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[Jan. 30th, 2009|11:04 am] |
Who: Henn & Soren
Where: Switzerland yaaaay!
When: Now-ish
Why: EVOLPLANZ!
Warnings: None likely for once, will update if anything happens
Henn knew that Soren was sulking, but that hadn't ever stopped her from bothering him before, and it certainly wasn't going to stop her now.
Of course, she was being smart and/or cunning and was bringing snacks, thumbprint cookies and caramel milk. Being the sneaky thing that she was she slipped into the room through the Backstage, "Hey you. You too mopey for snacks and helping me out with a diabolical plot?" |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|02:51 pm] |
Who: Inspector Meg Thatcher and Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP
What: Strategy session
When: Approximately an hour after this exchange
Where: CSIS safehouse, Bloomsbury
Warnings: Probably nothing to worry about
Bloomsbury, of all places. Well, Thatcher supposed it was a logical enough choice, given the nearby large tourist hotels and shopping centre. Plenty of anonymous people around. Likely the sort of place where a spy could blend in.
CSIS, of all agencies. She had never pictured herself in the Service canadien du renseignement de sécurité, in either covert or overt ops, and now here she is with identification that (apparently) proclaims her to be Maggie Norton. Maggie. She never liked being called "Maggie," and had insisted on "Meg" as soon as she could.
At least it was still in service to her country, though she'd feel more comfortable if she still had red serge to call her own. Unlike Fraser, who was ... someone who got asked for his autograph? He must feel the loss of his uniform more keenly than she does.
So ... things could be worse. And she and Fraser--and the wolf--surely will be able to figure out a way back home.
Her impatience turns to anxiety as she imagines what an unsupervised Turnbull could do to the consulate while she's away. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|09:45 pm] |
Who: Artan and Petit
What: Action movies and chocolate
Where: Guildhall, New Orleans, Louisiana
When: Now!
Warnings: Just assume yes, will update.
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|10:26 pm] |
Who: James Bond and Lisa Cuddy
Where: James' flat in London
When: Friday night
Why: Lisa's upset and old hurtful memories have been dredged up.
Rating: Eh. Comfort sex and booze. Very R.
He still wanted to shoot Bruce in the face. Even if Lisa specifically told him not to. Maybe he could sniper him....
No, then she'd just be mad at him, and James didn't want that. When she'd already said she was on her way over, James left the computer to go and fix himself a "Vesper". Surprisingly, even if it was painful, he still liked that martini. He wondered if Lisa had ever had one like it, so he went ahead and shook up one for her, poured it and had it waiting at the bar for her arrival. |
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