Moon Knight (![]() ![]() @ 2023-11-17 23:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | heartless: cath corvus, marvel: ikaris, marvel: moon knight, marvel: sharon carter, marvel: steve rogers, shadowhunters: simon lewis, ~inactive: henry foss, ~inactive: thor odinson |
Netpost: Moon Knight
I have a hypothesis about something. I don't know how plausible or batshit it might be, but I'm going to suggest it anyhow. You're being a nerd I know there's other stuff going on, and this is nothing to do with Thanos's stones or the red portals or Time-skipping, so I'm sorry about that. I just. It might be important? I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't think I'm where I'm supposed to be. I don't just mean arriving through the portal or anything like that, it's something different. I'm not aware of going through a portal or a magic doorway that just appeared or anything like that, but this is not where I was. I'm basing this on a number of observations, some of which are listed below.
My room in the Wakandan Consulate is in the wrong place. I didn't know why I'm now one room over from where I usually am, but I didn't want to make a fuss. And my stuff isn't there. My compass. The shirt you got for me.
My jobs don't exist here. And people were surprised by what I'd said I did - I'm not a Marine or a security person, I'm an Egyptologist. I've worked at Cambridge University for years, I got my degree and my Masters and my Doctorate there, I couldn't have been a Marine or anything like that. I'm Dr. Steven Grant, I don't have a military rank. But there's no mention of me being in the faculty on the website. My work email doesn't work. Don't forget my job And the job I had here, in the outdoors shop, which now doesn't exist. The job, I mean. The shop still very much exists.
My books that showed up. The books have my name in them, and the notes and post-its that are all through them are in my handwriting, but they're not my copies. They're almost all older, second-hand editions. The notes are my work, but some of them make no sense. Reminders to try and find journals online when I know I have them in my office. Translations that are incomplete because I apparently don't know Hieratic well enough even though I teach the bloody course on Hieratic and Demotic writing. Things like that.
I watched a documentary about dig sites at Saqqara the other night, and I had to stop about half-way through, because I'd been to those digs while they were happening, I know some of the men involved and I know what happened, what they found. The papyri that were brought out. I worked on translating some of them. But the documentary showed different finds, different people working at the digs. I knew that place. Marc, mate, we can talk about it later if you want, but can I just get this posted first and then I promise we can go talk about Saqqara and look at maps and photos all you want. Why are you typing loads and then deleting it all instead of just telling me? The girl behind the counter is giving me funny looks. I don't want to give her more reasons. Oh okay
This isn't right. There are too many differences. This isn't where I'm supposed to be.
I'm normally more well-spoken than this, sorry, but I'm just, I'm sat in a diner typing out my thoughts at the moment, and they are more than a little scattered, so, yes, sorry.