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srt ([info]braver) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-27 10:03:00

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Entry tags:arrival, complete, day 5, miguel alvarez, temperance brennan

Day 5
Who: Bones & Miguel
What: Arrival
When: Morning
Where: Near the Barn
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Bones was dreaming. There really was no other explanation. The last thing she remembered was lying in bed, drifting off to sleep. She didn't remember the exact moment she fell asleep because no one ever does. But she was sure that this was a dream. How else could she explain the trail she was now standing on? It didn't look familiar, in fact it looked like no place she could ever remember seeing in her life. And Temperance Brennan had been a number of places in her life.

She looked down and saw that she was fully dressed. No longer in the tank top and boy shorts she'd gone to bed in. She now wore a pair of black slacks, high heels, and a blue silk blouse. To her amazement, she also had a matching black jacket slung over her arm and her purse slung over her other shoulder. Shifting the jacket to the opposite arm, she raised her hand and felt that her hair was also done. Curiouser and curiouser. She laughed slightly and pinched herself. "Wake up!"

Her voice seemed to echo down the trail and ricochet back at her from the nearby.. mountains? It was so surreal. She turned around and looked at the other end of the trail. There seemed to be no people around. She was alone. That in and of itself was not odd, Tempe spent a lot of time alone. She had to be dreaming. How else could she have come to reality completely clothed and hair done? She knew nothing could be done by standing there, so she began to walk.

She seemed to walk for quite some time. She hoped she would wake up soon or she would be late for work at the Jeffersonian. A thought occured to her several minutes later. What if she was walking in the wrong direction? She couldn't see any signs or anything that would give her directions. Well, best to walk the wrong way the first time than the second time. Another several minutes seemed to pass and she knew that she must have long since been late for work. She just couldn't work out why she was still dreaming. Surely her alarm would have gone off by now. She never slept through her alarm. She was really starting to worry now. What if she was in a coma?

But she was healthy. There was no reason she should be in a coma. She was getting tired of walking. But, was that a building in the distance. It was! She walked with more determination now, sure she was going in the right direction. Several minutes later she was much closer and could see that the building was like something she'd find in the country. A barn. A barn? She reached her hand up and combed it through her hair. Frustrated now. She pinched herself again. "WAKE UP!!"



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[info]braver
2008-07-09 05:10 pm UTC (link)
"Right, the golems again." Miguel, for the most part, appeared fairly normal to Tempe. But, she was starting to worry about the state of his mental health. He couldn't seriously believe that a mythical creature created from inanimate matter actually existed. But, she could see from his face that he thought he was telling the truth. He believed it. Even if it was impossible.

"Not all the rooms are occupied? Are other arrivals expected?" She glanced at the numbers on the doors as she passed them. It was a long time, but they finally got to her door. She wasn't sure what she had assumed, but she thought that all the rooms would have people living in them. Small or not.

She looked at the key in her hand, shifted her purse on her shoulder and stuck it in the lock. She pushed it open, wary, and the door swung wide. She frowned again as the room momentarily looked like a second-rate hotel room. But in a matter of moments, it had changed completely to reflect something akin to her own apartment in D.C.

It wasn't exactly the same, because part of a lab was off to the side. She definitely didn't have a lab in her apartment back in D.C. It appeared as if the two had merged, and where her office was in the lab at the Jeffersonian, was her bedroom and living room from the apartment. And where her kitchen used to be, was the partial lab.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing. In her astonishment, she stepped inside. She looked around her, jaw slack and wondered how this could be possible. She wanted to pinch herself again to be sure, but it hadn't worked the first few times. The walls were littered with artifacts she'd found during digs, but other than those decorations, her room appeared to be quite sterile and organized. Just as he had imagined, probably.

She ran her hand over one of the bookcases, it had been filled with a lot of her books and even the ones she'd written. The lab smelled the same, but it didn't quite look the same. Everything was slightly different, but it was alike enough to make her feel a sharp pang of homesickness.

She blanched slightly and sat down in a leather armchar. Glancing back at Miguel she gave him a shaky smile. "This can't be happening. I'm going mad." She rubbed her forehead and sighed softly. "Do you want to come in?" She didn't often have people over at her apartment back in D.C. and just now she couldn't think why.

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[info]prisoner97a413
2008-07-11 11:01 am UTC (link)
“I dunno”, Miguel replied. “More people seem to show up every day so probably”. When Temperance opened the room, Miguel peeked in to see a standard hotel room but like his room had days before, this one quickly changed. It became a hybrid of an apartment and a laboratory. Miguel let out an impressed whistle. “Nice”. Temperance said something about going mad and Miguel nodded slightly. “It feels that way at first but you get use to it after a while. Well, kinda use to it. This place seems to have a ton of surprises”.

The Latino smiled gratefully as Temperance offered to let him into her room. Normally he might have said yes but he had feeling she needed time to adjust to her new surroundings. Besides he kinda felt a little awkward hanging out with some who was practically like a cop in his mind. She might not arrest people for a living but she helped those that did and Miguel didn’t want to think what could happen if he slipped up. Still, he liked Temperance and wouldn’t mind getting to know her better.

“Gracias but I’m afraid I can’t. Maybe we could meet some other time for lunch or something though?” He suggested. “Anyway, like I said if you ever want to talk or get a hold of me, I’m just downstairs.” With that Miguel left Temperance to let her get use to her new room.

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