OOC: I'm looking for one female character to join me in this one to play the genie.
IC:
Sam Crane was 27 years old and in the middle of the most grinding rut of his life. It wasn't that he didn't like his job. No, he counted himself fortunate to have it. He was a curator at his town's museum, a job he landed a year ago.
It wasn't that he felt insecure about himself. Sam never had any such personal issues. He always ate healthy, kept himself in good physical shape, and never turned down a mental challenge.
The truth was that Sam felt lonely. He had to leave his hometown to get the job he had now, and though he didn't regret it, he did miss his friends and family. It took Sam time to warm up to people, and his work didn't leave him a lot of time for a social life these last few months.
Besides that, Sam felt a certain lack of romantic adventure in his life. He marvelled at the wonders past civilizations and peoples had created, but wondered why he couldn't seem to partake in any of his own. Sam was a Romantic at heart, and right now his heart was getting heavy. Perhaps he just needed some vacation time...
His train of thought was interrupted as his boss walked in. Jerry was a very grandfatherly old man, but had a strong work ethic and high standards for his workers. "Sam? We have a new batch of artifacts from the Middle East I need you to go through. They all need to be catalogued and labelled before they're sent to restoration." Jerry handed Sam a clipboard and a pen which he stood and accepted.
"I'm on it." Sam headed down to the store room where all of the new arrivals were kept. Upon arriving, there were two crates sitting beside the examination table. One was stamped "ISRAEL" and the other "TURKEY". He opened up the latter first.
Among the styrofoam peanuts filling the box, Sam found a couple ancient weapons, a helmet, a statue the size of a house cat, and an envelope padded with bubble wrap inside. After going through the items one-by-one, he at last opened the envelope and deposited onto the table a ring. The strange thing was that it seemed in near-perfect condition. Not one sign of aging. Aside from a little dirt, it seemed to have been made yesterday. It was set with a single emerald and seemed to be made from silver.
Sam puzzled over this a bit, rubbing his thumb over the emerald when there was a bright flash of light in front of him on the table. Sam jumped back in surprise, his chair falling over as he let out an inarticulate cry of alarm. He managed to curl his head to keep from smacking it against the concrete floor, but his upper back wasn't so lucky.
He groaned and scrambled out of the fallen chair. He shook his head to clear it, and looked up. His eyes widened when he saw sitting cross-legged on the table the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on dressed in the traditional garb of a harem girl.
IC:
Sam Crane was 27 years old and in the middle of the most grinding rut of his life. It wasn't that he didn't like his job. No, he counted himself fortunate to have it. He was a curator at his town's museum, a job he landed a year ago.
It wasn't that he felt insecure about himself. Sam never had any such personal issues. He always ate healthy, kept himself in good physical shape, and never turned down a mental challenge.
The truth was that Sam felt lonely. He had to leave his hometown to get the job he had now, and though he didn't regret it, he did miss his friends and family. It took Sam time to warm up to people, and his work didn't leave him a lot of time for a social life these last few months.
Besides that, Sam felt a certain lack of romantic adventure in his life. He marvelled at the wonders past civilizations and peoples had created, but wondered why he couldn't seem to partake in any of his own. Sam was a Romantic at heart, and right now his heart was getting heavy. Perhaps he just needed some vacation time...
His train of thought was interrupted as his boss walked in. Jerry was a very grandfatherly old man, but had a strong work ethic and high standards for his workers. "Sam? We have a new batch of artifacts from the Middle East I need you to go through. They all need to be catalogued and labelled before they're sent to restoration." Jerry handed Sam a clipboard and a pen which he stood and accepted.
"I'm on it." Sam headed down to the store room where all of the new arrivals were kept. Upon arriving, there were two crates sitting beside the examination table. One was stamped "ISRAEL" and the other "TURKEY". He opened up the latter first.
Among the styrofoam peanuts filling the box, Sam found a couple ancient weapons, a helmet, a statue the size of a house cat, and an envelope padded with bubble wrap inside. After going through the items one-by-one, he at last opened the envelope and deposited onto the table a ring. The strange thing was that it seemed in near-perfect condition. Not one sign of aging. Aside from a little dirt, it seemed to have been made yesterday. It was set with a single emerald and seemed to be made from silver.
Sam puzzled over this a bit, rubbing his thumb over the emerald when there was a bright flash of light in front of him on the table. Sam jumped back in surprise, his chair falling over as he let out an inarticulate cry of alarm. He managed to curl his head to keep from smacking it against the concrete floor, but his upper back wasn't so lucky.
He groaned and scrambled out of the fallen chair. He shook his head to clear it, and looked up. His eyes widened when he saw sitting cross-legged on the table the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on dressed in the traditional garb of a harem girl.
