Bones 101 (Open)

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Tilting her head a bit to the side, Temperance leans a little closer to the skeleton that was on the examining table. Obviously she is in one of  the sensoriums which has kindly recreated her lab from the Jeffersonian. Sadly it hadn't bothered to give her a replica of Angela or Zack or Hodgins. Even though she likes to work alone, she has to admit she misses the constant barrage of chatter that seemed to follow where ever those three were.

Reaching out with a gloved hand, she runs her fingers gingerly over the skull before carefully picking it up and examining it closer. "Hmmm....." she mutters aloud. "The skeleton is in remarkably good shape.  Female, and based on the dentition and condition of the vertebrae, she was fairly young. Possibly in the mid to late twenties, though no older than mid thirties."

It's not even a real dead body, but it's enough to keep Temeperance from going stir crazy and it actually in a way relaxes her.

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[cursessss.livejournal.com]

Back home, Rondeau had never been one for the most basic of common courtesies. Like, say, knocking. He was a creature of habit, and while he knew that here in this alien place, he should probably be on his best behavior, he sometimes forgot himself.

Like now, as he came strolling into... a lab? Weird, but by far one of the least weird things he'd seen in this place. It actually reminded him of Langford's lab back in Felport, though only slightly. Langford was the local biomancer, and this lab was certainly lacking some of the more magical oddities that his usually held.

What it did have, though, was an attractive woman. And also a skeleton, but he could overlook that.

Rondeau cocked a brow, and leaned nonchalantly on the wall, giving the woman with the skull in hand a bemused look. "Alas poor Yorick?"

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Temperance tears her gaze away from the skull and looks over at the man leaning against the wall of her lab, well her fake lab, and frowns. She's not understanding what he's talking about.

"What do you mean by that? This isn't a real skull. It's merely a realistic holographic projection."

[cursessss.livejournal.com]

Okay, an attractive woman who either didn't know her Shakespeare (which he was more than willing to let slide), or who didn't have a sense of humor (...yeah, okay, He could let that slide too. He wasn't picky).

"Oh come on. Shakespeare? Hamlet? Alas poor Yorick, I knew him well? Am I ringing any bells yet?"

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Her brows furrow even more and she quickly looks between the skul and the guy. She of course knows about Hamlet and Shakespeare, she's just not good with putting normal things together... Like what he's talking about.

"What's Shakespeare have to do with this skull?" she demands finally.

[cursessss.livejournal.com]

Now both of his eyebrows rose. "You know what?" He replied. "Forget it. It's not funny if I have to explain it."

He meandered from his spot by the wall over to where she was standing. Perhaps another avenue of conversation might actually work. "So, who's your friend?"

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

"Well," Brennan sounds a little testy as she starts to speak. "I just don't see how that was anywhere remotely funny." And she wouldn't, she has zero to no sense of humor.

She has already gone back to examining the skull when she hears the man speaking again. "She's not my friend. In fact if you want to be specific she's nothing more than a holographi image that I asked Stacy to conjure up."

She eyes him. "Why are you so interested?"

[cursessss.livejournal.com]

"I dunno," came the reply as Rondeau absently prodded at a femur. "What are you doing with a holographic skeleton?" Truth be told, he was bored as fuck, but whatever. It was already clear this chick didn't have much of a sense of humor, and he decided telling her he wasn't really interested, he just wanted something to entertain him for a while was probably a bad idea.

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

"Don't touch the bones," Temperance frowns, as she swats his hand away. So it's not a real bone, but she doesn't really care. She's treating them as if they are.

"And I'm studying it." What else would she be doing with the bones?!

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Am I late for the anthropology lecture? Please don't tell me I'm late for the lecture. Professor Butler will kill me if I miss one more class."

Allen pulls up a chair and sits on it backwards on the other side of the bone table, pen and pad of paper in his hands.

"Go on. Female, dentition, fairly. I'm listening."

He beams at Temperance.

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Carefully, Temperance sets the skull back on the examining table before she turns and openly stares at Allen.

"I wasn't aware I was giving an anthropology lecture...." she trails off as her lips turn down into a slight frown.

She straightens up and tilts her head a bit to the side again. "Though I would hardly call what I was just discussing anthropological in nature. If anything this would be dealing with things in a more forensic nature."

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Forensic anthropology's still an anthropology. Unless those aren't human bones and you're actually some kind of cool alien forensic analyst, which would be awesome, but those look pretty human to me. Anyway you sound qualified to give a lecture. That's a compliment. Hobby or job or both?

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

"I knew that," Temperance frowns - and she did... But she really wasn't talking about the bones in the anthropological sense, she was trying to figure out how the 'woman' had died.

"It's my job actually," she really doesn't see her job as a hobby per-say. Writing is more her hobby, though she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy her job. "And these aren't real bones."

She almost sounds wistful, and could possibly be taken as being morbid - but it's actually not even anything like that. It's more like she misses her real lab, and her real colleagues.

She shakes her head and motions toward the bones. "Did you want to take a look?"

[thehollycopter.livejournal.com]

Holly had heard about the sensorium, and was rather keen on going and shooting the hell out of some non-existent goblins while trying to figure out where she was and what was going on.

Of course, she was rather shocked when she wandered in and found a woman standing over a skeleton. Holly didn't normally have a problem with morgues, but having one suddenly in the middle of a space ship? Not very comforting.

"Please tell me that that skeleton is part of this hologram, shared-hallucination thing." She said, furrowing her brow. With all the weirdness going on, the elf did not want to have to deal with the idea of death or, quite possibly, a murder.

[sexygman.livejournal.com]

"I think it is" Booth speaks up as he comes in behind her. "Part of me hopes it is, although another part wouldn't mind seeing some action. Although...I don't actually know if I have any jurisdiction here. I doubt it."

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Temperance looks over at Booth, offering him a quick smile before she turns her attention to Holly. "He's correct. The skeleton is part of a highly realistic hologram."

She arches an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

Maybe someone will explain what the big deal is.

[thehollycopter.livejournal.com]

"Well, you've got a skeleton on a table."

Holly casually touched the Gnommish badge on her belt out of habit.

"I just want to make sure I'm not going to have to solve any murders in space," she said, voice dripping with vitriol. Of course, this statement may have sounded strange coming from someone that looked rather like a child with pointed ears.

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

"It's not real," Temperance explains - like that'll clear up any type of squimishness.

She gives the strange lady (with pointed ears, she did notice those) a look that was almost offended. "Why would you be the one doing the solving. Booth and I do quite well with that."

[dyausa-pita.livejournal.com]

Cielo didn't know where he was going. Or what he was doing for that matter.

He wasn't stupid by any stretch of the imagination, but his playfully childlike nature and the apparent ignorance of the world around him just made it seem so. Common sense, which he thankfully had, was probably more important when it came to survival then what one would call 'learning.' At least, that's how it worked in the world he came from.

The door open and he practically stumbled inside, arms pinwheeling at his sides. The young man seemed tired and confused, but still his eyes went wide as he looked around, sky blue braids swaying around his shoulders. "Where I be endin' up now?"

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Temperance doesn't even bother to look up from the skull. She thinks she might have found something interesting.

"You're in the Sensorioums," she tells him rather matter of factly. "At the moment it's been set up to look like the labe I work in."

[dyausa-pita.livejournal.com]

"Lab? What's dat mean?" He asks curiously as he approached the table she was working at. The accent is definitely Jamaican even if he doesn't quite seem to fit the part.

The word lab... it's familiar. Cielo can't say how or why but he's learned to just accept these hunches and feelings. It's definition alludes him, all he knows is that it makes him feel a bit jittery.

Yet curiosity wins out and he peers closely at the skull in her hand, unnaturally blue eyes seeming to almost have a digital glow behind them. It's weird for him to see bones not attached to a body. A million questions run through his mind at once about the skeleton alone. The first being something along the lines of why wasn't it eaten with the rest of him?

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

"A lab, or if you wish to be more formal about it, laboratory is a facility that provides controlled working conditions in which scientific research, experiments, and measurement may be performed." She explains as she motions around the room.

She as always sounds as if she's memorized text books, but hey! Who knows, she might have at one point in her life.

"Don't you have them wherever you're from?"

[dyausa-pita.livejournal.com]

Cielo blinks up at her again at the word 'experiments' and his brows furrowed as he tries to work his mind around that word. He doesn't like it, even less then the word 'lab.' It sets him on edge and makes him uneasy but he had absolutely no idea why.

Luckily for him, her question broke him out of his thoughts and he shook his head. "Nah. De Junkyard ain't be nuttin like dis place."

He turns his attention back to the skeleton and gestures to it. "So why didn dey turn t'rain?" That's what happens to left over bodies, isn't it?

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Temperance likes to think that she can understand a wide variety of dialects, but she is finding it quite impossible to acertain precisely what he's saying.

"I'm sorry I didn't quite understand what you just said. Don't they what?" she asks giving him a blank look.

[dyausa-pita.livejournal.com]

He rolls his eyes and smirks, a bit used to this by now. When he 'changed' he picked up a peculiar way of speaking that confused his tribe mates as well. "Turn. To. Rain. In De Junkyard, de dead get eaten and turn t'rain. Don' nevah see nuttin like dis layin 'round."

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Temperance is completely confused and she honestly has no idea what in the world the crazy man is talking about. "Turn to rain?" she repeats, and shakes her head.

And then she hears it. The dead get eaten. Cannibals. She's only ever met one cannibal in her life and he was indeed crazy. Turned out he had a type of Prion disease because of his choice in diets.

"You're a cannibal?" Temperance asks, just to make sure she's correct with the direction her thoughts are going.