[Thread] Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor
Characters: OU!Temperance Brennan, Open
Where: Clinic
When: Early evening
Summary: Brenna goes snooping then when she's done, oops! Mistletoe. *snicker*
Warnings: None, really
Dr. Temperance Brennan had exited Tsu-Tessera, properly bundled up to head out into the harsh Russian winter. Her jacket was zipped up, a knit cap covers her ears securely. Her hands were gloved and tucked into the pockets of her coat. The anthropologist strode down the stairs to exit the third apartment building. She'd learned that there was a clinic in this small town, separated from the rest of the world by massive walls. Temperance had felt so out of her element since she'd been here. Hadn't helped solve a case in nearly two weeks. She felt useless, to put it simply.
Dr. Brennan made her way up the center of the street as quick as she could, reaching the entrance to the clinic and pushing the door open, stepping inside. There didn't seem to be anyone around so Temperance contented herself with exploring every nook and cranny of the clinic, figuring where everything was, how properly stocked they were, etc.
Two thorough hours later, Temperance pulled her coat back on, having gotten warm while moving around in the clinic, starting for the door. Two feet from the door, Brennan felt a slight tug that halted her progress and she looked down to make sure she hadn't stepped in some adhesive. Her brow furrowed and she looked up, seeing the sprig of viscus album. Mistletoe. "Damn," Temperance muttered to herself. Reaching into her coat pocket, she pulled out her PDA, setting it to record. "Yes, this is Dr. Brennan. I seem to have been caught under that mistletoe that everyone keeps mentioning. I'm aware I don't know many of you, but assistance would be appreciated. I'm located in the clinic." Finishing the recording, she tucked the PDA back into her pocket and waited.
Where: Clinic
When: Early evening
Summary: Brenna goes snooping then when she's done, oops! Mistletoe. *snicker*
Warnings: None, really
Dr. Temperance Brennan had exited Tsu-Tessera, properly bundled up to head out into the harsh Russian winter. Her jacket was zipped up, a knit cap covers her ears securely. Her hands were gloved and tucked into the pockets of her coat. The anthropologist strode down the stairs to exit the third apartment building. She'd learned that there was a clinic in this small town, separated from the rest of the world by massive walls. Temperance had felt so out of her element since she'd been here. Hadn't helped solve a case in nearly two weeks. She felt useless, to put it simply.
Dr. Brennan made her way up the center of the street as quick as she could, reaching the entrance to the clinic and pushing the door open, stepping inside. There didn't seem to be anyone around so Temperance contented herself with exploring every nook and cranny of the clinic, figuring where everything was, how properly stocked they were, etc.
Two thorough hours later, Temperance pulled her coat back on, having gotten warm while moving around in the clinic, starting for the door. Two feet from the door, Brennan felt a slight tug that halted her progress and she looked down to make sure she hadn't stepped in some adhesive. Her brow furrowed and she looked up, seeing the sprig of viscus album. Mistletoe. "Damn," Temperance muttered to herself. Reaching into her coat pocket, she pulled out her PDA, setting it to record. "Yes, this is Dr. Brennan. I seem to have been caught under that mistletoe that everyone keeps mentioning. I'm aware I don't know many of you, but assistance would be appreciated. I'm located in the clinic." Finishing the recording, she tucked the PDA back into her pocket and waited.