May 12, 2011 22:32
Tapping her pen against the notepad in front of her, Brennan exhales in irritation as she stares at the words written on the page with her neat handwriting. For the second time, the radio broadcasts of Taxon have been interrupted by a static-filled mystery transmission. Brennan tended to keep her radio on for some quiet background noise in her office at the Jeffersonian, usually not paying it much attention. A few days ago, she'd returned from lunch when she'd caught the tail-end of the unexpected transmission, hurriedly grabbing a notepad and a pen to write down as much as she could. She doesn't have much, though, and what she does have makes little sense to her.
While the first transmission hadn't seem to be in any recognizable language, Brennan did identify this latest one to be spoken in Portuguese. She isn't fluent in Portuguese, but she is in Spanish - and although the two languages have considerable differences, they also have enough mutual intelligibility for her to be able to translate a few words. The rest she'd looked up from the institute's language database.
Determinately, Brennan grabs her tablet and addresses Taxon at large.
"Did anybody manage to record or transcribe that radio transmission that interrupted the regular feed a couple of days ago in its entirety, by any chance? I only caught the end of it, unfortunately," she frowns, clearly displeased. "The language spoken seemed to be Portuguese, this time."
[ ooc | backdated a few days after the latest transmission due to my own fail and slowness. :| ]
(day),
glitch,
{ corwin barimen,
{ temperance brennan,
{ spock,
mayland long,
@ shelley