There are things to be claimed... [Video]
[The communicator flickers on, sitting on a table. Luke is in the far corner of the room, at the doorway, dragging something very large and very wooden into the room. It appears to be a large wooden box. As he walks further into the frame, he turns to the communicator and smiles.]
Look what I found! It looks like it was buried next to the house originally, but the rain and snow and wetness kind of dug it part of the way out. It was easy to pry it out the rest of the way.
[He puzzles over the top of the box, perplexed. His next comments are mostly to himself.] I don't want to break the box when I open it...so maybe...why don't all boxes just come with hinges on them... [Luke disappears from view, leaving the screen to just show the large, slightly muddy box on the floor. For a solid minute, he's gone. He suddenly reappears, triumphant, holding a piece of flat metal. It might be shrapnel, but it is definitely not a crowbar. At least it doesn't look sharp.]
This should work.
[He pries the thin piece of metal under the seam of the top of the box and starts trying to pry the thing open. There's a good few minutes of aggravated struggle with the large box, and then the lid pops off. He pulls it open, careful not to break the lid in the process.]
It's a time capsule! [He laughs, picking up a note from the top and starting to read.] Ah! Who would need a letter to know what to do with a time capsule?
[Awkward pause]
W-wait a second! I...I wrote this to myself?!
[ooc: Time capsule time! Sorry it took me so long to get this up. It's been a crazy class week. Luke will be having a momentary freak-out about writing a letter to himself, feel free to jump in!]
Look what I found! It looks like it was buried next to the house originally, but the rain and snow and wetness kind of dug it part of the way out. It was easy to pry it out the rest of the way.
[He puzzles over the top of the box, perplexed. His next comments are mostly to himself.] I don't want to break the box when I open it...so maybe...why don't all boxes just come with hinges on them... [Luke disappears from view, leaving the screen to just show the large, slightly muddy box on the floor. For a solid minute, he's gone. He suddenly reappears, triumphant, holding a piece of flat metal. It might be shrapnel, but it is definitely not a crowbar. At least it doesn't look sharp.]
This should work.
[He pries the thin piece of metal under the seam of the top of the box and starts trying to pry the thing open. There's a good few minutes of aggravated struggle with the large box, and then the lid pops off. He pulls it open, careful not to break the lid in the process.]
It's a time capsule! [He laughs, picking up a note from the top and starting to read.] Ah! Who would need a letter to know what to do with a time capsule?
[Awkward pause]
W-wait a second! I...I wrote this to myself?!
[ooc: Time capsule time! Sorry it took me so long to get this up. It's been a crazy class week. Luke will be having a momentary freak-out about writing a letter to himself, feel free to jump in!]