temperance can read your bones like a book. (ossifying) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-25 10:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | angela montenegro, temperance brennan |
Who: Temperance & Angela
What: friends drinking a bottle of wine
When: Saturday night (slightly backdated)
Where: Angela's room
Warnings: TBD
Try as she might, Temperance could not come up with a satisfactory explanation for how she'd ended up here. It frustrated her that she'd been asleep when it happened, thus reducing the number of clues she had. The only thing that made logical sense was that it was all in her head, although even that was a bit of a stretch, since there were many things here which she doubted her own subconscious would have created in a dream world. But it was still more plausible than the idea of a magical force that could transport people here, keep them from leaving, and then make them vanish again.
Yet when she'd stood at the town line and seen the sort of force field that prevented her from crossing it, it had started to seem more possible. Either there was magic, or there was some kind of technology which was powerful enough that it might as well have been supernatural, and it had kidnapped and trapped her here. Even if it was unintentional on the part of the people who had created the portals, as they claimed it was, that was still an uncomfortable feeling.
More uncomfortable was the fact that she had no access to any of her usual contacts or laboratory equipment. When she'd arrived, she'd been able to insist that the hospital give her a few tests, and they had the equipment to do so, but she doubted that they had DNA sequencing capabilities. That was usually something handled by private laboratories, including her own at the Jeffersonian. And she had no idea what sort of tests she would need to measure anything as powerful as the supposed 'magic' that had brought her here.
But on the other hand, she had been looking for a break from the murderers that were constantly putting her life and her friends' lives in danger. This wasn't exactly the archaeological dig she'd been expecting, but it was, in its own way, a sort of vacation. She hadn't expected to be taking her break with Angela and Booth, but as they weren't the ones she was trying to take a break from she couldn't really complain about that.
And so she found herself settled on Angela's couch with a glass of wine. The wine helped her feel like she might be coming to terms with the sort of paradigm shift in her worldview that she'd experienced by coming here, or maybe that was her friend's presence; Angela had always helped her make sense of things that weren't rational. And the more she was around Angela (and Booth, too), the more she started to realize how much of the world and the human experience was made up of things that defied her attempts at logic. That was more than a little bit confusing, but at least the warmth of the wine in her system right now was making her feel less like she was continuously banging her head against a wall in her attempts to understand it.
"So," she said, "You were going to tell me about Paris. You actually got to spend time in Paris before the portal brought you here?" That was another loophole that she didn't understand; the time that her friends had spent in other places, when she'd been brought just off the plane within hours of saying goodbye to them. If only she could find a way to test the source of the power which had brought them here, things might begin to make quite a lot more sense.