Board Thread:Fanfiction/@comment-26178112-20160930221859

 The unfortunate news of Ali, one of the simple attendants of this god awful cruise called the “queen of the Nile”, came out as just as simple of a reason as he seemed. Just a “simple accident”, but of course, not wanting to frighten the guests, Alice and many of the others only knew about it until this afternoon. According to Hamid, the poor boy drowned trying to swim off the ship; after he was believed to be the main culprit of an attack (via falling vase) that happened to the contact, Vicky Bliss. She couldn’t get this thought out of her mind as she went down the gangplank. And neither could she when she was looking right at her contact on the bus headed for the royal tombs. She was quite sure of something odd, though, that “Schmidt” fellow that joined the cruise not long before Ali’s, well there wasn’t any better way to put it: Murder, was trying too hard and too fast to talk to Vicky. It seemed suspicious, even if this embarrassing Schmidt fellow was a friend of Vicky, Alice had other ideas… Mostly that this Schmidt isn’t who Vicky thinks he is.

 “Vicky, perhaps you should not do this.” The man exclaimed in the most ridiculous parody of German Alice ever heard, it looked like he thought he was whispering to her. At least Vicky seemed sure this was Schmit. He’s loud, unsubtle,  and perhaps even stupid, if she dare permit herself to think that. Like Sherlock Holmes if Watson, or in other words Vicky, was the genius...

         This man’s outrageous accent would later prove to be rather annoying as the echo of the royal tombs amplified it to new extremes. Not to mention he decided to turn his attention to Alice instead.

         “Doesn’t it seem quite clear? The walls look just like what you’d see on an ancient Minoan vase! Not to mention the possibilities that these two civilizations could have met easily…” and he just went on and on and on, she underestimated his opinion on the Minoan influence of the old Egyptian dynasties, it seems…

          His great speech was cut short when Alice saw what everyone else in the group was hearing, Feisal, their charming guide through these tombs, explained a scene as if he saw it with his own eyes. Managing to suggest a disturbing, yet touching beauty that once graced this place, “of a king and queen, offering to their one and only god, a sun disk with rays ending in small, caressing human hands, to the very dark end where this room was instead filled with mourners, their clothes tattered and their hands raised in ceremonial grieving.” It felt like something that would haunt one's dreams if they were to think of it more. When he mentioned that perhaps a female was buried here, one of the more ghastly members of their party gasped with excitement.

       “But I thought this was the king’s tomb.” One of a nameless German couple asked.

 “We do not know the identity of the woman on the brier.” Feisal answered, “it has been suggested she was-“

 “Nefertiti!” Bellowed a loud, ghastly, whale of a lady with very innacurate looking, flowing robe set with (very ridiculous) veils.

 “Yes, I feel it. I feel her presence.” She suddenly flopped down, sitting cross-legged, and began crooning. Alice could tell she wasn't the only one ogling with disgust or blushing with embarrassment. She noticed that Feisal was actually grinning with amusement as she heard someone make an equally entertaining remark.

 “Odd how so many people get so soggy over Nefertiti.” Said the white haired groom a couple. Alice had noticed something about him before, and that was that he had a keen interest in Vicky just as much as his real wife.. As a matter of fact, they’ve been more separate here than before at Amarna.

 Feisal soon after gave the reality the situation. “It is not nefertiti. She appears elsewhere in the same scene.” He gestured towards the walls of the room. “One authority has suggested that it is this was her tomb, not that of her husband, but that viewpoint is not generally accepted. The unfinished suite of rooms leading off the downward passage may have been intended for her burial. We will visit them later, but first you will want to see the best preserved portion of the tomb…” he proceeded to lead the whole group out of the room, leaving Louisa to… Whatever she thought she was doing. The spectacle of this next room was much better than the last. A quick glance over to Vicky and Alice could certainly feel why she seemed so afraid to be in here. It was dark, cold, and stiff. Not to mention the fact that the pillars looked not far from crumbling down on everyone’s heads.

 A long while after they had finally climbed out of that dusty hole and were back aboard. Alice had little time to talk to Vicky while they were down in the tombs, but now she can finally come forward to her while she’s in her suite. She was starting to hate this mission more and more, it was like Sisyphus, getting so close only to see the boulder roll all the way downhill… For one thing, Alice was considering resignation. She was getting too old for this, she quickly put on some summer clothes and snatched the bottle of hydrogen peroxide from her suite’s medicine cabinet. She covered up the bottles cover with her hand and convinced herself it was liniment. She went and knocked on the door.

 “Oh.” Vicky seemed quite disappointed. “Hi.”

 “I thought you might need something for that ankle.” Alice handed over the bottle, still covering it as she came in. “I thought you might find this liniment quite effective.”

 and you can end it any way you want from here. :3  </ac_metadata>