and spacial physics were no use in controlling these horney sailors. What was any good?

 

[SlushyBOB]

John

I notice the sailors and natives arguing, but I'm too far away to get an idea of what they're saying. I see flashes of something, but can't tell what it is. Then I see the sailors grab at Nessie and begin to take her into the building on the dock. They are laughing and I'm getting the feeling Nessie isn't laughing with them.

I begin to rush forward trying to find the quickest route to the building without being seen. The natives don't notice me as they are content to count their money I guess. The sailors have taken her into the building and I sprint across the dock now that no one is watching. I stop at the door. I can hear Nessie yelling and screaming for them to stop, but they don't.

I take a deep breath, slowly open the door and try to sneak in. Luckily, they're all too occupied with Nessie to be paying much attention to me. I ease my 6'2" 225lb muscled-frame closer to the group. I count 6 in the group.

I rush one side and bowl them over before they even know I'm there. The guy trying to get between Nessie's legs I kick in the face. The other 2 guys step back for a second which is all the opening I need. I punch one in the nose and kick the other in the groin, as they fall back I grab her and put her over my shoulders in a fireman's carry and race towards the door and out of there.