Application for Temperance Brennan
Temperance opens her eyes and takes a moment to take stock of her surroundings. The last thing she remembers is being buried alive in her car with Hodgins. Now there is sunlight hurting her eyes... and a familiar cartoon character walking toward her. Apparently she is having a very vivid hallucination.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
"Dr. Temperance Brennan," she replies, figuring that going along with this is the fastest way to way wake up.
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
She glances in the direction of the second voice. "I guess my quest is to get out of here and find the gravedigger before he can kill again."
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
"Genies don't exist," Temperance says. "And if someone wanted me to make their wishes come true, I'd tell them that they needed to work at making their dreams come true on their own.
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"What revolution?" she asks, her glance shifting from the Cat to the Mouse. "I have skills as a forensic anthropologist. I'm not sure how useful most common people would find them though."
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
This is officially the strangest dream or hallucination she has ever had, she decides. Whatever drugs the gravedigger pumped her full of must have been good. "I guess dark," she says. "It has antioxidants."
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
"Most of those things aren't real," Temperance says patiently. "Humans exist, but it's been my experience that most of them can be rather unpleasant, so I suppose I'll choose bears and monkeys."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
After patting her pockets quickly, Temperance shakes her head. "No, I don't have anything on me."
She stands there awkwardly, wondering if this is when she'll finally wake up.
((Temperance Brennan is from the Fox television show, Bones. I'm pulling her from the middle of episode 2x09 "Aliens in a Spaceship". She is very socially awkward (apparently that's going to be my schtick, since I also play Elle) and won't understand most pop culture references. She'll also be looking for logical, scientific explanations for everything that's happening around her. I'm a cruel and evil mistress. I would also love to have a Booth show up.))
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
"Dr. Temperance Brennan," she replies, figuring that going along with this is the fastest way to way wake up.
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
She glances in the direction of the second voice. "I guess my quest is to get out of here and find the gravedigger before he can kill again."
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
"Genies don't exist," Temperance says. "And if someone wanted me to make their wishes come true, I'd tell them that they needed to work at making their dreams come true on their own.
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"What revolution?" she asks, her glance shifting from the Cat to the Mouse. "I have skills as a forensic anthropologist. I'm not sure how useful most common people would find them though."
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
This is officially the strangest dream or hallucination she has ever had, she decides. Whatever drugs the gravedigger pumped her full of must have been good. "I guess dark," she says. "It has antioxidants."
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
"Most of those things aren't real," Temperance says patiently. "Humans exist, but it's been my experience that most of them can be rather unpleasant, so I suppose I'll choose bears and monkeys."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
After patting her pockets quickly, Temperance shakes her head. "No, I don't have anything on me."
She stands there awkwardly, wondering if this is when she'll finally wake up.
((Temperance Brennan is from the Fox television show, Bones. I'm pulling her from the middle of episode 2x09 "Aliens in a Spaceship". She is very socially awkward (apparently that's going to be my schtick, since I also play Elle) and won't understand most pop culture references. She'll also be looking for logical, scientific explanations for everything that's happening around her. I'm a cruel and evil mistress. I would also love to have a Booth show up.))