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Tweak says, "you love riding it"

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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braver
2008-08-08 11:41 am UTC (link)

Bones scoffed a little at the teacher comment, but she took it graciously and smiled at her. She watche Ace down the rest of her drink, raising an eyebrow. She had done shots with Booth a few times, but had always regretted it the next morning. She did not do well with hangovers. This beer was going to affect her but it wasn't going to give her a raging headache in the morning.

She smirked and then looked impressed when Ace said she could make beer and bourbon in a bathtub. "Impressive. Illegal, though, isn't it?" She wasn't sure about that, she'd have to ask Booth. And then like a punch in the gut, she realized Booth wasn't here to ask. She gave Ace another smile, but it wasn't convincing.

"Me? Strange talents? Well, I don't think they're strange. I have been trained in three types of martial arts, I'm a registered marksman for the NRA and I have hunting licenses in four states. That's just outside of work. I have three degrees and by looking at a single bone I can usually give you the general age, sex and cause of death for a person." She looked up at Ace. "Do you think those are strange talents?" Booth did. He thought all her friends that worked in the lab had odd talents.

She suddenly felt their loss more powerfully than she had since setting foot in this place. She tried to smile, but it was so tremulous that it was too much effort. She took a deep breath. "I think I should go. I've really had a good time with you today, but I ... I need to be alone. I'll... catch up with you another time." She slipped off the stool and nodded to her, touching her shoulder as she passed her on the way to the door.

She loved Ace, but she also loved her friends. And she felt like she was never going to see them again. Being alone felt like the only thing that would keep her sane. Maybe she could find something in the half lab in her room to occupy her mind.

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timevigilante
2008-08-08 01:14 pm UTC (link)

"It was at the time." She admitted, not sure if it was still illegal to make your own alcohol in more present times. Not that it really mattered as she'd only utilized that particular talent back in the 20s and then once again in the distant future for some of the soldiers she'd worked with to help take the edge off after enduring some pretty messed up shit.

"The bones thing is unusual for me, but definitely impressive. The others not so much. I'm not trained in any fighting styles, but I've gotten in enough fights to hold my own. As for the guns -- Soldier. Hell of a shot with all kinds of weapons. I've got quite a collection." She always carried at least one gun among other compact weapons on her person, habit from years of fighting aliens and the sort.

Ace caught that something was off, wondering if she'd said something to upset the other woman. It wouldn't surprise her, she tended to do that sometimes without even realizing it. They had spent all day together though, and understood if Bones wanted to call it a night. "Alright. Good night, Tempe." Ace let her hand brush Temperance's briefly, and watched her go. As tempted as she was to follow, she stayed at the bar a while longer, figuring it wasn't that big a resort, and they'd run into each other again.

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