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Bones 101 (Open)

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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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?"

"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?"

"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.

"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?!

Yikes. This lady was worse than Langford - then again, Langford was always content to let you poke at some of the things in his lab because he knew they'd likely relieve you of your fingers for your trouble.

"Well, yeah, I can see that." He let his eyes wander around the lab for a moment, then remarked, "What is this? Some kind of CSI shit?"

"No," Tempe sighs. "All those CSI shows, they're highly inaccurate," she pointed out.

"This," she begins as she motions around her lab. "is part of the Jeffersonian. It's my lab and I specialize in forensic anthropology."

"Huh. So you just hang out with skeletons all day?" He was sure there was a joke there, but he saved himself the effort. She'd probably heard them all, and, if his own experience was anything to go by, she probably didn't get them either.

"I study them and try to determine how they died and sometimes who they are." It's not like she's trying to make friends with them!

And he's right, she wouldn't get the jokes - it's kinda sad actually, but it's how she is.

She picks up the skull again and shows it to him. "See right here? The crack on the parietal bone? And there's another one here one the zygomatic bone - under the cheek. These surfaces are stained brown from long exposure to dirt. It tell me that those are premorbid fractures."

She's trying to show him sort of what she does, work with her here.

Frankly, Rondeau couldn't care less. Forensics and science and skeletons were out of his league, since he was neither scientist nor necromancer.

"Seems like an awful lot of work," he droned, suppressing another urge to poke at the remains on the table. "The coroner we got back home can just ask the guy - or girl - who killed 'em and they up and tell her."

"That's scientifically impossible," Brennan frowns and sets the skull back down on the table... Well it is impossible in her world.

"Dead people cannot talk."

"Maybe not to you." He was running his mouth, talking about things that ought not to be talked about with ordinaries, but fuck that. He'd been plucked out of his apartment and was on a gigantic spaceship. If people here couldn't comprehend magic - and he was just going to talk basics anyway - then they were so far in denial there was no getting them out. "Dr. Matte's kind of a minor necromancer."

"Dead people talking and necromancers do not exsist in my world." Temperance says. She wouldn't have a job if they did....

Her brows furrow and she looks back to her skeleton. Magic, dead people, vampires, aliens, demons... It was seriously almost too much for Brennan to handle.

He shrugged. They probably did too exist, she just didn't know any better. Most ordinaries didn't, if the chief sorcerers in their area were doing their job right.

Rondeau offered her a bit of a grin - this whole "magic exists" thing was always hardest on scientists and he didn't want to totally freak her out here. "Doesn't matter anyway, since it looks like you can get it to tell you how it died without magic, yeah?"

"Since there's no such thing as magic in my world, your conclussion would be accurate." Temperance says with another frown.

"In my world magic is just slight of hand and things in books and movies. Not real."

"I get that." Rondeau turned around, leaning back against the edge of the table and looking at her sidelong. "But I think you missed the part where I was telling you you're good at your job."

"You didn't tell me that," she's quick to point out. "If that's what you meant, why didn't you just say that?"

"I did too," he countered. Then, as an afterthought, added, "Kind of." He frowned a bit. Maybe space was fucking with his people skills... yeah, that was it. Well, maybe that and overly-literal, science-savvy girls who hung out with dead guys all day weren't his type.

This conversation was getting him nowhere fast, in any case, so he decided to go back to the basics. "I'm Rondeau, by the way."

"Doctor Temperance Brennan," she introduces herself - of course using her full name and title. "You can call me Doctor Brennan or Brennan though."

Only certain people get to call her by her first name and Rondeau isn't one of them.

Well, Rondeau had no last name, so it's not like Tempe- sorry, Brennan, got much of a choice there. "Temperance, huh?" he remarked absently. Of course he'd realized that she didn't want him calling her that, but she never said he couldn't speculate. "Interesting name."

She's heard that plenty of times, so she's not exactly surprised by his comment. "Yes, I suppose it is. Just as Rondeau is. What nationality is your name derived from?"

"French, I guess." Again, he shrugged. "I read it somewhere when I was a kid and liked the sound of it." Never mind that he was newly inhabiting his current body at the time, and didn't remember much of anything, let alone his name. He could pass for nameless street kid just as easily. "What about you? Any special story behind yours?"

She frowns, and shakes her head. "No, not that I know of. I suppose my parents liked it, so they gave it to me."

It's not a lie, even though she hadn't been given the name Temperance when she was born, later her parents had given it to her for some reason and she figured it was due to the fact that they liked it.

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