[The feed turns on abruptly and obviously without the two women on the screen noticing it, the angle tilted slightly upward as if the device has been tossed on the ground. Behind the figures, one may catch a glimpse of mounds of dirt, but little else that would give out their location. The blowing wind is covering up most of the distant, sporadic ( Read more... )

I remember this occurrence. I'm surprised to witness it happening again, but... it would be nice to see anybody from home. I'd be interested to hear how things are at the Jeffersonian. As long as any prospective visits are from someone pleasant enough. Booth would probably say I just jinxed myself, but any disagreeable encounters would be more ( Read more... )

From what I've surmised from these essays posted on the network this week, there appears to be something of a consensus regarding pain as a desirable occurrence in life. I'm aware of the thesis; without pain, there can be no joy, no appreciation of the good times without the counterbalancing bad ones. No pain, no gain ( Read more... )

[Filtered from Angela]

I kindly ask for everyone's good will and cooperation in the following matter:

Please disregard any and all bids you may receive from Angela Montenegro ( Read more... )

To whom it may concern, it appears that the residents of Apartment 4, Building 10 have left the City. To the best of my knowledge, this includes Miss Burkle and her friend Mister Lorne - I believe they shared the apartment with another roommate, a female? I cannot be absolutely certain of this as I never met her, nor do I recall her name. But there ( Read more... )

[The audio feed turns on mid-sentence, broadcasting a seriously irate Brennan admonishing somebody.]

--looking after one mere suspect? Are you kidding me?

[A distinctly contrite male voice responds:] I'm very sorry, Miss Brennan, but this was--

[Impatient and unamused, Brennan cuts the police officer off, her tone sharp and flinty.] It's Doctor ( Read more... )

[The sea churns lazily, waves ebbing and flowing at the shore. The early morning sky is tinged with a gloomy gray, tiny raindrops drizzling down rapidly. The bad weather is lost on Brennan as she stands close to the shoreline staring into the distance, only a step or two shy of getting her feet wet by the water. Brisk wind howls every now and then ( Read more... )

( [private || off-network || unhackable] )

It was safe to state that Angela Pearly Gates Montenegro had a problem ( Read more... )

Wh... where did this photograph come from? I don't recall having a photo about this.

[Pause, followed by some rustling.]

I see. Judging by the posts on the network, it's yet another City-wide occurrence.

[Another silence, followed by Brennan clearing her throat slightly.]

...Well, I think I'll just put this away now.

[ooc: Brennan's pictures ( Read more... )