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Zach is sitting in the bar, carefully working on a super-complicated Rubik's Cube. It looks a mess, but he's pretty sure he's on the right track to solving it.
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Re: Zach and love, in convo with Star
[19:31] TLvop: But I don't...think...he really believes in long-term love. I mean, for him love is kind of a secondary thing
[19:32] TLvop: it is important but not so important as other things, it is a fact to be filed and acted upon or just known, to influence decisions but not to contradict logic
[19:32] TLvop: it is a reason, an extra benefit to the cost/benefit ratio, an extra prompt to do something he otherwise might consider at equilibrium or slightly too costly and ignore
[19:33] TLvop: it is a reason to care, and to stall, and to delay, it is a reason to be on time, to try, to brush his hair, to put together shelves or experiments, it is a reason to make coffee
[19:34] TLvop: but it is not...he does not see his love as normal love. he sees love for normal people as a big, overarching thing, an emotional thing that happens in a flash and expends itself over hours or days or months or years.
[19:34] TLvop: sometimes it last decades. sometimes that's just because people are lazy.
[19:35] TLvop: but he continues his low-key love that is only love a love in the small details, in the slight parenthesis-change of intent? so he can see that lasting a lifetime
[19:35] TLvop: but he does not see how other love can. And he's all right with that.
[19:32] TLvop: it is important but not so important as other things, it is a fact to be filed and acted upon or just known, to influence decisions but not to contradict logic
[19:32] TLvop: it is a reason, an extra benefit to the cost/benefit ratio, an extra prompt to do something he otherwise might consider at equilibrium or slightly too costly and ignore
[19:33] TLvop: it is a reason to care, and to stall, and to delay, it is a reason to be on time, to try, to brush his hair, to put together shelves or experiments, it is a reason to make coffee
[19:34] TLvop: but it is not...he does not see his love as normal love. he sees love for normal people as a big, overarching thing, an emotional thing that happens in a flash and expends itself over hours or days or months or years.
[19:34] TLvop: sometimes it last decades. sometimes that's just because people are lazy.
[19:35] TLvop: but he continues his low-key love that is only love a love in the small details, in the slight parenthesis-change of intent? so he can see that lasting a lifetime
[19:35] TLvop: but he does not see how other love can. And he's all right with that.
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Zach and Laini have just come back from Milliways into Zach's lab area.
Office: fairly spaces, split-level. Lower level: boiler on one side w/autopsy table (nothing on it), a stack of clear plastic tupperware tubs with bones in them, a toaster, and a few boxes of poptarts. Upper level: a computer, lots of shelf-space, two plastic rolly chairs, odds and ends in terms of robot parts and jars of flesh-eating beetles, as well as his doctorate hanging up on a wall somewhere (probably in a fairly cheap frame).
(note to Star: want to have this be for both, with a subthread for her meeting people, or should I ask Joan or someone if they want to put up a post for that? Also, make sure Laini doesn't leave ASAP--he has to give her the visitor's pass)
"Well," Zach says, waving at the room they've just entered form the door on the lower level. "Here it is. Ah--the visitor's entrance is behind us, to the right and straight ahead, stop when you reach the stegosaurus and head left. "
Office: fairly spaces, split-level. Lower level: boiler on one side w/autopsy table (nothing on it), a stack of clear plastic tupperware tubs with bones in them, a toaster, and a few boxes of poptarts. Upper level: a computer, lots of shelf-space, two plastic rolly chairs, odds and ends in terms of robot parts and jars of flesh-eating beetles, as well as his doctorate hanging up on a wall somewhere (probably in a fairly cheap frame).
(note to Star: want to have this be for both, with a subthread for her meeting people, or should I ask Joan or someone if they want to put up a post for that? Also, make sure Laini doesn't leave ASAP--he has to give her the visitor's pass)
"Well," Zach says, waving at the room they've just entered form the door on the lower level. "Here it is. Ah--the visitor's entrance is behind us, to the right and straight ahead, stop when you reach the stegosaurus and head left. "
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Zach is dirty, and exhausted. He’s not thinking about that, though, with a bag over his shoulder and a wad of cash in his hand as he pays the taxi driver outside of the Jeffersonian.
There are some surprised greetings (Hello-Dr.-Addy’s that he takes a split second to remember refer to him) as he walks through the main hall, which he returns tersely and keeps going. He avoids the Paleontology section—he doesn’t want to deal with Naomi and her colleagues now, not given how sleep-deprived he is, or how close he is to the Medico-Legal lab.
But there is a discussion occurring inside of the lab.
“Don’t you people understand?” Booth is yelling at the people in the lab. Zach sees the new person right away, a young, African-American man and slows. He must be the graduate student—Dr. Brennan won’t need his help if she already has someone to pick up the extra work in the lab. “No, this is enabling. You're enabling somebody with a mental problem.”
Dr. Brennan has seen him, already, and says his name.
“No, you,” Booth says, back to him and angry. “You, Bones. You’re the one with the mental problem.”
But no one else is listening to him any more, and Angela shrieks something that might be his name, if he had the proper ear structures to understand bats, and rushes to hug him, followed by Hodgins (who is laughing in surprise), and Dr. Saroyan, and behind them Dr. Brennan.
Angela asks him what he is doing back, but he is more concerned by Hodgins and asks, nervously, if he can move back in above his garage.
“Are you kidding?” Hodgins asks, going serious. Zach’s swallows to say something before Hodgins starts to laugh again and says “Of course! Come here!” and hugs him as well.
When he lets go, Dr. Brennan welcomes him home and does the same. Zach’s slowly beginning to relax, but Booth calls out to him from the raised lab area and asks if he got wounded.
“No,” he says, walking forward, “they just sent me home.”
“When can you start work?” Dr. Brennan asks, and he turns to blink at her as Booth says pats the new guy’s shoulder and says something.
“If you didn’t fill my job, who’s that guy?”
But the guy says he is ‘nobody,’ amiably, and turns to leave—Zach is still curious, sure, but he’s too overwhelmed with being home to give it much thought.
Hodgins, affectionately, tells him he “looks like crap” and Cam tells him off, but Zach isn’t really listening (though he does react to Angela’s declaration that he is rakish with a bewildered look).
“Are you starving?” She asks.
“Actually,” he says, carefully, “what I'd like is to get into whatever it was you were talking about before Dr. Brennan's mental problem.”
Hodgins reaches out and ruffles his closely shorn hair, before pulling him to the platform. Zach is incredibly glad that they aren’t mad at him, and that this—the one place he fits in, even if the army counselor tried to warn him about that—is still open to him.
There are some surprised greetings (Hello-Dr.-Addy’s that he takes a split second to remember refer to him) as he walks through the main hall, which he returns tersely and keeps going. He avoids the Paleontology section—he doesn’t want to deal with Naomi and her colleagues now, not given how sleep-deprived he is, or how close he is to the Medico-Legal lab.
But there is a discussion occurring inside of the lab.
“Don’t you people understand?” Booth is yelling at the people in the lab. Zach sees the new person right away, a young, African-American man and slows. He must be the graduate student—Dr. Brennan won’t need his help if she already has someone to pick up the extra work in the lab. “No, this is enabling. You're enabling somebody with a mental problem.”
Dr. Brennan has seen him, already, and says his name.
“No, you,” Booth says, back to him and angry. “You, Bones. You’re the one with the mental problem.”
But no one else is listening to him any more, and Angela shrieks something that might be his name, if he had the proper ear structures to understand bats, and rushes to hug him, followed by Hodgins (who is laughing in surprise), and Dr. Saroyan, and behind them Dr. Brennan.
Angela asks him what he is doing back, but he is more concerned by Hodgins and asks, nervously, if he can move back in above his garage.
“Are you kidding?” Hodgins asks, going serious. Zach’s swallows to say something before Hodgins starts to laugh again and says “Of course! Come here!” and hugs him as well.
When he lets go, Dr. Brennan welcomes him home and does the same. Zach’s slowly beginning to relax, but Booth calls out to him from the raised lab area and asks if he got wounded.
“No,” he says, walking forward, “they just sent me home.”
“When can you start work?” Dr. Brennan asks, and he turns to blink at her as Booth says pats the new guy’s shoulder and says something.
“If you didn’t fill my job, who’s that guy?”
But the guy says he is ‘nobody,’ amiably, and turns to leave—Zach is still curious, sure, but he’s too overwhelmed with being home to give it much thought.
Hodgins, affectionately, tells him he “looks like crap” and Cam tells him off, but Zach isn’t really listening (though he does react to Angela’s declaration that he is rakish with a bewildered look).
“Are you starving?” She asks.
“Actually,” he says, carefully, “what I'd like is to get into whatever it was you were talking about before Dr. Brennan's mental problem.”
Hodgins reaches out and ruffles his closely shorn hair, before pulling him to the platform. Zach is incredibly glad that they aren’t mad at him, and that this—the one place he fits in, even if the army counselor tried to warn him about that—is still open to him.
OOM
It's been a few days since Zach thought he had walked into some sort of bar. He'd considered the situation thoroughly afterwards and come to the conclusion that as he had no prior history with delusions, was not particularly tired, and his stress levels were minor that it must not have been naturally caused (there was always the chance that it was a rift in the space-time continuum, but he'd been given to believe those were generally stationary and Dr. Brennan's office had reappeared quickly on the other side of the door).
He ran tests on his macaroni and cheese boxes immediately, but along with finding no sign of tampering they also turned up negative for the most common hallucinogens. His poptarts were untampered with and he had missed breakfast that day anyways on account of Hodgins having stolen them.
Hodgins, now. Given that other members of the lab had not been reporting any symptoms of delusions, and given also that Hodgins had brought him coffee that day he seemed, well...
Worthy of suspicion (Hodgins is not a bad man, in fact Zach thinks it would take a particular sort of unwillingness to examine factual data to consider him as such. He likes to play tricks, however, and a tendency to find bars with exploding skies outside of their windows is probably harmless).
Therefore, Zach has been getting his own coffee lately. He is at his station, examining a fractured skull from Limbo (it had been found without any other skeletal remains). The amount of blunt force trauma suggested a very heavy, broad force without a cutting edge. If he had been the type to hypothesize about the cause of such an injury--and he conciously assured himself that he was not--he wouldn't have been surprised to find it an object like the desk he had hit his knee on earlier that day.
He ran tests on his macaroni and cheese boxes immediately, but along with finding no sign of tampering they also turned up negative for the most common hallucinogens. His poptarts were untampered with and he had missed breakfast that day anyways on account of Hodgins having stolen them.
Hodgins, now. Given that other members of the lab had not been reporting any symptoms of delusions, and given also that Hodgins had brought him coffee that day he seemed, well...
Worthy of suspicion (Hodgins is not a bad man, in fact Zach thinks it would take a particular sort of unwillingness to examine factual data to consider him as such. He likes to play tricks, however, and a tendency to find bars with exploding skies outside of their windows is probably harmless).
Therefore, Zach has been getting his own coffee lately. He is at his station, examining a fractured skull from Limbo (it had been found without any other skeletal remains). The amount of blunt force trauma suggested a very heavy, broad force without a cutting edge. If he had been the type to hypothesize about the cause of such an injury--and he conciously assured himself that he was not--he wouldn't have been surprised to find it an object like the desk he had hit his knee on earlier that day.