MAIN THREAD for the RPG, the story happens here...

[CSI_Bones_FanGirl]

First off, this explains the posting method we're using.....

(thanks to FBIVamp for the Universal Posting Method explanation)

This board uses the UPM (Universal Posting Method). This is the simplest form to communicate during roleplay. When you post you have three ways to write:

:: :: indicates an action
" " indicates dialogue
( ) indicates a thought

Here is a breakdown.

Actions: This is how you move your character around on the board or how others can see what action your character is performing. Example:

Bob :: walked over to the couch and sat down.::

Dialogue: This is how you talk to other characters on the board. Example:

"What are you doing tonight?"

Thoughts: This is how you can portray what your character is thinking. To other characters your thoughts are unknown. The players can see them, but other characters cannot. Example:

(I hope she says she's free.)


Note: For clarification there is no one on this forum named Bob or Sandra. They are not characters on this board. I only used them to create a neutral situation.

[CSI_Bones_FanGirl]

Temperance :: Sits at her desk in her office, staring at the blank computer screen. ::

(Damn, writer's block again. Did I have writer's block this bad with the last book? I can't remember.)

:: She looks over to where she has about a hundred post-it notes and then sighs, saying out loud to no one in particular, not knowing if someone might be standing in her doorway or not. ::

"This is hopeless, I was never meant to be an author, I'm a scientist."

[FBIVamp]

Booth: ::Knocks on the door and lets himself in. Notices Temperance on the computer.::

"Bones, what would you do if I told you we were going to Puerto Rico?"

(This should be good..)

::Stifles a chuckle::

[CSI_Bones_FanGirl]

Tempe :: jumps slightly inside her skin, having been so deep in concentration, she didn't even realize anyone else was nearby. She turns her head towards him and states, matter-of-factly. ::

"I'd say that you should probably take some sunscreen. And learn some Spanish."

(Why is he going to Puerto Rico? And who with? Ugh, it's none of my business. Try to act nonchalant. Aloof. I don't care.)

[FBIVamp]

Booth: "Well, it just so happens..."

::Walks over behind her desk and grabs the edges of her chair, and with a swift move, spins her around to face him, stopping the chair with his foot. He leans over toward her.::

"...that you and I are going to Puerto Rico."

::grins wickedly.::

[CSI_Bones_FanGirl]

Temperance :: her eyes widen slightly, then she stares at him stubbornly. ::

"I'm not going anywhere. I have a 200 year old set of bones to identify, e-mails to reply to, a class to prepare lecture notes for, not to mention my editor wants the first three chapters of my next book by next week."

Angela :: Is already walking down the hallway when she hears Booth saying something about going to Puerto Rico, and Tempe's usual frustrated stubborn tone of voice, and smiles, guessing that it probably has something to do with something Booth said. ::

(damn, that man is so hot. Focus, Angela, you have work to do. )

::She steps into the doorway and leans against the doorframe with a grin. She says to both of them. ::

"Ooh, what's in Rico? I mean besides hot bodies laying in the warm sun?"

Tempe :: glances over at Angela and replies stubbornly. ::

"I don't know, why don't you ask Booth? I have work to do."

::She slides her chair back in front of her computer and pretends to start typing. ::

(He just thinks he can walk in here and take over my life and turn everything upside down? I don't think so! )

[FBIVamp]

Booth: ::Takes his foot off of her chair and sits on her desk, blocking Temperance's view of the computer.::

"Well, you don't really have a choice, Bones. I just got a call and they want you for a case."

::Looks to Angela and then back to Temperance with a small smile.::

[CSI_Bones_FanGirl]

Temperance :: sighs with total frustration and then finally turns her head to glare at Booth. ::

"I was typing, thank you very much."

(Puerto Rico? I wonder what the case is? Oh wait, that's right, I'm not supposed to care, I have important Museum work to do, plus my Publisher...)

Angela:: enters the room and sets some files down on Tempe's desk. ::

"Ooohh... a case? Hey, Brenn, you know you want to get out of the office."

(God, she is so lucky! I wish I could go somewhere like that.)

Temperance :: glances quickly at Angela, then trains her eyes back on Booth. ::

"Ang, you're not helping."

[FBIVamp]

::Shifts his position to continue blocking her view.::

"Well, you're not going to be typing on your computer anymore."

::Gives the cutest smile he can manage.::

(I know she can't resist saying yes to this face.)

"Pack your bags Bones, we leave in 4 hours."

::pats her on the back as he closes her computer shut and dangles his keys in her face.::

[CSI_Bones_FanGirl]

Angela ::

"Oh, fine, just ignore me. I'm not even here."

:: she looks mostly at Booth. ::

Temperance ::

"Hey! I didn't save that yet!"

:: She stands up and places her hands on her hips, her fists clenched, her brow furrowed in a deep frown. ::

"Don't try to use that Charm smile on me. It's definitely not working today. I'm not going anywhere until we talk to Dr. Goodman."

Angela :: makes a little cat growl noise under her breath. ::

[FBIVamp]

"Fine, we'll go talk to Dr. Goodman."

::mocks her under his breath. He pats Angela on the back on his way out as an acknowledgement that she was there.::

"Nice to see you Ange!"

::he calls as he exits Brennan's office. He holds up a hand in a wave.::

[CSI_Bones_FanGirl]

Angela:: grins from ear to ear at Booth. Then looks at Tempe and whispers ::

"You know you want to go, Brenn. Just go, the lab will be fine. I won't let Zach and Hodgins race their Madagascar Hissing Cockroaches anywhere but in the specifically sanctioned areas that you specified. Don't worry, sweetie."

Temperance :: nods curtly. ::

"I'm not worried about you. I just... I have work to do. I can't be traveling all over the place just because Booth says so."

:: she huffs and folds her arms across her chest, not really looking at Booth as she heads out of her office, past him, and down the hallway. She walks quickly, making sure to try to outpace Booth, since she wants to make sure she's the first one to start talking when they get to Goodman's office. When they get there, she can see he's seated at his desk, looking over some papers. ::

"Dr. Goodman, I just have to say, I'm in the middle of identifying some very important remains. The Museum needs them for a new exhibit. And I'm supposed to be getting my lecture ready for that class on the "Art of classifying Bone fragments"."

[FBIVamp]

Dr. Goodman: ::raises his hand to stop her speech.::

"Take a seat Dr. Brennan."

::clears his throat, and leans forward on his desk.::

"I understand your dilemna, but it has been brought to my attention by Agent Booth that he needs your help on a case in Puerto Rico."

Booth: ::Walks in and takes a seat to the left of Dr. Brennan.::

"Sorry to interrupt, sir. Continue."

::Smirks in Brennan's direction.::

Dr. Goodman: "Actually, Agent Booth, I was just about to give Dr. Brennan the floor."

::motions for Temperance to speak.::

[CSI_Bones_FanGirl]

Temperance :: sits down obediently and waits for her turn to speak again. ::

"I don't understand. What kind of case?"

::glances over at Booth::

"Does the F.B.I. even have jurisdiction in Puerto Rico?"

(What is he looking so damned smug about this time? Does he like annoying me and ruining my routine?)

[FBIVamp]

Booth: "Yes Bones, the FBI does have jurisdiction over there."
::rolls his eyes. Then begins pacing the room as he talks::

"Some human remains were found at a local school playground. Because the playground is on government property, it is an FBI matter. The Puerto Rican government wants you to identify the remains."

::looks at Temperance::

"Oh and here's the twist: The body was found with an FBI badge next to it."

::Stops pacing, glances at Dr. Goodman, and then looks at Temperance with an expectant look.::

(Ha! Let's see her try to get outta this one.)