Thread: Alternate Timeline Crossover RP (EvelynWillows & Reality Escapee)

The winds were fantastic that day brisk and steady with a soft heat from the coming summer already creeping into the air. It would have been a perfect day to throw a pool party, but she wasnt having a party today. No, Eleanor Virginia Lowrance had set her course on the Comanche , a nearly forty foot long racing yacht her father had leased for Ellies first around the world solo sailing trip, and she was on her way to making history. She smiled to herself. There were many things opening up to women nowadays with the feminist movement, equality, and women such as Amelia Erhart and herself. They were true pioneers in a wild an untamed world. It was, after all, 1964. President Johnson was leading their nation into prosperity, and hopefully soon that horrid war in Vietnam would be over and all their boys would come home. Eleanor sighed. If only people would give peace a chance. Spread the love, and just unclench. Then no more people would have to die. She thought about President Kennedy and the previous years tragedy and nearly cried again. Noshe would be strong. This was a year for new beginnings. She had to believe what was that? She brought a slim tanned hand over her brows to shade her eyes from the sun. Something streaked through the air and slammed into the ocean. Huge waves shot up into the air, white and frothy in the otherwise calm seas. Whoa. She chewed the pink gob of sugary synthetic rubber in her mouth, as she watched the fins of white waves die down into the water, Ellie formed the gum in her mouth and blew a bubble. It popped after a moment and stuck to her cheeks and the bottom of her white rimmed Jackie Kennedy glasses. The glasses matched her white sailing shorts and the white bikini top she had thrown on that morning. One never knew when a ship might pass by with reporters on it an adventurer like herself had to look her best, even in the middle of the pacific. She plucked the wayward pieces of gum off her face and pushed them back through her pink lips into the wet warmth within. At first she thought that the falling object might have been a spy satellite. Those Ruskies were pretty sneaky who knew what they had floating around in space. When three flares shot up into the sky and burst brilliant white against the azure heavens, she frowned. Spy or no spy, it was a sailors duty to rescue anyone stranded in the ocean. It was, after all, the American thing to do. She quickly adjusted her sails and swung the rudder about to turn the yacht towards the crash site. Already her imagination was swimming with thoughts of the headlines that might come of this. As they neared the site she saw the most pitiful sight a man was clinging to a slowly sinking silver craft and shouting in several different languages. He was drenched and obviously cold! Eleanor dropped the main sail to slow the ship and rushed to throw a red and white life preserver to the survivor. For a moment she thought about how color coordinated she must seem dressed in white on a red yacht, the red and white life preserver sailing through the air and behind it all the magnificent flag of the grand ol U.S of A. flying in the breeze. Oh, if only she had a photographer on board! Hey! Grab the ring, Ill pull you in! Her words were punctuated by another pink bubble as she worked her words around her favorite solo oral pastime. As she leaned over the bow of the ship she thought to herself that he certainly didnt look Russian. He was much too tan and swarthy to be a Russian. Maybe he was an Italian?