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[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

'City of love,' huh? Really? [...disgruntled pause...] Are the people living here aware of that title? Because they sure don't seem to--

[and then the journal clatters to the sidewalk as someone bumps into him. give him a second while he picks that back up]

...Yeah. Great. Merci for that, buddy.

Some parole this is turning out to be.


((ooc: feel free to catch Billy over the journal or in person on his way home from work))

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[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

While it was not difficult to book a plan leaving Charles de Gaul for D.C., shortly after the flight took off, we landed.

In Charles de Gaul.

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

Oh... yeah.

That's why I said that we're not in the castle anymore, but... still very much in Paradisa.

[oh, and then he thinks a little] And, who knows. Maybe we still are in the castle. Or, at least in whatever the castle actually is, however tangible and 'real' that might be. With the whole, y'know... captive minds theory.

Either way. Yeah. Still prisoners.

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

...castles cannot... do what you are possibly implying, Billy. As a rational scientist, you should know better than to even suggest it.

I find it much more likely that, somehow utilizing whatever sort of technology it was that brought us here, our captors are keeping us confined to Paris.

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

--An organism or construct disguised as a castle, if you'll recall some of my previous theories. [--he corrects. he's starting to put on his 'soapbox' tone, now]

So, the thought that all of this might still be the 'castle' is unbelievable to you... but it makes sense that we have somehow been brought to--and contained within--a piece of a real dimension that is close enough to ours be recognizable as a location on Earth, but deviant enough to not contain any of the things that we would personally recognize or have attachments to?

[he... might not really be talking about Paris anymore, but it's close enough to count as evidence, in his mind]

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

[Her frown deepens and she looks so very, very uncomfortable. A year later and Brennan still doesn't like the unknown and the inexplicable.

Still very much does not like being in Paradisa.]

I -- yes. Regardless of whether the castle is an organism or a building, the internal construction - the bones of that being should not, can not be altered on such a whim.

It is, therefore, easier for me to think that we have yet again been transported.

[need-to-rule-it.livejournal.com]

That's the whole thing of it, though. What if it doesn't have bones? If you think of it in terms of something even more basic and amorphous, just malleable energy--or something even more intangible like hallucinations--then it makes way more sense.

The thought that we've been somehow physically transported to a version of Earth that none of us is from... that is an impossible theory.

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

Mass hallucination?

[She falls quiet, thinking on that idea. But the way she shakes her head just a little shows that she's not too comfortable with it. It's just too intangible.]

Considering the number of universes we have among all of Paradisa's residents, I do not find the possibility that impossible.

This is all... there is a reason I prefer bones. They are tangible. There is very little to question.