on paltry annoyances and looking for a game.

[vexings]

We're not crashing Facebook. Rather, I'm not crashing Facebook, and you're not convincing me that I should.

Don't you have places to look into? People to annoy? A life that desperately needs you to return, perhaps? You're worse than a misplaced semi-colon on a basic stylesheet. Go away.

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[deskjob]

And I suppose Instagram is out as well, is it?

[vexings]

I rather like that one, actually.

Twitter, on the hand, I'd gladly give it a try or two.

[deskjob]

So long as there's no pictures of MI6 popping up, I suppose either can stay.

[vexings]

Would you think of me as that incompetent? I'm hurt.

[deskjob]

[ Don't pout, dear. ]

And jumping to conclusions.

[vexings]

Perhaps I've grown sensitive.

[ Or he's just gone overboard with paranoia. Not like he can be blamed, if we're honest. ]

[deskjob]

[ None of them can be, really. So yeah, she gets it. ]

Tea?

[vexings]

[ Don't mind if he pours for you, Ms Moneypenny. ]

One needs not ask.

How's the desk job?

[deskjob]

[ She won't be complaining about that. ]

More interesting than one might think.

[vexings]

Can one hazard a guess that the double-ohs have something to to with that?

[ Nothing against M, but he's a painfully rigid character outside of work. ]

[deskjob]

Maybe a little. [ The amount of destruction they wreck is certainly awe-inspiring.

And M isn't as bad as everyone thinks he is, really. ]

[lastrat]

You'd have a riot on your hands. [Misplaced semi-colon in a basic what, he is making a note to figure out what the hell that means.]

[vexings]

And who could possibly trace it back to me?

[ Bragging rights shouldn't be enough of an incentive, but even Q has a sense of proportion for when and where his skills are absolutely required. Crashing an annoyance isn't one of those times.

Tempting as it may be, in a different light. ]

But seeing as I'm not doing it, it's redundant to ask. Hmm.

[lastrat]

You don't strike me as a sit back and watch the world burn type. [Although hell you could be, that's an unsettling thought. B|]

[vexings]

The Dark Knight, good choice. Unusual for a man your age, but good nonetheless.

[ There's no thrill in anarchy - yet - for a man like Q. Order is good, because it's safe; a visible, tangible sense of social hierarchy provides a framework he can work with from the confines of MI6's cold basement.

Take that away, you might as well put Q out in the field; Q has no predilection for being shot at. ]

Where do you find the time for movies?

[lastrat]

[Bond did you accidentally just quote something from pop culture

you did, didn't you.

He just blinks at Q; the last Batman movie he saw was probably Forever. Which explains why he'd probably stop. bothering.]

I don't.

[vexings]

[ You are actually old enough to be a grandfather, Q isn't even he cannot— This quickly descended into awkward assumptions, wonderful. ]

...Well, that was remiss of me to say. [ He's not sorry. ] What was the last film you've actually sat down to watch, then?

[lastrat]

[What he is not old enough to be a grandfather, excuse you sir, that would be babies having babies and there better not be any babies of his out there, okay.

And he has no damn idea, but he isn't sure he wants to admit that, exactly, so have the first movie to pop into his head.]

Lawrence of Arabia. [Probably watched it late at night in a hotel while abroad and he barely even remembers it, now. James, what is your life.]

[vexings]

In a theatre. There need not be any actual film projectors, considering those are fire hazards by today's safety standards.

[ Not discounting Lawrence of Arabia, it's got its merits, but let's try not to make you out as a very well-dressed senior citizen, shall we? ]

Anything from the 1980s would do.

[lastrat]

[Huff, you are just an uppity child, aren't you Q. Don't mind the corners of his mouth pinching or anything. He was still a child in the 80s, he didn't see anything good back then.

...Okay he can't actually remember what the last movie he saw is. Wow James. Wow. Have a shrug.]

I stopped going after university.

[Which isn't entirely true, but he does remember being called out of a few movies early in his MI6 career, and it just stopped being worth it.]

[vexings]

Of course you did.

[ He believes the part where you say "stopped going". That was all he needed to hear. ]

Do you miss it? [ Small talk with any of the agents will always be an exercise in protracted infantilism - not that he'll say that out loud, that's a backhanded insult to himself more than anything - and this is no exception. Why. ] Any of it, really. Of the life before.

[oedipusrat]

There'd be no challenge in it, sadly, but it would be fun.

[vexings]

It would be, though I imagine you wouldn't leave any part of it standing.

Would you leave behind your calling card as well?

[oedipusrat]

Mm, no, not subtle enough. Besides, that kind of fun would hardly be aimed at the appropriate audience.

[vexings]

And what would be the target demographic, this time? Geriatric stockholders? The Prime Minister of Greece? Perhaps you're wanting for a new island.