argyle_princess: (in a good mood)
Previously . . .

It's been a relatively quiet day at Neptune High. Hannah had no papers due and no tests toay. No major scandals have broken, everyone is still dating or not dating the people they were dating or not dating this morning, no one's been beaten up or taped to a flagpole.

Everyone has just kind of coasted in lunch, which is where Hannah finds herself now, at her usual seat at her usual table (between Sam and Emily and across from Geoff). She isn't quite following the technical details of the story Sam is telling (and Geoff is vehemently if not convincingly denying), about something that happened in their last soccer match, but it's making her laugh anyway.

And then there's a murmur, that spreads across the courtyard the way murmurs do when Something has happened at lunch -- the opening move in the latest round of gossip. Hannah, still laughing, turns to see what's caused it this time.

Well, she wasn't expecting that, and there's a part of her that kind of wants to crawl under the table and wait for it to go away.

Instead she waves slightly to the newcomers on the other side of the courtyard.

They really are lucky she likes them.
argyle_princess: (confused)
Previously . . .

It’s the way high school halls work. One moment, they’re empty, and then a bell rings, and they fill very suddenly with people who have four minutes to get to wherever they’re supposed to be next.

Of course, at Neptune High, getting to your next class is the least of the things to worry about in the hallways between classes – it’s a chance to grab things from your locker, catch teasers on gossip to be shared over lunch, greet friends and shun enemies. There’s a chance, too, you’ll see which couples have gotten together or split up (or at least who’s holding hands in the halls today). You might see a fistfight, or a fellow student being led out of the school in handcuffs.

Hannah’s seen all of those things, at one point or another. But there are certain things you just do not expect to see in the halls of a high school, even if that high school is in Neptune.

This? Would be really high on her list.

“Dr. Brennan? Agent Booth?”
argyle_princess: (a little melancholy)
As an excuse to visit the San Diego area goes, the Museum of Man is probably about as good as it gets for an anthropologist. Very kind of them to put it there, really.

But that's all it is -- an excuse. Hannah knows it even when Brennan calls to invite her down to look at the very interesting skull she's theortically flown 3000 miles to see.

The purpose of this trip, Hannah knows, is so that Brennan can tell her what she had learned from Commodore Lyon. Which she does. In a very Brennan sort of way, calmly and logically and in a very ordered fashion. It's rationally told, even when it's fantastic.

And Hannah, looking down at the 14th century skull over which they are having this conversation, nods a lot, and doesn't interrupt, and doesn't say anything even when Brennan finishes.
argyle_princess: (determined)
Dear Angela,

I don't know what's going on, maybe it's nothing, but I ran into Dr. Hodgins here on Monday (bartime), and he seemed a little unsettled. You might want to check on him, or you might already know and totally not need this note, but just in case. I don't know, he just seemed kinda down. Or something.

Hope you're okay.

argyle_princess: (studying / writing)
Davy Jones’ Locker
Noun: The bottom of the sea, especially as the grave of all who perish at sea. Idiom. Nautical superstition. (Or not.)

References:Earliest recorded reference (that I’ve found so far) is 1726 in The Four Years Voyages of Capt. George Roberts by Daniel Defoe. But there’s no negative connotation there. That comes later, in The Adventures of Peregrine Pickle (Seriously? Someone named a book that?) by Tobias Smollett, published 1751. Here Jones is described as having saucer eyes, three rows of teeth, horns, a tail, and blue smoke coming from his nostrils (ok, that’s sufficiently freaky). The tale of Davy Jones causes fear among sailors, who may refuse to discuss Davy Jones in any great detail. (Which does NOT help with the research.)

Etymology: Unclear, with an annoying number of theories. Possibly derived from “Devil Jonah,” and/or from West Indian names for a mean ghost (“duppy”). Or from Welsh sailors calling to St. David. Or from a pirate with that name, but probably not, because there’s either no evidence he existed or there’s evidence that he existed but wasn’t all that famous, so he probably didn’t get a whole personification named after him. Could be a pub owner who kidnapped sailors. Might be a nearsighted sailor named “Duffer Jones” who kept getting swept overboard, but come on, that makes even less sense than the pirate no one’s ever heard of. Probably not anything to do with the Monkee of the same name.


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Hannah Griffith

June 2009

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