#empatheticimagination

[thenewboneboy]

Bones for Brains | closed rp

Alex, the 23 year old grad student working with Dr. Temperance Brennan is cleaning a set of remains. They were delivered by a forensic team in the FBI, only because they could not figure out what happened. Alex's black hair gets pushed away from his face with his wrist, since his hands are gloves and busy. He is collecting sediment and tissue left on the victim's skull, working diligently. The only time he looks up is when he hears footsteps approaching. "If you're looking for Dr. Brennan, she should be back on Wednesday. And if you aren't looking for her, then I will have to ask for identification. This is supposed to be a secure lab." He tries not to take notice of the tiny details about the man, but his mind never does let him be non observant. He sees that the man is dressed like a civilian, and he lives in a cold environment. Probably a country area, and the man has several dogs of various breeds and sizes. The stubble says that the man doesn't sleep well, and the look on his face confirms it. But Alex does his best to not stare. He looks back to the remains he is cleaning, before he becomes rude towards the man.

[its-simplicityitself]

When the Day Met the Night | Will & Sherlock

The argument was a short one.Earlier that morning Mycroft had called upon the services of his younger brother, as had been requested by the FBI. After they had discussed the case at hand & bargained upon Sherlock's terms, he found himself on a plane to Baltimore.

Yet the arrangement was not as cut & dry as Mycroft had made it out to be. When he arrived upon the crime scene he was stopped by a man named Jack who informed him brusquely that they already had a consultant on the case. A heated altercation ensued during which Sherlock assured his credentials in a scathing manner that involved the DI's morning habits & finally the Detective Inspector gave up in a sigh of exasperation, claiming they could use all the help they could get. With a smirk & a murmur of agreement Sherlock slipped under the police tape & began searching the area.

[earthmanarthurdent]

Don't Panic | Arthur & Will

"What do you mean the flight's been delayed?" Arthur complained angrily to the airport's front desk attendant. "We're not even close to California!"

The woman pursed her plainly glossed lips & gave a condescending smile. "Well, sir, the flight to Los Angeles International was delayed due to the detrimental weather. The plane couldn't safely land so the flight's been delayed," she replied icily. "I believe the pilot explained all this not long ago."

Arthur glowered at her. "Couldn't they have landed somewhere a little closer than entirely across the country then?" Arthur demanded.

She kept the glossy smile in place, in a patiently patronizing way, with the air of someone who's simply been working in the service industry too damn long. "I'm afraid this was the only approved flight path sir," she explained.

Arthur sighed heavily. "Alright, alright, how long've I got to wait then?"

"Oh we're not sure yet sir, at least two or three days. I could book you a hotel, Baltimore offers some wonder-"

"Two or three days? You're kidding right?" he asked incredulously. She still smiled calmly. "You're not kidding," he passed a hand over his face. "Right, just, book the damn hotel I suppose. Bit ridiculous though if you ask me, couldn't I just book another flight or something."

She shook her head & smiled a bit wider. "No sir, all our flights are booked at the moment."

"All?! How do you-? Oh whatever, yes just book the fucking hotel," he sighed in a defeated manner.

After several minutes of arguing about which hotels were booked they finally found one with a vacancy & he lugged his suitcase outside to wait for a cab, as all the ones that were previously outside seemed to have gone.

Meanwhile, a slightly rusty looking robot named Marvin hobbled down the street. He was in search the earthling named Arthur Dent, figuring since he'd been stranded on this miserable planet he may as well find someone who was at least used to the sight of him. "Here I am, brain the size of a planet, stranded where they barely have computers. Absolutely horrendous," he muttered, oblivious to people's stares.

He entered an empty little antique shop & walked up to the person at the counter.

"Good day, uh, sir," the man attempted a cheery tone despite his confusion.

"No, it's wretched," Marvin replied bitterly. "All I want is to know if you know where an Arthur Dent is, but I doubt you do. You probably hate me anyway."

"Um, well I don't think we sell any of those is it a computer part?" the man asked nervously.

"Is it a computer part?" Marvin mocked. "Of course it isnt, it's a person, an exceptionally dull one at that," he glanced about the shop. "How do you stand life on this awful bloody planet? I haven't been here ten minutes & it's utterly useless, total rubbish."

Marvin sat dejectedly in a chair & looked up at the man, who didn't dare say anything. "I mean, what's the point of it all? Here I am, brain the size of a planet &...."

Marvin rambled on in this manner for some time. The man in the shop wanted to kick him out but he was practically frozen by the robot's words. What if it all was useless? What was he doing working in this stupid little shop when he could be out inventing a modern phonograph with a built in popcorn maker, or seeing the world's largest ball of yarn? And what was even the point of that? Finally it was too much for him & he took the pistol out of the locked drawer next the safe & ended it all.

Marvin simply shook his head. "I knew he hated me," he muttered before continuing on his way.

The next few encounters were much the same as he searched for Arthur, who was quietly sipping a cup of tea in his slightly shabby hotel room.