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       #Post#: 296--------------------------------------------------
       Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
       By: insert name Date: June 1, 2017, 8:32 pm
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       Okay, so I don't have any concrete ideas for present timeline
       things for some frequent posters (want Woodstock to be through
       before I get into stuff that happens after), so instead I'm
       going to set up a couple Threads to talk about people's general
       backstories and various points in history. I'm going to let
       people set the first scene or just describe things, if they'd
       like, but ca jump in if need be.
       This one is for Dr. Hertz.
       #Post#: 299--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
       By: PlebeianTyrant Date: June 2, 2017, 9:49 am
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       <German>
       "No, I haven't heard from Madalene... Not since December. I'm
       sorry I'm not there... I will try to get you a boat ticket to
       come here, but the Americans do not want many Jewish
       immigrants... Yes, I would get as many as possible... No, I
       haven't forgotten my family... Mother, please don't speak like
       that. If they hate us that much I'm sure they would let the Jews
       leave... Those are just rumors... Yes, okay... I will... I love
       you as well... Tell Karl not to make trouble... Bye."
       Dr. Hertz hangs up the small rotary phone sitting on top of a
       cheap wooden desk. The sun shown in through the blinds in the
       windows, making odd shapes around the small office. Boxes sat
       all over the room, the phone being the first thing he had
       unpacked in preparation for his mother's late night call (God
       only knew how or what she had to do to get her hands on a phone
       given the situation in Germany). He leans forward with his
       elbows in the desk and removes his glasses and rubs his eyes.
       Tears begin working their way out from between his fingers. He
       couldn't stand lying to his mother like that. He had already
       tried and pulled as many strings as he could, but no could help.
       There new Nazi government has shut down emigration and the
       American public wasn't being very sympathetic to foreign
       concerns. If he had more money or clout, maybe he could snuggle
       his family out, but that was a long shot. America was doing
       terribly financial sense, and they didn't want become involved
       in expensive overseas endeavors.
       Hertz decided to take his mind off something he could do very
       little about. Unpacking his new office at the military base
       could wait. Everything he had was basically sitting in this
       room, and it wasn't a lot of stuff. He wanders over to a box,
       dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief, opening he finds his
       personal effects: a few passages of the Torah, pictures of his
       family, his diplomas, passport, a small golden star of David,
       and he was really looking for. He pulled the bottle of brandy or
       if the box; a gift from a friend back at Cambridge. "Thanks
       Richard. You continue to be a life saver." Hertz mumbles at the
       bottle.
       Just then, there's a knock at his office door. Here jerks out of
       his stupor. "Hallo? Kommt in."
       His secretary pokes her head in through the barely opened door.
       Hertz recalls that he was given a secretary today, but with the
       moving in and the phone call he forgot someone else was nearby.
       He remembers that she's pretty and he liked how clean her teeth
       were when she smiled.
       #Post#: 303--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
       By: insert name Date: June 3, 2017, 1:30 am
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       The young woman stands sheepishly just inside the doorway. She
       smiles, but the clean teeth flash only briefly before it becomes
       all lip, pressed thin with awkward worry. It's hard to tell if
       she's nervous about the scene before her, or just the new
       employer.
       "I thought-" she says, "That is, would you like some help
       setting your office up?"
       [hr]
       OOC
       So, based on this
  HTML http://www.bl.uk/learning/histcitizen/voices/info/decrees/decrees.html<br
       />useful and incredibly depressing site this is probably 1941.
       Phones are confiscated in 1940, but its in '41 that use of
       public telephones becomes illegal and travel outside the country
       is officially banned.
       Also, what precisely is the work Hertz does for the government?
       I'm ignorant as to what biologists get hired for (though I'm
       sure there's any number of things).
       #Post#: 311--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
       By: PlebeianTyrant Date: June 4, 2017, 1:03 pm
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       "Oh! Uh... Sure, you can help me with my books." Hertz perks up
       a little and turns away from her to gesture at some boxes behind
       him and to wipe away more of the tears. "Just unpack them and...
       put them... ehhh... there." He points to some shelves built into
       the wall on the north side of the room.
       Once she starts, he puts the bottle down on his desk and sets
       about moving his personal affects to the desk. He subtly blows
       his nose while the secretary has her back turned to him. As he
       watched her to sneak more dabbing and blowing in to make himself
       more presentable he paused.  How long has it been since he'd
       been with a woman? He stole glances at her between putting
       pictures up on the desk and putting journals in the drawers.
       She had a womanly figure and her shirt clung to her chest
       tightly showing off her bosom quite well. Her pleated skirt
       stopped right above her knees letting him see her calves. She
       nearly caught him staring, but he managed to grab a piece of
       paper and begin scratching notes on it to look busy.
       After an hour of directing her helping, he gathered his courage
       and asked, "I'm new here. Is there&#8203; somewhere decent to
       eat? I'm sick of cafeteria food." He chuckles slightly.
       #Post#: 312--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
       By: insert name Date: June 4, 2017, 11:40 pm
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       The young woman sets to her work with a certain nervous energy,
       but not with any real confidence. She worries so much about
       making mistakes that her motions become clumsy and the mistakes
       follow. Dropped books, boxes in the wrong place. No harm is
       done, save perhaps to Hertz's opinion of her. They've saddled
       him with an inexperienced klutz. Hand the Jew the worst of the
       secretarial pool.
       Still, she clearly wants to help. The phone stares at Hertz,
       reminding him that wanting to help isn't always enough.
       When he asks her about lunch, she hesitates a moment.
       "That depends," she says, "Do you keep kosher? There are a few
       I've been told to recommend if you don't, but I haven't been to
       them, myself."
       It's a slight surprise. Hertz hadn't really considered the
       possibility this young woman was Jewish. Should he be offended
       they went out of their way to pair her with him, or comforted by
       some semblance of familiarity. His superiors are at least
       concerned, but is this compassion or condescension? Maybe they
       keep the Jews together here as well, so when the time comes...
       It is so easy to worry.
       The woman has a concerned look on her face, opens her mouth as
       though to speak, and then shuts it again.
       [hr]
       OOC
       This is in DC, correct?
       #Post#: 313--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
       By: PlebeianTyrant Date: June 5, 2017, 5:48 am
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       OOC
       If this is Rita, she's not Jewish. That's why Hertz never raised
       his children as Jews. Their mother wasn't one. They would need
       to be confirmed. Doesn't stop her from being aware. Also, I
       didn't have a place in mind, so it could be DC, or anywhere
       else. New Mexico was where they were doing a lot of weapons
       testing.
       IC
       [quote]They've saddled him with an inexperienced klutz. Hand the
       Jew the worst of the secretarial pool. [/quote]
       At least she's&#8203; good looking. They could've handed him
       some old hag who'd tell him all about her idiot children
       constantly and would be confused by things like radios.
       [quote]The woman has a concerned look on her face, opens her
       mouth as though to speak, and then shuts it again.[/quote]
       Hertz's eyes refocus on her after his small bout of paranoia.
       "What? Oh... I suppose I should... You know what? We don't have
       to if you don't want." He walks over to his desk and picks up
       his hat and puts it on. It's an old bowler hat from England,
       another gift from Richard. "Lead the way." He gestures at the
       door, forcing a smile.
       #Post#: 316--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
       By: insert name Date: June 5, 2017, 12:19 pm
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       OOC
       Huh... I don't have notes on it, but I thought Hertz had made a
       point of marrying Jewish.
       Mind you, I think what I was thinking of may have been that we
       discussed Justin being Jewish, because Hertz encouraged her to
       marry a Jewish man.
       Well, I apologize for posting quite a bit that was just wrong.
       I'll get to an IC post soon.
       #Post#: 318--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
       By: insert name Date: June 5, 2017, 6:30 pm
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       OOC
       So, yeah, ignore that part about her never eating non-kosher.
       The line should probably have been:
       "That depends," she says, "Do you keep kosher? There are a few
       I've been told to recommend if you do, but I haven't been to
       them, myself."
       So, you know, mostly the same.
       You know, I'd put you at Fort Detrick, but it won't be all that
       involved in bioweapons research for about two years... in fact,
       in the States almost no one is doing work on bioweapons right
       now, because they're generally considered impractical. As of
       this scene, there's some talk, but nothing substantial yet.
       So... you're probably in Missouri at Fort Leonard Wood, working
       for the Chemical Warfare Services (founded in WW1, name changed
       to Chemical Corps in 1946)
       [hr]
       IC
       If anything surprises Rita in Hertz's speech it's the use of
       'we', but she recovers quickly. "No, no, it's alright," Rita
       says quickly, "There's a place called Hofberg's on Kennedy
       street. It's supposed to be really good. Uh... do you have a
       car? Because, I take the bus."
       Hertz doesn't have a car, but getting a taxi isn't too hard.
       Hoffberg's is a kosher delicatessen that advertises 25¢ hot
       dogs. The menu also has Russian caviar $1.25, sturgeon for 85¢
       and corned beef. It's a small place, but a cozy atmosphere and
       several people around the counters. Some are just coming in to
       buy meat, others getting sandwiches and bagels.
       The man behind the counters is middle aged, maybe in his
       forties. He smiles at the two of them as they come in. "Hey
       there! Nice to see a new face! What can I do for you?"
       The place is fairly cheap, but the patrons have a mix of working
       class and higher. A lot of middle class, educated looking men
       and women.
  HTML https://www.jhsgw.org/images/uploads/objects_of_the_month/2013/_normal/hofbergs-exterior.jpg<br
       />
  HTML https://www.jhsgw.org/images/uploads/objects_of_the_month/2013/_normal/hofbergs-menu.jpg
       [hr]
       OOC
       Okay, technically the menu is from the 1950s, but you get the
       point.
       #Post#: 319--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
       By: PlebeianTyrant Date: June 6, 2017, 6:19 am
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       Hertz gets the two of them a table. Asks Rita what she wants and
       puts in the orders. He sits back at the table with Rita. "You
       know, I have never tried an American 'hot-dog' before. We had
       wurst in Hamburg, which was good. Then I lived in England for
       ten years and they had sausage. They would eat them raw
       sometimes, can you believe that? Unhealthy. I'm curious what
       America has to offer. I like the look of them. Very clean and
       nice."
       "So, tell me a something about you. I am curious about a pretty
       lady like yourself. How do you work for the military?" Hertz
       asks after the food arrives.
       #Post#: 320--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Secret Origins: Dr. Hertz
       By: insert name Date: June 6, 2017, 12:14 pm
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       The Hoffberg's kosher beef hotdog is good, but simple. The
       american sausage seems to lack a lot of the spice and complexity
       of traditional East European cuisine.
       Rita gets the corned beef.
       "I type well," she says with a smile, "And my father worked for
       the army for almost thirty years. It makes getting cleared a lot
       easier." She does not ask him what brings him to this work.
       "Have you found a place here yet, or are you staying on Camp?"
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