On being considered for cityofariel

[brandspankingq]

And here I thought the only reckless person I would ever have the pleasure of meeting would be Double-Oh Seven.

I suppose a congratulations is in order. You are Sixty-Five Percent Decided that you shall actually place me somewhere despite only seeing the film last week.

May I remind you that not everyone has had the pleasure? It may have been out for some time in England but it still is relatively new. Never mind that my part, albeit very important, does not amount to more than, perhaps, thirty minutes or so.

As another one of your muses may say:

Jumping the gun, don't you think?

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[tigress_of_kiev]

You'll come to learn that muns don't care about our thoughts.

[brandspankingq]

You're assuming I haven't already.

Still, it's nice to send a Hail Mary every once in a while. Even if it's a tad useless at times.

[tigress_of_kiev]

[The Methuselah scoffs at religion. It just doesn't show. She shrugs, brushing hair out of her eyes.]

With muns, most of the time it doesn't work. They do as they wish with no care of what it might do to us.

[brandspankingq]

Mm. Perhaps. But it is a bit nice to stretch one's metaphorical legs every once in while.

[Though if given the choice, he would very much prefer to be back in his own world. At his desk, laptop turned on and with a steaming cup of earl grey at hand. Perhaps even a project that 007 manages to bring back completely intact.

Alas, he can only dream.]

Or at best, give them a chance to exercise our voices enough to ensure our authenticity. Though, I admit, this is the first time she bothered to send me out on my own.

Outside of that one comment or two in that "Test Drive Meme".

[tigress_of_kiev]

My mun enjoys bringing out the lesser known and psychologically unstable.

[She would rather be back in her own world as well. At least there she is safe to go out in the sunlight. She doesn't like getting burned.

There's only one way to get skin that pale.]

You seem authentic enough to my mun and she isn't saying that because our muns happen to know each other.

I'm Astharoshe Asran and I may be going to that same place you are.

[brandspankingq]

Well that makes me feel better. Nothing quite says a rowdy afternoon of tea than one spent with those in need of counseling. Unfortunate my hours of business are no longer available. I might actually be able to help with that.

[Or bullshit his way through their problems. It's not quite unlike what he does on a regular basis. Except his clients are more technologically related than made of flesh-and-blood]

I shall take that as a compliment. Given your mun just told mine that she had seen the film a few hours ago. [He smiles faintly, head tilting in acknowledgement.]

I am called the Quartermaster but most prefer to refer to me as Q. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Asran.

[thequarter]

Ah, my mun saw the film last night, in fact, and made me before she even saw it. If yours is jumping the gun, then what's mine doing?

[revenge_is_sweet]

Didn't 007 fail his test? Oh, James. [He smirked.]

Would you pass him?

[brandspankingq]

The audacity that she'd apply me anywhere before anyone has adequate time to see the film. It's been only what? A little over a week since the release in the United States?

[He hmphs lightly]

Least yours has no plans for sending you anywhere. Unless that has changed?

[thequarter]

To my knowledge it hasn't, but I really never know with her. She's rather...capricious, to put it nicely.

[brandspankingq]

Whether or not I would pass him doesn't matter. [He's Q. Not M. Thank the God and Queen for that.]

But as I recall, you were soundly defeated by him. An agent who had failed his tests.

[brandspankingq]

Lovely. We can share a cup of Earl Grey over that. Mine however just asked how she should fill out my history in her application.

Even as she considers bringing yet another muse into that game.

[revenge_is_sweet]

A load of old red tape, Q. You seem rather young for a Q but then, it's not my place to judge. In fact, a new face is rather refreshing. [He smiled.]

How are you finding it?

[brandspankingq]

Horrific.

But I find most things are nowadays.

[thequarter]

Isn't it her job to know that sort of thing? Tell her to stop being lazy and look it up herself.

[brandspankingq]

She's utterly afraid of crossing the lines between headcanon and the official material.

Just last night I had to stop her from believing I might have once been a Double-Oh in a past life but chose a desk job instead.

[revenge_is_sweet]

Horrific? Oh, how wonderful! I am joking of course.

Do you have a negative view on life?

[thequarter]

Oh. Oh my, that's the most ridiculous thing I've heard.

[brandspankingq]

It's insulting. Why would I want to even be in the field at all? I have everything I could ever need back at Q Branch.

[brandspankingq]

Only when my things come back in pieces or not at all. Happens more often that I would like.

[A pause.]

I believe you or your henchmen still owe me a return of the Walter PPK/S.

[revenge_is_sweet]

Ah yes. Bond's signature gun. Of course. [He smiled]

Did he mislay it somewhere on his travels? I do owe you one, don't I? Now, I will rummage around at home and see if I can find it.

[brandspankingq]

Please do. It is the least you could do after you corrupted all my servers and data.

[All that data. All that information. It'll take him weeks to recover it. Weeks better used for creating something 007-proof.]

[revenge_is_sweet]

Of course. You are a skilled programmer, Q. I have to hand it to you. Sophisticated and young. I don't like upsetting young boys so I will uphold the agreement.

[He waved his hand dismissively.]

[brandspankingq]

I suppose you using my own program against me was a compliment?

[Yes that is disdain in his voice. How dare you for using his own work against him!]

[revenge_is_sweet]

Of course! Such beautiful programming. I couldn't resist. Bad me. [He slapped his hand then smirked.]

[brandspankingq]

Yes, very bad you. Very, very bad you.

[And this only cements his stern belief he rather work with code than people.]

Now go be a good boy and fetch me my Gun. I might let you into Marm's old closet if you do.

[revenge_is_sweet]

Marm's old cupboard? You mean M's private store? Oh, you jest. [He laughed.] What might be in there I wonder?

[brandspankingq]

The wonders we can only begin to imagine. [And a few items that might actually make you stay dead, Mr. Silva.]

Give your... obsession with her, I thought it would be a reasonable offer.

[revenge_is_sweet]

Obsession? I don't have an obsession, boy. [He scoffed.] What has 007 been putting in that complex mind of yours?

[brandspankingq]

You mean besides headache after headache? Not much.

[As if you aren't any better.]

[revenge_is_sweet]

He does tend to talk protocol after protocol I've found. So boring. [He smirked.] How about something to fill that pretty mind of yours, hm?

[brandspankingq]

I suppose I should start finding something else to think upon on most days.

Though I rather it not be non-stop pornography as it would be case in that game I may be assigned to.

[revenge_is_sweet]

[He raised an eyebrow at that.]

Really? Do you like that sort of thing, Q? I would have thought you were the prude type. Perhaps your mun sees you with someone in a certain way. First time for everything, hm?

[brandspankingq]

I believe the saying goes: What goes on in my private life is none of your business.

Or I may have paraphrased but the sentiment remains the same, Mr. Silva. As for my Mun? Well she'll need to learn that tidbit about me sooner or later.

[noticing]

Their enthusiasm and subsequent lack of ability is annoying.

[ And then a pause, before offering up this tidbit with a smile: ] Though come to the city and your mundane's incompetence will be the least of your worries.

[mymartini]

If you really think that James Bond is the only reckless person in the Secret Service, then you're definitely in the wrong line of work.