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Tweak says, "The enemy base is down"

Seeley Booth (seeleyboothfbi) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-27 04:02:00

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arrival, complete, day 9, seeley booth, temperance brennan

Booth's Arriving.
Who: Seeley Booth
When: Day Nine, Afternoon.
What: Arrival
Where: by the beach
Rating: PG
Status: in progress

Booth felt the sand crashing on his face and immediately opened his eyes. What appeared to be a perfect beach layed in front of his eyes. Well, not entirely perfect because the sun was replaced by clouds and the wind provoked little sand hurricanes all around him. Apparently he was again dreaming about some nice vacations on the caribbean, this FBI job consumed him. Even more when crazy serial killers assault him and his partner's team. He thought for a moment of a conversation he had with his partner a few years ago, "you ever just, you know, sit on the beach, pretend there is no such things as skeletons?," he'd asked her, and his partner looked at thim not knowing what that was like. Her full life revolved around skeletons, her job and nothing else. But for him it was different. He had a kid, friends, and a good job that sometimes ended up being too demanding. "Yeah, you know, you go with someone, you joke about not going back to your real life, the two of you laugh. But, when you're alone the world is full of possibilities," he recalled.

By the time this came to his memories he was already walking through the beach trying to find somewhere to shield himself from the storm he saw coming.

"Since when my dreams are so detailed?," he wondered. The feeling of the sand under his bare foots was way too real for a dream. Because most of the times he dreamed confusing things like something about him being a sniper again and having to shoot a gigant clown to save the world, or all the squints (lab people who worked with his partner) gathered up in the Jeffersonian's lab platform looking at a some weird bones from the iron, gold, bronze, whatever name they called those ages. So this was particularly different.

He kept walking through the shore because his trained sniper gaze saw a figure on the horizon that looked like some kind of dock with a boathouse on top. Maybe he was lucky enought to find someone to take him home or maybe that was his home and in his dreams he really went out on vacations with his partner, not that he desired it but...he always wanted to take her on vacations with him to be sure that she wasn't going to work or help identifying victims in Peru and that for once in her life she could enjoy something different, "what does that proves to Sweet's, huh?" he thought with a big grin on his face that vanished pretty soon as the sand started sticking into his teeth. He was sure that they were perfectly capable of being on a totally different environment that had nothing to do with work.

Once he arrived he climbed the few stairs that separated the dock with the ground and entered the boathouse, closing the door behind him very carefully so that the wind or rain couldn't get inside.

"Hello?" he shouted but nobody returned the greeting.

"BONES?" his voice was a little bit louder now and he was starting to feel this all was too real as a he heard the thunder of a lightning falling on the middle of his not so perfect beach. "What the...!" And he made a quickly movement to cover his ears, maybe it was stupid but thunders were more scary in his dreams rather than in real life, he thought, or it was the lack of a stronger building what made him realize how impressive nature could be.

"BONES?!" he tried again, and prepared himself for another strendous noise as he saw one more lightning on the horizon.

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seeleyboothfbi
2008-07-29 01:43 pm UTC (link)

She placed a hand on Booth's forehead, as if checking for fever and Booth couldn't understand since when Brennan became that kind of person. He listened to her between thunders saying something about being trapped in the middle of nowhere for five days and happy that he finally found her. He stood there looking at her with no charming smile this time, trying to understand what she was talking about. May be this whole Zack thing affected her really bad in a way no one thought it could.

"Whoa, wait a minute Bones." Booth wanted to shut her mouth for some minutes but she kept making questions to which he didn't knew the answer. "I went to sleep, then I was in the beach and I came here looking for shelter." Now he was touching his own forehead to check if he really had fever, what he just said to her didn't make any sense.

She paced in front of him and Booth watched her go from left to right, right to left as if watching a tennis match. He couldn't keep up with what she was telling him. It was like those times in the lab when he listened to her talking with all her scientific jargon, instead, this time without it. "Are you saying that we've been abducted by aliens and brought here, to ANOTHER planet?" He snorted. "Hodgins would really love this theory Bones," he sighed, "but me? I mean...c'mon! Another planet? Is this some kind of revenge for me not telling you about my fake dead?" He waited for her answer, she was with both her hands on her hips and looking at him with anger, fear, something he could not describe quite well. "I already told you, and Sweets confessed. It was not my fault!" Booth insisted.

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braver
2008-07-29 02:37 pm UTC (link)

The incident with Zack really had shaken her up. But not to the point where she was experiencing delusions of a sentient planet abducting her and other people. She was still under the impression that it was some sort of experiment to see how she would react and adapt to this new place, with so many strange new people.

She stopped pacing, still standing with her hands on her hips, staring at him. He had fallen asleep the same way she had, and woken up here. She knew that there had to be some kind of drug used to knock them out while they were placed at random places in the resort to wake up. It was cruel, and it was wrong. "This isn't right. I woke up here too, but... it was a dude ranch a few days ago." She was half speaking to herself, half speaking to him. But she wasn't looking at him, she was propping her chin on her thumb while she thought, fingers pressed against her lips.

She sat down on a bench and crossed her legs, leaning forward. "Listen Booth, there is something really strange going on here. I am just telling you what other people have told me. I don't actually believe we are on a different planet or that aliens took us. It looks too much like Earth for something like that. But there are things happening that I can't explain." She chose to ignore his remark about his faked death. She was still a little bitter about it all.

"I think there might be some sort of hallucinogenic in the food here. When I arrived, the place was like a huge elaborate farm. Now there's a hurricane raging outside and the area has changed to a beach and the buildings look different." She knew Hodgins would get a kick out of this place, but she was not amused. Not in the slightest. "There are people here who claim they can travel through time. There are things that look like men made of rock who walk and move as though they were human."

Her voice was starting to go up in pitch and she knew she was beginning to upset herself. She took a deep breath and dropped her head into her hands. She had been willing to believe that she had been kidnapped and placed in this experimental world for some sick reason. But now that Booth was here, it was something else entirely. She couldn't even begin to explain this, not unless Booth was supposed to be part of the experiment, too.

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seeleyboothfbi
2008-08-01 12:54 pm UTC (link)

He heard frustration in her voice, and anger. And he couldn't do anything, he was just in the same position as her. Trying his best to understand every little piece of information that came from his partner. He sat next to her on the bench and placed a hand on her shoulder, her head resting on her hands, "It's okay Bones, don't worry. We'll find a way out of here."

The hand in her shoulder now reaching for the other one and pushing her slightly towards him. He stayed like that for a moment, looking blank and trying to even his breath with Bones between his arms, "At least we are together, right?" He reached for her chin and with his right hand lifted her head a little to look into her eyes.

He still had so many questions to ask, but he knew that this wasn't the moment, or the person to whom ask. She talked about more people leaving in here, maybe he could find someone else to satisfy his doubts and investigate more about this place.

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braver
2008-08-05 11:31 pm UTC (link)

Bones sighed and glanced over at him as he sat down next to her. She gave him that look of exasperation. He was always more positive than she was. She wanted to believe they would find a way out, but it had already been five days and Booth had only just arrived. If they were going to find a way out, it wasn't going to be anytime soon.

She gave him a small smile at his confidence and leaned into him when he pulled her against him. His hand on her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes, irritated her a little. But it was Booth, and he was here, and she was having a difficult time believing it. Another crack of lightning sounded outside, reminding her of the raging storm outside the boat house. She pulled herself out of his embrace and walked toward the door.

"Let's go to the main building. I don't want to spend the day in here, not with that storm outside. We'll have to run." She set her hand against the door and looked back at him. It felt a little surreal that he was here, but she felt a wave of gratitude wash over her for the fact that he was. "C'mon, Booth." She pushed the door open and ran out of the building, pulling the collar on her trench coat up against the rain. She ran to the main building and stopped under the overhang, looking back to see if Booth had followed.

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seeleyboothfbi
2008-08-06 02:07 pm UTC (link)

She was heading back to the main building, and he did so. If this raging storm continued they would need a safer place to be. Booth followed her a few steps behind with his arms over his head to cover from the rain, the wind blew with more fierce than before and his soaked white shirt was now freezing him. He saw her stop under an overhang of what he supposed was that main building she talked about, "Geez, Bones, can we get inside? please? I don't know about you but I'm freezing out here," he said with arms folded over his chest.

They did as he asked and, "Oh my God, this place is huuuuge," Booth jaw dropped at the sight of every single thing the building had inside. How could something in the middle of nowhere have so many things?, the place had everything a person needed to live happily ever after. At least he saw a couple of people around, that was a good sign, they weren't alone in this paradise.

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braver
2008-08-07 09:29 pm UTC (link)

She turned to find that he had, indeed, followed her. She gave him another look when he asked if they could go inside, as if she wanted to stand out in a raging storm. She pulled the door open and stepped in ahead of him. She stopped just inside the doors and looked around. Water dripped from her black trench coat onto the rugs in the entryway. She untied the sash at her waist and settled her hands on her hips.

She looked around with him, having never really taken a good look. She had just walked through it any number of times without really seeing it. People walked around them, as well as golems. The golems were men made of rock, clay, mud and wood. She didn't know how someone made them look so lifelike and move so well, but she still couldn't believe they were animated by a sentient planet. She still thought they were very well made robots.

"We should find your key. I am sure it is around here somewhere. Everyone gets one. We all get rooms. It's like a prison and it's starting to creep me out a little." She sighed and gestured with her head. "This way." She had seen the keybox that held the keys of new arrivals, the blinking red light giving her a foreboding feeling every time. It only happened when someone new arrived.

She led him to it and gestured to it with a hand. "There. That one is probably yours." She crossed her arms over her chest and watched while he took the key. She didn't like to admit that she was afraid, but she was. She didn't see any way out of this place, and that scared her. She would never see her friends or family again. Not unless they arrived like Booth had, out of the blue in the middle of a raging hurricane.

She sighed and glanced away. "There's this plaque that everyone is supposed to read, but I think it can wait for better weather. I can summarize it for you anyway. It says everything we need will be provided and that we can't leave or kill. It says this is home now." Her voice as devoid of emotion, as if she were speaking in a daze. She was getting closer and closer to accepting her fate, but she hadn't arrived just yet.

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seeleyboothfbi
2008-08-08 11:13 pm UTC (link)

By the way he was looking at everyone and everything inside this place he could say he was 'squinting' at them. Something very rare in Booth but, after hanging 3 years around Brennan and the others...that look, that way of seeing things had to be somewhere deep in him and every once in a while popped out. Like today.

He noticed those men, made of wood and rock walking all over the place too, and remembered that Brennan mentioned them. If he had to be honest, they were creepy. Thinking of rock people controlled by the...¿planet? wasn't something he was comfortable with. His comfort zone went up to vampires and demons, from what he remembered watching on tv shows. This would be far more complicated than it seemed.

Moving after her, as always, they reached a keybox full of room keys and a bright red light blinking which, thanks to her explanation, it meant that new people were supposed to arrive. Apparently he was one of them. "So...250, huh?" he took the key with one of his hands and looked at the wooden key holder that had the number typed neatly.

He saw her pointing out towards one of the windows and he walked past her and approached it to see the plaque she was talking about. "Let me get this straight, Bones." He said, not looking at her, just staring at that plaque. "This place, the planet, is here for us. It gives us all the things we need, but not what we want, and we are his prisoners?" and then he did turned and sighed, "This is not home. And will never be. My home is back in DC, with Parker, with..." he hesitated, "...with you and the squints, and everyone that takes part of my day-by-day life." It was sad, it almost hurt to hear himself saying those words, projecting a life without his son it was like something impossible. He was convinced it should be a way out of here, it just wasn't possible in his mind that he would never be able to live his life as yesterday again.

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braver
2008-08-08 11:35 pm UTC (link)

As Booth had said once, he was a constant surprise. And the way he was looking at everything had her smiling slightly. Sometimes he shocked her by saying something very astute, or simply by understanding some of their squint speak. She shrugged at his room number. "I'm in C270, you're down the hall from me, I guess."

She glanced at the room number on his key to reaffirm that fact, then nodded to herself. When he moved to the door and glanced out at the plaque, she watched him, ready for the unholy explosion she was expecting. But all he did was sigh. "This will never be home, Booth. Not for you, not for me. I just hope we can get home soon. I miss everyone, and I don't know what is going on there. And I'm sure you want to see Parker." She glanced over at him, her blue eyes skidding over his face.

She knew that he would kill to have his son back, and she knew that he had it in him. She just didn't know who to kill in order to get what they both wanted. "Booth... what people say here. It's impossible. Planets are not sentient." She paused, then translated. "They don't think for themselves. They don't steal people from their lives and dump them in the middle of a beautiful resort." She glanced outside at the hurricane. "Well, when it isn't storming."

"Let's find your room so you can change into some dry clothes." She could see through the white dress shirt he was wearing and knew that he must be cold, standing there in it. She'd had a trench coat to keep the clothes underneath dry. She jerked her head toward yet another door that led to the C building. "C'mon."

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seeleyboothfbi
2008-08-09 12:07 am UTC (link)

She was right, planets can't think for themselves. He nodded after her understanding words, and he knew this wasn't easy for her too. Hell, this couldn't be easy for anyone! She offered him to go search for his room, that after all it wasn't a bad idea. He was still wet from he storm and he needed some place to relax as much as possible to go over and over again through the recent events.

Once again she led the way and they went through a door that connected this place with another building which he supposed was where the rooms were located. Everything looked so neat and shiny, the doors in the first floor were made of wood and had the numbers made of brass fixtures. Each one perfectly centered in the upper part of each door. Then it came the second floor which wasn't any different from the one where they came from and Brennan gestured towards the number 270, hers. And they arrived at the number 250, his. He had the key on his right hand so he had to open it. But instead of opening it he just stood in front of it, contemplating the door as if something mystic was hidden behind it.

No more than a couple of seconds passed after he realized he had to react, and he said "you know what? I don't like this number." Turning his head towards where she was standing and finally opening the door.

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braver
2008-08-09 12:21 am UTC (link)

As they walked down the hall and she pointed out her room and then found his, she was silent. She wasn't the chatty sort to begin with, that was more along Booth's lines. But when he went to put his key in the door, then stopped and said he didn't like the number she openly scoffed. "Too bad, I don't think you can change it. You'll have to deal with it. Just open the door, Booth."

She didn't know how to prepare him for the fact that his room was going to end up looking the way he wanted it to, even if it was a subconscious thing. She didn't know how it worked, and honestly thought that someone had prearranged her room to look the way it did. She wondered how Booth's room would look and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms and waiting for the door to swing open.

He finally opened it and she peered around the doorframe to see how it looked inside.

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seeleyboothfbi
2008-08-09 04:35 pm UTC (link)

His room looked familiar. It had touches of his FBI office on the walls and the furniture looked like the ones he had in his own room at his, old, home. He stepped inside and inhaled deeply as if trying to feel it like home. Moving his head from side to side to not miss any detail in the room, he felt like his times as sniper recognizing the field and watching meticulously. He also noticed that she didn't came inside, she just stood outside watching him in his recognition mode, "Come inside Bones, what are you a vampire that you need to be invited in?" he tried to light the mood a little, all that tension from the previous conversation had him somehow altered.

Once in, she closed the door, and he headed to the bathroom. "Yes! It's here," he had a happy expression after noticing that he had an exact replica of his bathtub in his new bathroom, that will definitely help him relax. He than went to the closet and peered inside the drawers in search of clothing, colorful socks in the first one and shiny ties hanged tidily inside the right closet door next to his cocky belt buckle.

"I don't want to say this is amazing, but...how in hell did they managed to get my most favorite things in here?" he said approaching the nearest wall to appreciate one of the hockey framed pics on the wall. "Does you room look like your house and lab too?" He walked to wards his window and looked at the view he had, he could see the whole beach from it. Though it wasn't that impressive now because of the storm going on...he turned around and went back to the closet again, "I'll search for a t-shirt to change, okay?", he said gesturing the closet, "I need something dry on me."

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braver
2008-08-09 06:25 pm UTC (link)

"Vampires don't exist, Booth. Although, there have been people known to drink the blood of others." Not to mention eat them, in the case of the Gormagon. Something she didn't want to think about at all. She associated the Gormagon case with Zack, and the less she thought about Zack and his betrayal, the better.

She pressed her lips into a thin line and walked into his room after him. She'd been to his place a few times, and this looked like a combination of everything, including his office. She looked around with him. She hadn't been in the room of anyone else in this place and she had wondered what they looked like. But she knew Booth too well. She knew what his would look like. And she wasn't disappointed.

She smirked slightly and shook her head at the excitement in his voice. "Don't get too attached. Hopefully we won't be here long." He seemed so happy to have his tub, socks and ties. But it was hard to keep Booth down. She was a little more pessimistic than he was.

"I have no idea how they manage it. But my room is the same. It's a half lab, half apartment kind of thing. It's very strange." She nodded when he said he wanted to change. "I'm going back to my room to put my coat away. It's 270, I'll meet you there and we can go to the cafe. Knowing you, you're hungry."

She left him to change and walked down to her room. She hung up her trench coat and looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was slightly smudged, so she fixed it up and tucked her hair behind her ears. She stepped out of her room in time to see him stepping out of his. She motioned with her head. "C'mon, Booth. This way."

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seeleyboothfbi
2008-08-15 07:32 pm UTC (link)

Finally in some dry and comfortable clothes, he exited his room to go to Brennan's as she told him before leaving his. She was already waiting for him to go to the cafe, "they better have pie Bones, because if not this planet guy and I will have a little chat," He said as he walked past her and went downstairs again. He hadn't the slightest idea where the cafe could be, he just hoped that it was inside, and not in some other building. Going out into the rain again would definitely ruin his mood, it was enough with the news of being stuck in this place.

A Golem walked in front of Booth so he waved at the figure and waited for some kind of answer, which apparently was hard to get. Brennan gave Booth a look for what he was doing and he told her, "You know? there's no need to be rude. And by the way, what's wrong with these guys?"

He waited for her to take the lead, and followed.

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braver
2008-08-16 03:52 pm UTC (link)

"I'm sure they have pie, Booth. It's a cafe. Besides, they've had everything I've ever asked for before." She followed him down the stairs to the cafe and watched Booth run his hand in front of the golem's face. She smirked when it didn't elicit a response.

"I was not being rude!" She huffed slightly, crossing her arms over her chest and slid into a booth, picking up one of the menus. She just wanted coffee and some french fries. When the golem came over to take their order she gave it and stuck the menu back at the the end of the table in the holder.

The cafe had the best coffee and french fries she'd ever had before. It upset her a little because she loved the diner so much back home. They really tried hard to get her to like it here. And she really didn't want to. She listened to his order, smirking when he ordered pie.

They passed the rest of the day in each other's company before parting ways and going to their respective rooms for the night. As much as she hated to admit it, she was glad that Booth was here with her. She couldn't think of anyone else she trusted to get them out of this horrible situation.

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