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

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Entry tags: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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[info]braver
2008-07-20 09:44 pm UTC (link)
She didn't really want to argue with Ace, but Bones had only been on the planet for three days, and one of them she'd spent holed up in her room/lab, and the first day she'd arrived and this day she'd run into Ace. She hadn't seen much of the resort. And she hadn't met any of the people she was talking about.

Miguel seemed normal enough, if not as deluded as Ace. She was starting to feel like this was all a dream, or that she was possibly in a coma. Her logical and rational mind would not allow her to believe all this without some sort of explanation. And a sentient planet wasn't an explanation.

She accepted what she said with a little shrug and then changed the subject. They chatted a little more, finishing their coffees before deciding to find something else to entertain them. Bones scooted out of the booth and held her hand out for Ace. She usually wasn't one for public displays of affection, but Ace was changing her mind on a lot of things.

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