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[art_of_bones]

[First, all you can hear is a few frustrated and muttered words that sound something like ‘how does this thing work’ because Angela’s loss is basically she’s got the technology skills of a baby bear. When she finally figures it out… sort of… she’s speaking directly to it]

Okay, when my psychic told me I was going to be going on a journey. I thought

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dictated!

[truthin_bones]

Booth's gun is actually not that bi -- [just give her a moment; it's been a very long day.]

Angela?

dictated!

[art_of_bones]

Brennan? [She's shouting like an old person on a cell phone] Is that you?

dictated foreeeever

[truthin_bones]

You can talk at a normal volume. The journal is capable of detecting and recording regular vocal patterns.

[A pause.]

I have yet to figure out how it works. I... [There's a bit of laughter.] I can't believe you're here.

[art_of_bones]

Is it like a cell phone? [She's sounding confused]

Where am I exactly?

[thatsmy_niche]

Damn. Wish my psychic woulda told me about it first.

[art_of_bones]

[Hey Alec, you're exactly Angela's type but she's distracted so she won't comment on that yet]

Avalon Harmonia is usually not so vague or off.

[thatsmy_niche]

Avalon Harmonia, huh?

[well, he won't comment that it sounds like a hack name. He could make up a better one than that]

Guess she didn't tell you anything about magical castles and 24/7 crazy?

[art_of_bones]

[Yeah, there's going to be some 'you're a crazy person aren't you?' silence as she tries to figure out of he's messing with her or not]

Hasn't anyone ever told you hugs not drugs, sweetie?

[breakmychest]

Great, more FBI people.

[art_of_bones]

Hey buddy, you better watch it. I know how to use a gun. [No, he doesn't]

[breakmychest]

Yeah, so do I. I like a good battle axe better.

[art_of_bones]

...Battle axe? So you're the psycho man who's kidnapped me?

[zone_of_truth]

[a small smile. they're all coming back. It's like having family here]

Angela?

[art_of_bones]

Sweets? Is that you?

[zone_of_truth]

The one and only. Welcome back to Paradisa.

[art_of_bones]

Welcome back?

[beltbucklerebel]

Angela?

[Booth's voice, happy and just a little spacey, comes through the journal sometime later in the day, after the drugs have worn off enough for him to wake up]

You're here? When did you get here? I should come meet you...

[art_of_bones]

Booth... Are you okay? [He DOES sound spacey!]

[beltbucklerebel]

I am.... great. [so happy] What're you doing here?

[art_of_bones]

Well I don't really know.