paradisalost

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temperance brennan

001.

[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.]

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[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?

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

Dr. Sweets? You should not be here.

I was thinking the same of you. Where are you?

[She walks back towards the room she had come from, looking for some kind of staircase. This... does not make any logical sense.]

I can hear you clearly, but I do not see you. Which... Regardless, you should be in D.C., not on the Maluku Islands. Ms. Wick was doing fine without you.

[well, that answered his next question. He's just going to keep talking to her through the journal until he gets an exact location]

You should have a journal somewhere on your person? I'm communicating with you through that. It's like a speaker phone.

As for where we are, we are neither in the Maluku Islands nor Washington DC. We're in a place called Paradisa.

[She glances down at the journal in her hands and raises her eyebrows in doubt.]

A journal is not a speaker phone.

I'm aware. But you'll notice that as you speak, the journal is transcribing everything you're saying.

How?

[Because, as much as she's loathe to admit it, Sweets is right. She stares at the journal as it scribes the word.]

You're not going to like my answer to that.

I would prefer a credible answer over an unnecessary response.

That's the problem. You won't find the answer credible.

The journal is magic.

[She continues to watch the journal, for some sign of a slip up.]

We both know that is an impossibility, Dr. Sweets.

Hence my saying you wouldn't like my answer.

There are computer programs capable of dictation, but the look and feel of this journal does not give any indication of technological superiority. But it cannot be magic.

[Brennan is quiet for a few seconds.]

This does not feel like a dream.

It's not a dream, Doctor Brennan. You've been taken to an alternate dimension, which lends to the theory that magic could possibly exist here. This world doesn't have the same rules that ours does.

I -- am willing to accept the possibility of an alternate dimension, but not magic. Quantum mechanical theory allows for the possibility of quantum fluctuations and the existence of parallel universes.

But they are supposed to be impossible to detect, let alone be transported to.

[sighs]

Well, we have been. It's called Paradisa and it ... collects people. The castle is somewhat sentient.

Castles are not sentient.

And worlds do not collect people.

Both of those things are true here. Try ... asking the castle for something tangible. I know it seems a little ridiculous, but it should work.

I - would like an orange.

[She feels foolish as she holds out her hand. But when the orange appears seconds later, she gasps loudly.]

This... cannot be possible.

In order to live in the castle, Doctor Brennan, you may have to accept some conclusions that you might not be comfortable with.

I would very much like to know what level of technology is behind this. The instantaneous relocation of matter has not been successful past the sub-atomic scale.

[sighs]

You're welcome to investigate in the library, but I don't think you're likely to find anything.

I only want a rational explanation.

I'm afraid I don't have one.

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