War Is Coming Communications.

The fact that I was able to move a glass of water with my mind only furthers my conclusion that I am completely deranged.


And I'm not even going to get into the other stuff
Booth, stop being so

Would having one drink be a bad thing?

I'm finding it difficult to perform my job accurately when my interns are either hating me or falling in love with me. Not to mention the sticking to walls

They're trying to give me a new partner. I don't want a new partner.

Doctor Sweets
Hello, my name is Simon Tam, I'm a doctor here at the complex and at a clinic in town. I understand from the networks that you're a psychologist? I have at least two patients that I think could benefit from talking to you.

Of course I also understand that you were, or perhaps still are, convinced that we're all delusions, the result of some kind of psychotic break. I thought I should make sure you were over that phase of adjustment before I sent anyone to you. I may not know much about psychology but being told that you're a figment of your doctor's imagination is not beneficial I imagine.

Bella
I just wanted to let you know I haven't forgotten what you said about wanting to talk to someone about some issues. I'm working on finding someone reputable who fits in with the rather unusual circumstances we all live under. Are you still mostly mentally stable feeling all right this is why I am not a psychologist dealing all right with the recent tensions?

[Daddy]
I don't wanna go to school tomorrow I don't feel good.

[Bones, Angela, and Sweets]

I miss my mommy.

Would it hurt daddy's feelings if I told him that?

Are you busy?

[Text a bit later sent to Sweets!]
Any objections if I ask Bones to move in?

Is it somehow my fault that Booth got hurt? He's a figment of my imagination. Why would I imagine him getting hurt? Why?

Has anyone seen Booth? He's been out all night, he's not answering his phone, and it's almost six in the morning. I'm worried.

I spoke to Lavender finally. Physically she's fine. You guys can call off the search.

[Sweets]
So, what's the diagnosis kid?

I've been told that the root of this apocalypse story began with all of you.

I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation for my bizarre behavior the other evening.

Booth, I know you've lost your mind and everything, but I want you to know that I still love you. Like, a lot.

Happy Valentines Day everyone I made this so everyone would get a valentine and not be left out!

( To Phillipa )

( To Daddy, Bones, Sweets, Angela, and Lav )

[OOC: Warning, image heavy.]

Sweets sounds panicked and very, very confused. Also, a little scared. His voice is very quick to attack the speaker as soon as he's given the chance to speak.

"This is going to sound completely insane, believe me, but - something happened. Something really bad happened. One minute I was going through the profile I was putting together for you on that Robinson case, the next...I'm, uh..." There's a pause and it's glaringly obvious that Sweets is trying to figure out how to lay out his next statement. When he speaks again, he seems a little more than on the wary side. "My phone. It's out of service, for some unexplainable reason, I'm not in my office, and...and - I...I really think you should call me back."

Another awkward pause.

"Please?"

End message.

[ooc: NOTE - the only reason this call was able to go down is because, fortunately for Sweets here, Booth thought to get his hands on the same exact number he had back in their world.]