Arrival - OTA
The days since leaving Washington D.C. had been a blur for Brennan. From the plane rides to arrival in the camp to assuming her duties as the lead excavator on the project, she had had little time to think about all she left behind. About a new forensic anthropologist working in her lab at the Jeffersonian, or the crimes that would go unsolved while she was abroad. And above all, she had little time to think about Booth or Afghanistan or just how much she actually missed him.
Except on the occasional restless night, after indulging in one bottle too many of bintang with her co-workers, when she sometimes dreamed about her former partner and what their life could have been like if she had had a different response at the steps of the Hoover Building months ago. But in the daylight, those dreams were easy to dismiss as irrational thoughts caused by a little too much alcohol and a little too much stress.
This morning was one of those mornings. Brennan awoke with every intent to explore a new sector of the field site. She would take a small team, those she had narrowed down to the top archaeologists and interns on Maluku, and they would conduct a survey where half of a archaic Homo sapien mandible had been found two days ago. From there, she would carve out further plans for excavation.
As she dressed - shorts and hiking boots, a tanktop and hat - she thought through her list of supplies. They would not have to bring much with them today and could possibly hike the two kilometers down the dirt road if the car was not cooperating again. If more was found, matters would be different. But Brennan did not like to jump to conclusions. She would take the day one step at a time: first more evidence of a body had to be found.
Pushing open the flap of her tent, Brennan stepped out into the sunshine. She had barely walked five steps when she stopped dead in her tracks. This was not her campsite, from the look of it, she was no longer anywhere in the Maluku Islands. The town looked too pristine, too wealthy to be Indonesia. She shook her head and stared, a rational explanation failing her.
[ooc: sorry this took so long; real life has been crazy. um, if i've done something wrong with the arrival, please tell me and i'll fix it? thanks!]
Except on the occasional restless night, after indulging in one bottle too many of bintang with her co-workers, when she sometimes dreamed about her former partner and what their life could have been like if she had had a different response at the steps of the Hoover Building months ago. But in the daylight, those dreams were easy to dismiss as irrational thoughts caused by a little too much alcohol and a little too much stress.
This morning was one of those mornings. Brennan awoke with every intent to explore a new sector of the field site. She would take a small team, those she had narrowed down to the top archaeologists and interns on Maluku, and they would conduct a survey where half of a archaic Homo sapien mandible had been found two days ago. From there, she would carve out further plans for excavation.
As she dressed - shorts and hiking boots, a tanktop and hat - she thought through her list of supplies. They would not have to bring much with them today and could possibly hike the two kilometers down the dirt road if the car was not cooperating again. If more was found, matters would be different. But Brennan did not like to jump to conclusions. She would take the day one step at a time: first more evidence of a body had to be found.
Pushing open the flap of her tent, Brennan stepped out into the sunshine. She had barely walked five steps when she stopped dead in her tracks. This was not her campsite, from the look of it, she was no longer anywhere in the Maluku Islands. The town looked too pristine, too wealthy to be Indonesia. She shook her head and stared, a rational explanation failing her.
[ooc: sorry this took so long; real life has been crazy. um, if i've done something wrong with the arrival, please tell me and i'll fix it? thanks!]