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bonescientist.livejournal.comThe tablet shows off a glimpse of the cavernous interior of the Medico-legal laboratory of the Jeffersonian Institute, the workstations empty of scientists. On the foreground, Brennan is seated by an examination table, the illuminated surface littered with several dozen pieces of light substance, like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle. A bottle of glue and assorted tools sit on the side, next to a small container. Some of the pieces are roughly the size of quarters, but the bulk of them are more like pennies. Brennan's left elbow is propped on the edge of the table, chin resting against her hand as she studies the pieces intently. Her free hand reaches out occasionally, moving a seemingly random piece with a gloved fingertip into a different location on the table, slowly forming distinct groups out of the fragments. Behind her, one can make out another examination table on which lies a mostly complete human skeleton, the bones arranged into an anatomically correct order. All but the skull, which is missing.
Brennan's been at the Jeffersonian since the early hours of the morning, examining remains from the skeletal storage. She knows that Angela won't approve, but being in the lab and doing what she does best is one of the few pieces of normalcy - of home - that are available here, and she's clinging to it tenaciously. Though Brennan understands the necessity of change and adaptation, she's rather bad at it herself. Angela, at least, appears to be acclimating into Taxon just fine, if the loud romp with the overnight guest she had a few days ago was of any indication...
Finally satisfied with the grouping of the fragments, Brennan straightens and reaches into the container on the table. From it, she carefully extracts the missing skull, sans the mandible, turning it slowly in her hands. There's a large portion of it missing, the back of the head entirely gone. Giving the eye orbits a solemn look, Brennan places the skull back into the container before picking up a small voice recorder off the table, clicking it on.
"Preliminary examination of John Doe, number 739-0978. Male, late forties. Caucasian. Uneven growth patterns in the vertebrae indicative of childhood malnutrition. The left tibia, thoracic vertebrae from T3 to T7, and the right scapula are unaccounted for. The cranium has sustained severe damage to the occipital and parietal, having been broken into," she pauses and frowns at the pieces on the table. "Approximately fifty-seven fragments. Cranial reconstruction commencing to determine possible existence of trauma."
She clicks off the recorder and sets it aside, picking up the bottle of glue instead. The prospect of fitting the pieces back into the skull and making it whole again curls the corner of her mouth upward slightly. Brennan has always liked puzzles.
[ooc | on a slowatus still, so apologies in advance for slow tags and backtagging that probably goes on forever and a day. i may resort to brackets myself, but you're of course free to use whatever format you want.]
Brennan's been at the Jeffersonian since the early hours of the morning, examining remains from the skeletal storage. She knows that Angela won't approve, but being in the lab and doing what she does best is one of the few pieces of normalcy - of home - that are available here, and she's clinging to it tenaciously. Though Brennan understands the necessity of change and adaptation, she's rather bad at it herself. Angela, at least, appears to be acclimating into Taxon just fine, if the loud romp with the overnight guest she had a few days ago was of any indication...
Finally satisfied with the grouping of the fragments, Brennan straightens and reaches into the container on the table. From it, she carefully extracts the missing skull, sans the mandible, turning it slowly in her hands. There's a large portion of it missing, the back of the head entirely gone. Giving the eye orbits a solemn look, Brennan places the skull back into the container before picking up a small voice recorder off the table, clicking it on.
"Preliminary examination of John Doe, number 739-0978. Male, late forties. Caucasian. Uneven growth patterns in the vertebrae indicative of childhood malnutrition. The left tibia, thoracic vertebrae from T3 to T7, and the right scapula are unaccounted for. The cranium has sustained severe damage to the occipital and parietal, having been broken into," she pauses and frowns at the pieces on the table. "Approximately fifty-seven fragments. Cranial reconstruction commencing to determine possible existence of trauma."
She clicks off the recorder and sets it aside, picking up the bottle of glue instead. The prospect of fitting the pieces back into the skull and making it whole again curls the corner of her mouth upward slightly. Brennan has always liked puzzles.
[ooc | on a slowatus still, so apologies in advance for slow tags and backtagging that probably goes on forever and a day. i may resort to brackets myself, but you're of course free to use whatever format you want.]
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