"I'll start", announced the bandana wearing woman."But with the question first. If you're truly from the future...then what happened in Ireland around 1640?"
Sophia pulled out her phone, ready to search.
"Lord! Is that a weapon? I knew it!", barked the suit man.
"Oh my god, calm down! This is called a phone", explained Sophia in an irritated voice. "It is a device used to search for information, it stores a lot of it, and before you say anything, everyone has one of these here, this isn't a vicious trick or anything....lemme search- the WiFi is so bad here, I need to change places".
"The what?"
"It won't last long, okay?", she concluded.
Explaining everything will be tricky.
Since the museum was sort of hidden in the woods, Sophia had expected this problem. She was told it would get fixed in the following days, and in her initial plans, she had no particular use of the internet for numerous days.
Sophia shifted around the room, trying to find a better spot, angling her arm in different directions and looking like a desperate idiot.
For a few seconds, she considered trying outside the building.
"...why didn't we freeze?".
A voice unexpectedly arose, making Sophia jump. She turned around, and to her surprise, well, the statues could still move.
"W-why didn't you freeze??"
"That's what I said", deadpanned the blonde lady.
"But the first time...". She took a moment to ponder the various hypotheses popping in her mind. "It probably means you can move if I stay there long enough"
"But how long? And how long can we move?",asked Mr flat cap.
"I have no idea, we should take one thing at a time. I've got WiFi so let's get back to the question".
She quickly checked the time before carrying on. It's been ten minutes since she arrived.
"Alright, let's see...it says a civil war started in Ulster, it began as a harmless coup d'état and- here's a fun fact, the leader was betrayed and it all degenerated into a chaotic massacre ".
"Well...only locals know that but it's true, I'm from there". The woman scrutinized Sophia from head to toe, as if searching for anything alarming, then sighed and slightly smiled at her. "My name is Sierra. Captain Sierra Cunningham. Year 1670."
It didn't occur to Sophia because of the urgency of the situation, but the closer she looked, the more obvious it became that Sierra was a pirate. Her delicate figure was highlighted by a loose-fitting long-sleeved white blouse and sturdy blue trousers, topped with a wide leather belt and knee-high black boots.
"What a name for a thief", mocked the suit guy.
"You're hilarious, smartass".
"Thank you".
"You think I was complementing you? Sorry- I have to find a place to laugh about this idea".
"Suit yourself. Meanwhile, I will perfect my plan for the tragic murder of yours".
"Bet you won't even come up with an idea before I rip you limb from limb".
"I am soooo terrified".
"Stop talking to me. I can't stand you".
"I hate your pretentious ass".
"I hate yours more".
"Guys, come on! This is serious!",begged Sophia.
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SEVEN: When marble awakens
ParanormalHow many of us could describe themselves with precision? That is something Sophia Rockefeller has always wondered about. One thing was sure: she couldn't. She barely knew about herself, holding onto her ambitions and dreams to keep her head above...
