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[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

[She stands in the hallway, fingers running her fingers across the nameplate on the door. Dressed in shorts and a dark green tank top, she looks more at home in the wilds of Indonesia than the castle. But the mused hair, slippers, and purple silk robe indicate that she, perhaps, recently awoke.]

This is not good.

[Her nose wrinkles at the plaque and, on second thought, she chooses to ignore it. It is more important to find out who is responsible for removing her from her tent sometime during the night.]

Booth and Hodgins have both claimed that practical jokes are supposed to be entertaining. If this is a joke, I do not find it very funny.

[She glances down to the journal she had found by the bedside table in the room, partially opened by a thumb acting as a bookmark. Brennan shakes her head and then continues down the hall.]

Comments

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Sweets is on his way back from the kitchen, heading to the stairs for his tower, when he hears that very distinctive voice]

Doctor Brennan?

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

[She stops and looks around upon hearing Sweets' voice.]

Dr. Sweets? You should not be here.

[whiskeyless.livejournal.com]

Booth as in Agent Seely Booth?

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

...Yes.

I do not know you.

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[there's a melancholy voice floating up from the journal] That does seem to be the way of it, around here. It is not nearly as entertaining one would hope... though we do the best we can. Chin up and all that.

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

I don't know what that is supposed to mean.

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

A practical joke?

...Oh. You're new here, aren't you?

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[Dreams are illogical in nature, and some part of Brennan still thinks this could be a dream rather than anything else.]

Though I am finding the 'here' difficult to comprehend.

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[There's a cowboy in the hallway, or at least, someone DRESSED like a cowboy, depending on how you looked at these things. He tips his hat to her in passing, because, hey, he's a gentleman]

M'am.

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

[A cowboy. Brennan is just going to give him a skeptical sort of look for a moment.]

We have four months until Halloween.

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

[Liadrin's stride is swift as she rounds the corner of the hallway, nearly running straight into Brennan, but thankfully the elf is quick enough to turn on her heel and slide out of the way; straight and rigid with her back against the wall and head held high. Luminous green eyes peer curiously at the...oddly dressed human before her.]

Apologies, I was not paying attention to where I was going. Are you all right?

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[And Brennan peers curiously back. She has never seen eyes like Liadrin's before.]

You were able to adjust your footing before any collision could have occurred.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

It never is very funny, no matter how much the castle thinks it is. This is normal though.

It's very good at unfunny jokes, in my experience.

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

A castle is not capable of sentient thought.

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

[A short kid in a big black coat is walking down the hall. He has ice cream.]

Oh, hi...are you lost? You look kind of...[Well, lost.]

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

I believe lost would be an applicable enough term.

While I am starting to agree that I am no longer in Indonesia, I am still having difficulty processing how I arrived here.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

In my experience? Usually the butts of practical jokes don't find it funny, but hey. That's the way it goes, huh? Guess that makes you one of the new fish, hm?

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

I am not a fish.

[zone-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Sweets is on his way back from the kitchen, heading to the stairs for his tower, when he hears that very distinctive voice]

Doctor Brennan?

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

[She stops and looks around upon hearing Sweets' voice.]

Dr. Sweets? You should not be here.

[whiskeyless.livejournal.com]

Booth as in Agent Seely Booth?

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

...Yes.

I do not know you.

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[there's a melancholy voice floating up from the journal] That does seem to be the way of it, around here. It is not nearly as entertaining one would hope... though we do the best we can. Chin up and all that.

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

I don't know what that is supposed to mean.

[stalkershiki.livejournal.com]

A practical joke?

...Oh. You're new here, aren't you?

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[Dreams are illogical in nature, and some part of Brennan still thinks this could be a dream rather than anything else.]

Though I am finding the 'here' difficult to comprehend.

[mademyownpath.livejournal.com]

[There's a cowboy in the hallway, or at least, someone DRESSED like a cowboy, depending on how you looked at these things. He tips his hat to her in passing, because, hey, he's a gentleman]

M'am.

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

[A cowboy. Brennan is just going to give him a skeptical sort of look for a moment.]

We have four months until Halloween.

[liadrin.livejournal.com]

[Liadrin's stride is swift as she rounds the corner of the hallway, nearly running straight into Brennan, but thankfully the elf is quick enough to turn on her heel and slide out of the way; straight and rigid with her back against the wall and head held high. Luminous green eyes peer curiously at the...oddly dressed human before her.]

Apologies, I was not paying attention to where I was going. Are you all right?

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[And Brennan peers curiously back. She has never seen eyes like Liadrin's before.]

You were able to adjust your footing before any collision could have occurred.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

It never is very funny, no matter how much the castle thinks it is. This is normal though.

It's very good at unfunny jokes, in my experience.

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

A castle is not capable of sentient thought.

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

[A short kid in a big black coat is walking down the hall. He has ice cream.]

Oh, hi...are you lost? You look kind of...[Well, lost.]

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

I believe lost would be an applicable enough term.

While I am starting to agree that I am no longer in Indonesia, I am still having difficulty processing how I arrived here.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

In my experience? Usually the butts of practical jokes don't find it funny, but hey. That's the way it goes, huh? Guess that makes you one of the new fish, hm?

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

I am not a fish.