Stir Crazy

[not_a_squint]

Characters: Seeley Booth, Open
Where: Game room
When: Early morning?
Summary: bored!booth is bored. Help him feel useful.

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[slaying]

Walking up to the board and catching one of his darts in mid-air would have been, Buffy thought, a flashy way of reintroducing herself to Booth; however, she decided to leave that particular trick in the bag for the time being. Instead, she stepped slowly into what she imagined would be Booth's line of sight.

"Pretty good aim you have there." She smiled while she spoke, leaning back against a support pillar.

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He threw.

Plok. Right on.

"You could say I've got a knack for it..." he tossed another, his mouth parting for a moment as he did so. A little off, but close to sixteen. "Do it enough, you can do anything." Would rather not tell this kid about how he was a sniper for the Army Ranger, but if it comes up, he might tell her about the Circus, but how to get about that.

[slaying]

"Practice makes perfect, then?" She raised her eyebrows, trying to estimate her own chances of hitting the bullseye. They were rather good, she thought. After all, she had staked vampires at a distance. That was sort of like an running bullseye, Buffy thought, hidden beneath undead flesh and bone.

She crossed her arms loosely below her chest, right hand locking over her left elbow. "I tend to blow off the practice and just hope to get things right the first time. Seems to have been a solid plan so far."

Looking at Booth still gave her an awkward shift in her gut.

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"Oh yeah? Throw down. Prove your method." he joked, reaching for the darts, then approaching her and handing them to her. From there, he leaned against the table and sipped his coffee.

He noticed something there, her eyes, face, posture. She felt uncomfortable, which was understandable since he looked like her maybe once "friend." He hoped he was wrong about that.

And 'prove your method'? That sounded like the Squint Squad seeping through into his psyche. Never to happen again, if he was concerned.

[dntcllmebones]

Dr. Temperance Brennan strode down the hall, dressed down in jeans and a simple blouse, since there was nothing for her to do, really. She'd already arranged the medical lab the way she'd wanted, uncaring if it bothered anyone. The brunette anthropologist was merely attempted to get acclimated, make the ring more like home.

She stopped as she passed the game room, seeing a familiar form out of the corner of her eye. She turned, and entered the room, finding Booth playing darts. She stayed quiet for a moment, not wanting to interrupt his next shot.

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He heard her behind him, but that didn't stop him from making his mark. After glancing to check who it was, he grinned and threw another dart. "Heey, Bones." He said, tossing his next dart, bulls eye again, well, almost. Then the last one, 27. He turned to her. "You here means you got that lab put together, you even been outside since last we saw each other? Oh." He gestured to the coffee pitcher and a fresh mug. "help yourself."

[dntcllmebones]

She nodded, "I did. It's up to Jeffersonian standards. At least, my standars at the Jeffersonian," Brennan replied, smirking at his hitting the bullseye. She crossed the room, pouring herself a cup of coffee before walking back over to Booth.

"And yourself?" She asked, taking a slow sip, testing how hot it was.

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"You know me. Keeping busy." Booth replied, throwing his last dart, hitting towards the center.

"Now, you spent a few weeks working in that lab, we could have spent that time figuring out why we're here. Answer the questions. Figure out if Hal 9000 is telling the truth about bringing our 'homes' here... You did see that demonstration when you got here, right? C'mon, Bones. Let's you and me solve a mystery. It's no murder but..."

[l1_01]

After several weeks and even a mission spent in a haze of confusion, Heero had decided that he was tired of that feeling. Whatever had happened to him between Earth and here was a fading dream of fuzzy images and feelings, and despite a few nightmares he vowed to put all that behind him. Probably just some trick anyway, to make him more compliant

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Plok. Plok. He'd heard the boy behind him but he didn't turn away until he finished his round. He walked back to the board and retrieved the darts, returning to the table and taking a sip of his coffee. From there, he turned to Heero and glanced at him, offering a curt nod and a wave.

[l1_01]

The man had coffee. Now that was a good idea. He returned the nod then headed for the replicator to get his own cup. Maybe something to eat too? He glanced back at the man while he decided what to order. "Want anything?" he asked.

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"Had a good breakfast, I'm fine." he replied, sitting at his table. Playing alone was really really boring. This kid was kinda small, but lithe, probably did a few sports, running, basketball. Weird though, the hard expression, even as a default, it was cold. Like Zack.

"You ah... You been here a while?" He sipped his coffee.