Musée de l'Homme - Open to employees and visitors!

[demonologist]

WHO Employees and visitors to the Museum of Man, which is a branch of the National Museum of Natural History (Muséum national d'Histoire naturelle aka MNHN)
WHAT Museumy stuff, woot!
WHERE Musée de l'Homme, Palais de Chaillot
WHEN 12/19
NOTES Create own subthreads at will! Action spam and prose welcome. Threadjacks welcome. Sorry about the delay.
WARNINGS None I should imagine.



Wes had never actually been to the Musée de l'Homme, despite having had the opportunity to visit Paris many years ago. He was quite excited about the prospect of having a position there. He knew it wouldn't last, but he certainly was curious to see what kind of 'life' he'd apparently established for himself.

As promised, he met Hermione out in front of the monument of Hercules, which was technically at the back of the wing, but it was an easy place to designate as a rendezvous point.

Hopefully he would also get to meet the other people assigned work in the museum. The cafe looked rather good, especially with the terrace view of the Eiffel Tower, perhaps he'd check that out too.

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[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

Brennan stands in front of a public telephone not too far from the museum. Perhaps it was the definition of insanity, but she is determined to reach Booth. Or anyone back in D.C.

Still, no such luck. Even her attempt at booking a plane had failed - the trip a very short lived flight out and in of Charles de Gaul.

One more telephone call, and she'll go inside the museum.

[demonologist]

Wes spies someone he recognises. He's pretty sure that's Dr. Temperance Brennan over at a phone booth. He tries to catch her attention, waving at her, although he doesn't call out yet since she may be busy on the phone.

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

Frustrated with her lack of success, Brennan hangs up the phone. As far as she can discern, they are in Paris, France. On Earth.

But she can't get through to Booth. She can't leave. And that's more upsetting than she cares to admit.

It doesn't stop her from noticing the man waving in her direction. After a moment's pause and a quick, thoughtful frown, she walks towards him.

"Mr. Wyndam-Pryce?"

sorry for so so late

[demonologist]

"Dr. Brennan." Wes greeted, offering her a polite smile. "No luck, I presume? I've tried to call England and haven't been able to get through."

it's ok!

[truthin-bones.livejournal.com]

A nod as an unhappy look briefly crossed her face. It was reassuring to know that she wasn't the only one who had attempted to contact home. But to know that others were also unsuccessful was not very reassuring.

"Have you attempted to leave?"