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[bringonthewonder]

She has spent the better part of the afternoon -- no, wait, of the evening, trying to figure out what a man looked like before his body spent the better part of eight months out in a field. It's time for a break and some coffee, and on the way back, she can swing by Brennan's office and show her what they've got.

The only problem with this plan is that she cannot remember their having been a bar in the Jeffersonian before. And she's pretty sure she would have noticed. Hodgins would have seen to it that she noticed.

So, there's a slightly perplexed dark-haired woman in a dark blue lab coat, with a sketch pad tucked under her arm.

Angela Montenegro has found the bar.

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[dr_temperance]

There's another woman, in a similiar blue lab coat, seated at a table several feet away, looking very much at home. Dr. Temperance Brennan is happily working her way through a stack of case files, oblivious to pretty much everything else.

[bringonthewonder]

Angela has spotted the other woman, and makes her way over directly.

"Bren? Sweetie?"

[dr_temperance]

Brennan's head jerks up, the sound of a familiar (that is, a from-the-Jeffersonian-familiar) voice startling her more than anything else in the bar recently has.

"Angela?"

Brennan actually looks guilty to be caught hanging out in a place as illogical as Milliways.

"Angela, what are you doing here?" she asks, getting up.

[bringonthewonder]

"I was looking for coffee," she says. "And I have your John Doe. But, Bren, we appear to be in a bar.

"Why are we in a bar?"

[dr_temperance]

"You were looking for coffee in my coat closet?" Brennan asks.

It's not as crazy a question as it sounds. Her office coat closet is where Brennan usually finds the door to Milliways.

Of course, Angela doesn't know that.

[bringonthewonder]

"No," says Angela slowly. "I was looking for coffee in the break room. You know, where we keep the coffee.

"What does your coat closet have to do with anything?"

[dr_temperance]

"Oh." Well, yes, in retrospect that probably was a stupid question. Brennan is just slightly rattled.

"I usually find the door to Milliways in the back of my coat closet," she explains. "Although, it has popped up on me in other places on occasions. I guess today is one of those days when it's moving around."

"Although," she adds, with the familiar look of a scientist about to go into hyper-theorizing mode, "it's very possible that the entrance to Milliways is subjective to the individual. That two individuals, even if they are coming from areas in very close physical proximity, will find the door in completely different places. That if you looked in the back of my coat closet, you wouldn't find the entrance. That they're specific to each individual."

[bringonthewonder]

" . . . Milliways?"

[dr_temperance]

"The Bar at The End of the Universe," Brennan says, matter-of-factly.

"As near as I can tell, it's a sort of small, extradimensional pocket universe, accessible to individuals from a variety of worlds and a variety of times. I haven't worked out all the particulars--this isn't really my field--but it's the most workable theory I've been able to come up with."

[bringonthewonder]

"There's a small, extradimensional pocket universe in the back of your coat closet?"

[dr_temperance]

"Apparently."

"Do you want a drink? Your first one is on the house. They have pretty good coffee here."

[bringonthewonder]

Angela stares at Brennan for a moment.

"Were it not for the fact that we're pretty clearly in a bar, Sweetie, I'd say this whole conversation was a sign you've been working too hard. I may yet say it. But in the meantime, coffee would be good."

[dr_temperance]

"Ah, but if you were the one hallucinating, that would indicate that you were working too hard."

Brennan leads the way over to the unmanned bar.

"I've heard that there are some barmen who work here, but I've never seen them. You just...ask the bar, and it gives you what you want."

[creator_raven]

There is a tall, gawky man peering at her, black eyes bright and curious.

"You are looking for models, perhaps?"

What?

She has a sketchbook.

[bringonthewonder]

And he has very good bone structure.

What?

She's an artist, she notices these things.

"Actually, I was looking for coffee."

[creator_raven]

Here Raven has two choices.

One--there is a bar nearby. He could direct her there.

Two--he could gesture toward the nearby obliging waitrat.

Raven, predictably enough, perhaps, goes for option two.

"The rat will bring some, I think."

Beat.

"I have been told it is very good."

[bringonthewonder]

Angela follows the gesture and stops short.

"The rat? Serves coffee?"

[creator_raven]

"It is a thing that happens, yes."

He does not sound entirely pleased with that fact.

"Also cookies."

He blinks.

"Cookies do not so much make my head itch."

[bringonthewonder]

"Well, no, not generally."

If they did, they'd be lice, which don't go nearly so well with milk as one might think.

"The rat serves coffee?" she repeats, because this is still kind of a sticking point.

[creator_raven]

Raven does not quite roll his eyes.

"If you are for asking it, yes."

Possibly the newcomer is slow?

[bringonthewonder]

"The rat serves coffee," she says, but at least she leaves off the question mark this time.

And the rat, taking that for an order, scurries off to get her some.

"Sorry," she offers. "I'm not used to rats serving coffee. Or anything else, for that matter."

[creator_raven]

Raven looks interested, now.

"You are from a world with no coffee, perhaps?"

Okay, maybe it's more hopeful than interested, honestly.

[bringonthewonder]

"No, there's coffee. Just not rats serving it.

"Are there places without coffee?"

[creator_raven]

Raven laughs.

"Possibly I am fond of hoping, yes?"

[bringonthewonder]

"Hoping that there's a place without coffee? Good luck with that.

"I'm Angela, by the way. Angela Montenegro."