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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
2008-08-08 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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