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srt (braver) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-11 10:51:00

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ace, complete, day 7, pheromones, temperance brennan

Day 7
Who: Bones and Ace
What: Bleeding Love
When: Early Afternoonish
Where: Courtyard, to start
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete

Bones had spent her second day holed up in her room slash lab. She didn't want to give anyone anything to observe. But if there were cameras in her room somewhere, it didn't make a bit of difference if she stayed there or went outside. So, this morning, she had decided that being observed or not, she was going to try to figure out where she was, and why she'd been brought here.

She showered, put on a fresh set of clothes. Clothes that were her style, and filled her drawers and closet. She didn't know where they'd come from, but her rebellion didn't extend to being dirty and wearing clothes two days in a row. She left her hair down, knowing that today was probably not going to produce any work for her. Wearing an outfit she might wear if she went out on a dig, jeans and a tanktop and hiking shoes, she exited her room.

She wasn't exactly sure where to start, but she figured that the plaque she'd been shown the first day was as good as anything. She walked down the hall, down the stairs and out of the building. She was almost thrown back by the sensation that hit her as soon as she inhaled. She blinked rapidly and shook her head like she'd just been struck in the face with a bat.

She could smell something faintly on the air, but it didn't register as anything odd. But she was starting to feel ... good. And it was strange considering she'd left her room in a rather irritated mood. She shook it off and headed for the courtyard where the plaque had been. She wanted to re-read it and try to make some sense of the situation.

She rounded the corner of the building and came face to face with another woman. "Sorry." She glanced into her face, blue eyes meeting her own and smiled. And then it happened, that gut wrenching feeling of love. What the hell?

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timevigilante
2008-07-12 12:34 am UTC (link)

Ace had woken early -- nearly the crack of dawn -- and had gone out to run. It had been habit when she'd been in training for the Spacefleet, and afterwards became an easy way to relax that didn't include blowing things up. She'd even found the pool and swam a few laps before going back to her room to shower and change into some normal clothes. Normal clothes being her blue jeans, an old Happy Mondays band shirt, and utility belt (for lack of a better way to describe it). The later being something she never went without, and especially not when she had left the weapons normally strapped to her wrist and belt behind. After all, safe as this planet may appear to be, she wasn't about to take any chances. The soldier hadn't lasted this long by not being cautious, and she could hardly be expected to trust a planet or any of the people it kidnapped?

During her run and swim she'd been lucky not to cross paths with anyone -- mostly because she doubted anyone was up that early. However, she had spent a good deal of time breathing in the tainted air. So when she rounded the corner to leave the courtyard that afternoon and caught sight of Bones all those pheromones struck, forcing a smile and bringing up all kinds of feelings that as nice as they were she new should not be directed at some stranger.

A rather nice stranger. Beautiful, in fact. Actually, after Ace took a second glance the smile became less forced, and however sudden these feelings were, she decided that at least they were well directed. "Don't be." She said, waving off the apology casually. "You're the best thing to happen to me all day."

Okay, so she probably could've tried to come up with something better then that, but it had been a while since she'd tried to chat up another woman -- or anyone for that matter. "Ace." The brunette introduced with a mock bow. "Who might you be?"

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braver
2008-07-12 01:13 pm UTC (link)

Bones quirked a half smile at the compliment. "You must have been doing something pretty awful before I came along then." She laughed, slightly embarrassed. She couldn't figure out why this woman gave her the squishy butterflies in her stomach. Every time she'd felt something like that, it was for a man. And come to think of it, she hadn't ever really felt that.

"Dr. Temperance Brennan. Ace, huh? I like it. I love it, actually. Simple, to the point." Babbling. Never something that had been a problem for the antropologist. Well, unless one counted rambling on about forensics. She had been distracted by the beauty in front of her and had completely lost sight of what she had been doing earlier.

"Uh, where were you headed?" Normally, Brennan was a lot more eloquent. She was, however, very confused by the sudden onset of feelings she was experiencing and could do nothing more than stutter and try to make some semblance of sense. Tempe rubbed one of her own arms because if she didn't do something, she would likely reach over and rub the other's arm.