Oct 24, 2010 19:58
mal (malancholy), anya jenkins (bunnyslayer), will schuester (acafellow), lance sweets (psychoanalyzes)
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[He gestures around himself.]
I'm lying on a street somewhere, aren't I? In a coma, or dying.
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[ stated as plain fact. ]
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[That sounds decidedly scifi for a purgatorial construct in his own mind. Then again...]
Are you joshing me? Is this some kind of prank?
[He half expects Angela or Hodgins to leap out from behind the rattan furniture and cackle madly at him.]
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[He ventures tentatively, when he notices that she's watching him.]
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L'hôtel.
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That sounds ominous.
[He smiles sheepishly and rubs at his chin, trying to decide what he ought to do. What would Bones do? What would Booth do? Hmmm....]
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As for someone plotting my downfall, I think I'm clear. What about you? Do you have reason to feel insecure?
Sorry, I should have introduced myself, I'm Dr. Lawrence Sweets.
[He holds out his hand to shake, seeing as how he needs some kind of normalcy in the midst of all the strangeness.]
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