Colin (Ford) Murphy ✖ Dick Grayson (formerrobin) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-01-22 11:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot week, andrew archer, caitlin holloway, colin ford, quentin "q" quimby, sophie nightingale |
Who. Colin Ford, Sophie Nightingale & any other Agency folk!
What. Even while sleeping the Agency is working. Or at least Colin is.
Where. DREAM WORLD.
When. Sometime while dreaming.
Warnings. Revolutions and giant raptors. Or, you know, just the usual warnings.
There was no one more dedicated to the job than Colin Ford. Except maybe the Director himself, but he was a god, it was an unfair advantage.
The Director of Security had been sitting at his desk for god (not Andrew) knows how long, and the paperwork just. Kept. Coming. There was no end to it! Every time he finished one stack, at least ten more would appear. After what felt like days Colin hadn't gotten any closer to the bottom of that stack, his forehead was beginning to sweat profusely, and the staplers were all over the room. ALL OVER THE ROOM. There were at least thirty of them. It was a nightmare.
Of course, Colin had already come to the assumption that he was dreaming. He would only ever dream about something like this, but he was not yet aware of the extent of how wacky this was. That is until Sophie Nightingale, a woman from R&D, came stumbling through his office door shouting something about Cybermen and bananas. Seriously, the Whovians were so weird.
"THE CYBERMEN HAVE MY BANANAS!!!"
Colin paused what he was doing at his desk and looked up at her blankly. "I... what?"
Sophie returned the blank stare. "What the hell are you doing here?!" - "Me? What the hell are you doing here? This is my horrible dream, go find your own!" "I was here first."
And so the nightmare continued.