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[stubborn_squire]

Alanna is late.

Rushing headlong through the city gates, she reflexively bows her head to the statue of the Goddess in its alcove and darts between two arguing lords on the way to the palace for a late audience with Duke Gareth.

That's what comes of wearing skirts, she thinks. I forget I've a proper brain in my head, swanning about the city that

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[thedeaddontlie]

A matter-of-fact voice and the sound of footsteps carry from somewhere not too far away. "The statues aren't a credible threat now that we know how to stop them, and it's imperative that we investigate every new arrival. While statistically improbable it is possible for any of them to be people, or even a way home."

[nogunforyou]

"It's a bad idea," says a less matter-of-fact (and more male) voice, though it's getting closer, too, for all its griping. "Maybe you forgot, but the last time we were in D.C., there were dinosaurs. You know, big, scaly, lots of teeth?"

[thedeaddontlie]

"Those weren't really dinosaurs, Booth," the female voice replies patiently. "I've explained this before, but those weren't really velociraptors. They were sort of like someone's idea of what a velociraptor might look like. But the movement was wrong, and the posture, and no feathers, and..." it sounds as if the list could go on for a while.

Even as she speaks her eyes sweep back and forth looking for threats. Apparently nearly a year in a world full of ravenous monsters will give even Temperance Brennan some sort of survival instincts.

Not very good ones though.

[stubborn_squire]

The voices, though reassuring in their presence, aren't making a lot of sense.

Brow furrowed, Alanna ducks into the doorway, holds her sword at the ready and peeks around the corner. If the voices belong to enemies of the crown, up to no good, she'll have a better chance if she stays out of sight. Maybe they will think they're surrounded. She presses her cheek to the cool marble, waiting, waiting...

When she spies the man and woman coming toward her, her eyes widen in astonishment. Everything about them is wrong, unfamiliar.

"Who are you?"

It's a demand, issued in a voice much more in command than she feels at the moment.