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Paradise Losers - Part 4

Thomas Overbeck

I do realize I'm taking a bit of an artistic license with the supposed terrain and climate of the Paleocene part of the Earth where Wichita Falls is now.

Meanwhile... Agent Scott has popped up in Cesium Comics... Check it out!


Thu, Mar 14, 2013

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KiTA

Uh, they uh, did remember to tell their friends and family, especially those with the ability to time travel, where exactly they're going, right?

Wed, Mar 13, 2013

Scott

@Kita: I suppose if necessary, Agent Scott could step back to a modern-day time where he knew they were present and spy on them until he knew their plans. For all we know, he already has. :)

Thu, Mar 14, 2013

Francisco

What's the betting that some creature or other moves the time machine, the stones or both?

Thu, Mar 14, 2013

David Nuttall

60 million years ago (or so). Okay, the big dino predators are no longer around, but there were plenty of big-enough mammalian predators at the time. This might not be as much of a paradise vacation as they think.

After that much of a time jump, I am sure that the locket needs to be recharged, so what does she do? She wraps it up and puts it in a dark place! It recharges from sunlight! Now when they need it (like to help get away from a vision early bovine, a ravenous bugblatter or some similar critter), they are screwed. It is better to be appearing naked in, say, a modern court room, than appearing in a predator's digestive tract. Even following the naturist philosophy, you can wear essential equipment.

Fri, Mar 15, 2013

David Nuttall

This is what I get for not reading the full story before posting a comment, after not reading my web-comics for a couple of weeks. Cassie already thought about all that stuff.

Inform those with a means to reach you about your travel plans. Hmm,
"Nikki, we are going here (points to a map) for this date range. If we fail to report in by next Friday, call the cops and let them know where (and when) we are. And whatever you do, do not tell Matt what we are doing." Mind you, when I do this, my date range does not include "60 million BC." The cops in this case would be a certain office of the FBI.

How much "butterfly effect" will this generate? This time, not only Commodore's fate is changed.

- Chekhov's Gun? No Chekhov was in charge of engineering on Star Trek. ;)
- What about Mr. Scott? I thought he was in charge of that.
- No, Scott was the pilot, but in the first episode they had him working security.
- So what happened to Sulu?
- The science officer? She was pretty cool. Showed that a woman can be beautiful and smart at the same time.

Fri, Mar 15, 2013

Thomas O.

How did this end up with a breakdown of Star Trek? O_o

For the record: There's not much of a power difference between a few minutes' time-jump and a few million years, sort of like the volume control on a radio.

Sun, Mar 17, 2013

David Nuttall

Re: Star Trek recasting.

Referencing your strip where Matt let a butterfly go in the past and when he comes back Cassie's tablet is by Commodore instead of Apple. Go that much further back and you get that much bigger an effect, like a total scramble of the characters on Star Trek.

So Matt and Cassie get talking after their return and Cassie brings up the topic of Chekhov's Gun (named after the writer, not the Star Trek character). Matt tries to be geeky cute (or he just man not know about Anton) by bringing up his (modified) memories of a 60's TV program.

Mon, Mar 18, 2013

jwhouk

First thing that I'm surprised she didn't "think through" - putting the time machine in a waterproof bag and hiding it somewhere other than a tree...

Thu, Apr 04, 2013

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