Post by James Gilmore on Mar 24, 2019 7:10:43 GMT
”HISTORIA CRUX”
JAMES’ PERSONAL LOG: Supplemental
Today was a day to be remembered.
What started out as a friendly game of strip poker, perhaps the first of several, turned out into somethin’ far bigger than anything I could ever have imagined. We all got caught up in the laughter and outright silliness of the moment--even as Steve decided he wanted to bring his schlong into the picture--only to realize that a much bigger mission was at hand. Though I’ve seen some pretty strange stuff in my lifetime, nothin’s ever gonna compare to the sight of yours truly sittin’ behind the steerin’ stick of an airplane that featured tech-stuff that only the movies could draw up.
Sure it was fully loaded with AM/FM stereo with MP3 player and climate controls for all seats, but still...as Luke said prior to our Ridley Airfield arrival, just before briefin’ me on how to operate this vehicle he called ‘Historia Crux’ after a certain story mechanic Final Fantasy XIII-2, I was gonna be destined to embark on a most excellent adventure!
Then again, I tried to convince myself that I was only dreamin’, that I wasn’t sittin’ in the cockpit of a literal time machine with my partners-in-crime.
“The stars shine in the deep sky
Endless stories of the distant yesterdays”
The truth is, I was raised with two different mindsets.
One came from my dad, who--and still does to this day--always judged things based on whether they were black or white. In his world, there was no room for lettin’ your brain’s creative powers flow naturally; it was either yes...or no. On the other hand, my mom was the opposite way. She often allowed me to see the world as it was always intended to be seen--in full-color high-definition, where everything was left to the mind, and where all things fantastical could be considered a reality.
I kept hearin’ this theme tune in my head and wonderin to myself...
“Take me in your arms
Keep me in your heart
Take me in your arms
Keep me in your heart”
...was this all real?!
Well...it was as real as it got, and pretty soon we would be takin’ this thing through places no angel or demon dare to tread. As Rob and Steve sat next to me in the passenger seats, I gazed my eyes at the computer monitor displayin’ the temporal coordinates with wonder, thinkin’ about the possibilities.
After all, I’ve been wishin’ for this day since I was five years old.
DESTINATION: 24 March 1994 + 0000 GMT + Fredericksburg, TX, USA
CURRENT: 14 March 2019 + 1300 GMT + Fredericksburg, TX, USA
PREVIOUS: 16 March 2019 + 1300 GMT Fredericksburg, TX, USA
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "What you see is what you get..." -John Candy (as 'Del Griffith' in Planes, Trains and Automobiles)
Literally watchin’ history unfold, meetin’ the faces behind the legends...those were things I had wanted to do my whole life. I've always dreamed of takin' a sepia-tone selfie with Abe Lincoln, shakin' hands with Ronald Reagan, or perhaps...playin' poker with my great-great-great grandfather Arthur Gilmore.
Today...those dreams were comin’ true--not bad for a history buff, I’d say!
As I heard the voices of both an agin’ Luke and the lovely Yulia over the radio, I gave $200 in spendin’ cash each to myself as well as Rob and Steve; the idea, as I was told, was to prepare ourselves for all monetary challenges. Of course they had ATMs in 1994, I saw ‘em all the time, but...our bank cards might be too advanced or somethin’ like that, given how everything has a chip in ‘em. Either way, our primary duty was to blend in with the time period and stay outta history’s way.
So...how did Rob and Steve feel about this whole experience?!
About the journey we was about to embark on?!
“Good luck gentlemen...and godspeed.”
“Come back alive, JJ!”
I’d like to think that Rob was initially excited about the odd road trip, but disappointed at the same time, knowin’ that the ship wasn’t like how he saw it in his favorite movies and TV shows. I’d like to gauge Steve’s mind and get his thoughts, but for the most part...he stuck to hidin’ behind his aviator rims. Maybe it was for the greater good that I didn’t ask him, especially givin’ his way of flirtin’ with every hot chick on the block.
In my mind, only one gal mattered to me--no, to the Imperial family--'cuz we could use all the hands we could get in this never-endin' cycle of war.
She was the sole reason why I decided to believe in this time travel stuff in the first place.
"Time is flying by
The only moment is now, the only moment is now
Feel that everything is real
Everything is real in the dream”
As I guided the craft down the runway, slowly bringin’ her to full throttle, I looked down at a white scrapbook I had been workin’ on for the past few weeks. It contained my log entry to Fiona as well as photos or her and Jack that Yulia and I found in a box when we settled into the ranch house a week ago.
Honestly, I would do anything for someone if it meant makin’ them happy.
And given what she’s been through, Fiona could use the cheerin’ up.
“Going on a trip to somewhere
I've never been
Across time and space
Time and space, time and space
Time and space, time and space…”
Soon, we was airborne.
I took a right-hand turn at first, tryin’ to catch a good tailwind. I was no pilot, so I had the stability and other assist features to help me fly the darn thing, but in my mind...I always wanted to fly a plane someday. My mother gave me that passion after takin’ trips to different places around the country.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath...
“We’re comin’ for you Fi. Just hang in there…”
...all the while convincin’ myself that we was doin’ the right thing. As the button to engage the time core flashed a bright, vivid blue, I looked at Steve and Rob before puttin’ my right index finger to good use.
“Okie-dokie dudes, our futures are countin on us to bring Fi back home. Now...we're history!”
I pressed the button...and I coulda swore I saw a bunch of lightnin’ bolts flash around me before feelin’ a distinctive lurch that held me to my seat. All I remember next was blackin’ out before we even had the chance to scream like kids on a roller coaster.
To be continued in “Double Dumbass on You!”...
JAMES’ PERSONAL LOG: Supplemental
Today was a day to be remembered.
What started out as a friendly game of strip poker, perhaps the first of several, turned out into somethin’ far bigger than anything I could ever have imagined. We all got caught up in the laughter and outright silliness of the moment--even as Steve decided he wanted to bring his schlong into the picture--only to realize that a much bigger mission was at hand. Though I’ve seen some pretty strange stuff in my lifetime, nothin’s ever gonna compare to the sight of yours truly sittin’ behind the steerin’ stick of an airplane that featured tech-stuff that only the movies could draw up.
Sure it was fully loaded with AM/FM stereo with MP3 player and climate controls for all seats, but still...as Luke said prior to our Ridley Airfield arrival, just before briefin’ me on how to operate this vehicle he called ‘Historia Crux’ after a certain story mechanic Final Fantasy XIII-2, I was gonna be destined to embark on a most excellent adventure!
Then again, I tried to convince myself that I was only dreamin’, that I wasn’t sittin’ in the cockpit of a literal time machine with my partners-in-crime.
“The stars shine in the deep sky
Endless stories of the distant yesterdays”
The truth is, I was raised with two different mindsets.
One came from my dad, who--and still does to this day--always judged things based on whether they were black or white. In his world, there was no room for lettin’ your brain’s creative powers flow naturally; it was either yes...or no. On the other hand, my mom was the opposite way. She often allowed me to see the world as it was always intended to be seen--in full-color high-definition, where everything was left to the mind, and where all things fantastical could be considered a reality.
I kept hearin’ this theme tune in my head and wonderin to myself...
“Take me in your arms
Keep me in your heart
Take me in your arms
Keep me in your heart”
...was this all real?!
Well...it was as real as it got, and pretty soon we would be takin’ this thing through places no angel or demon dare to tread. As Rob and Steve sat next to me in the passenger seats, I gazed my eyes at the computer monitor displayin’ the temporal coordinates with wonder, thinkin’ about the possibilities.
After all, I’ve been wishin’ for this day since I was five years old.
DESTINATION: 24 March 1994 + 0000 GMT + Fredericksburg, TX, USA
CURRENT: 14 March 2019 + 1300 GMT + Fredericksburg, TX, USA
PREVIOUS: 16 March 2019 + 1300 GMT Fredericksburg, TX, USA
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "What you see is what you get..." -John Candy (as 'Del Griffith' in Planes, Trains and Automobiles)
Literally watchin’ history unfold, meetin’ the faces behind the legends...those were things I had wanted to do my whole life. I've always dreamed of takin' a sepia-tone selfie with Abe Lincoln, shakin' hands with Ronald Reagan, or perhaps...playin' poker with my great-great-great grandfather Arthur Gilmore.
Today...those dreams were comin’ true--not bad for a history buff, I’d say!
As I heard the voices of both an agin’ Luke and the lovely Yulia over the radio, I gave $200 in spendin’ cash each to myself as well as Rob and Steve; the idea, as I was told, was to prepare ourselves for all monetary challenges. Of course they had ATMs in 1994, I saw ‘em all the time, but...our bank cards might be too advanced or somethin’ like that, given how everything has a chip in ‘em. Either way, our primary duty was to blend in with the time period and stay outta history’s way.
So...how did Rob and Steve feel about this whole experience?!
About the journey we was about to embark on?!
“Good luck gentlemen...and godspeed.”
“Come back alive, JJ!”
I’d like to think that Rob was initially excited about the odd road trip, but disappointed at the same time, knowin’ that the ship wasn’t like how he saw it in his favorite movies and TV shows. I’d like to gauge Steve’s mind and get his thoughts, but for the most part...he stuck to hidin’ behind his aviator rims. Maybe it was for the greater good that I didn’t ask him, especially givin’ his way of flirtin’ with every hot chick on the block.
In my mind, only one gal mattered to me--no, to the Imperial family--'cuz we could use all the hands we could get in this never-endin' cycle of war.
She was the sole reason why I decided to believe in this time travel stuff in the first place.
"Time is flying by
The only moment is now, the only moment is now
Feel that everything is real
Everything is real in the dream”
As I guided the craft down the runway, slowly bringin’ her to full throttle, I looked down at a white scrapbook I had been workin’ on for the past few weeks. It contained my log entry to Fiona as well as photos or her and Jack that Yulia and I found in a box when we settled into the ranch house a week ago.
Honestly, I would do anything for someone if it meant makin’ them happy.
And given what she’s been through, Fiona could use the cheerin’ up.
“Going on a trip to somewhere
I've never been
Across time and space
Time and space, time and space
Time and space, time and space…”
Soon, we was airborne.
I took a right-hand turn at first, tryin’ to catch a good tailwind. I was no pilot, so I had the stability and other assist features to help me fly the darn thing, but in my mind...I always wanted to fly a plane someday. My mother gave me that passion after takin’ trips to different places around the country.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath...
“We’re comin’ for you Fi. Just hang in there…”
...all the while convincin’ myself that we was doin’ the right thing. As the button to engage the time core flashed a bright, vivid blue, I looked at Steve and Rob before puttin’ my right index finger to good use.
“Okie-dokie dudes, our futures are countin on us to bring Fi back home. Now...we're history!”
I pressed the button...and I coulda swore I saw a bunch of lightnin’ bolts flash around me before feelin’ a distinctive lurch that held me to my seat. All I remember next was blackin’ out before we even had the chance to scream like kids on a roller coaster.
To be continued in “Double Dumbass on You!”...
Well howdy there pardner.