Team Tembo: Day one

[sparednothing]

[By now you should have already woken up to your surroundings. Your camp is in the jungle, surrounded by tents, vehicles and cages full of dinosaurs. Wander around, check out the armoury, wonder why there are a bunch of dinosaurs in cages, or get yourself a tent]

[[ooc: The camp | Pick a tent | The dinosaurs | Roland Tembo | Day One OOC post | Plot Hub]]

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[samson]

Public schools? It's where regular kids go. You know, kids who don't have super-rich parents.

[Oblivious to what she's actually talking about.]

[ensorceler]

[ It takes Anne a moment to figure out what he's talking about, rubbing at her aching temple and squinting back at him. What a fool, she knows better than to say out loud. ]

The beasts, sir. Or do you not know?

[samson]

Oh.

[Glance...]

Well, they're dinosaurs. I guess.

[ensorceler]

Dinosaurs?

[ No comprehension. ]

Are we meant to dine on them?

[samson]

What? No. [Probably no.]

It's... Greek, I think. 'Terrible lizard.' But they're not lizards, they're like... birds or something. Hell, I don't know.

[ensorceler]

[ He seems to be unsure about everything so far, other than public school, so after a long moment Anne sighs and starts to turn. ]

I will find someone who knows what manner in which we are meant to proceed. Should I find anything of note, I will be certain to share the information, if I might have your name. I am Anne Boleyn.

[samson]

[excuse u lady, he knows about plenty things. Dinosaurs are just geeky, that's all.

Brock is just looking at the cages, rubbing at the back of his neck.] Huh? Brock Samson.

[.........then he turns to look at her.]

You did not just say your name is Anne Boleyn.

[ensorceler]

[ Anne stops her turn so she can fix him with a glare, an incredibly dramatic one at that, though it's a defensiveness he would have no clue about. She has lost absolutely everything in the past month, all she has is her own name no matter what horrible insults might be attached to it like whore and witch, so his phrasing is just unfortunate enough to make her want to clobber him and run off. ]

That is my name, sir, it belongs to no other that I have known. My father is Thomas Boleyn, and my mother Elizabeth.

I am sorry for I have not heard of your...family, though I should think anyone belonging to the name Samson to be a good and honorable man.

[samson]

[But she doesn't even have six fingers??? How can she be Anne Boleyn???????

He has enough tact not to say this out loud, but. He's thinking it.

Also, he's pretty sure she just insulted him or something but he doesn't really care.]

Wow, calm down. I'm just saying, you're like... a famous historical figure. So. It's weird.

[ensorceler]

[ No, it was actually a compliment! To the name, at least. The welsh bishop, not that silly bible guy...

Now she's looking at him like he's grown horns, or he's about to eat her. Again, it isn't his fault, but it was only two days earlier that Anne learned what history had written about her. Did he have to recognize her so? Did he have to?

Also where has he been, living under a rock? He must have gotten her May Day invitation, or seen her regency announcement, or maybe he really does live under a rock, what does she know? ]

I am not a name from a book. I am just myself, sir, a flesh and blood woman, so it is no more strange for me to be here than for you.

[samson]

[He totally went to the May Day party, but only because it was a costume party and he's a dumb sucker for costumes. For a spy, Brock isn't that alert.]

Yeah, but I'm not in history books. It's not a big deal, there are other famous people here.

[ensorceler]

...And what am I famous for in your eyes?

[ She expects to hear the worst, of course. She already knows everything except for maybe the good stuff history says about her. ]

[samson]

Uhh. I mean, I'm not a ... history buff, or anything. You were married to Henry VIII. That's about it.

[Also she was the reason the Church of England exists, but she already knows that. And... she was executed, but maybe she doesn't know that? And that's not a thing you should hear from a stranger.]

[ensorceler]

[ Yeah, she sure was married to him, but to hear you're famous for just being married to someone leaves her king of meh, after all her work. Especially since she does now know how that marriage is soon to completely collapse into pieces. ]

...I see. Well, Mister Samson, I will pray you stay safe in whatever charge we have been entrusted with this day.

[samson]

[Anne should take this with a grain of salt, though. Because Brock isn't exactly what you would call 'well-educated.']

Uh, sure. Whatever.