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Andrea Serpell, 37 Pimlico, Westminster. MI5 Intelligence Officer, Section Chief Married to Thomas Serpell

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Olivia Munn speaks out about the pushback she’s recieved for having spoken out on director Shane Black casting a registered sex offender in The Predator. She’s objected to not being told about his past before working with him. Her co-stars bailed on scheduled interviews with the Hollywood Reporter Saturday leaving her to talk about the situation all by herself

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amirdawar‌:

“Let’s not cheapen the moment by putting a price on it, Andrea…” 

There was a comfort in finding familiar faces where he could. Few, however, were as comforting as an old friend—especially one that had his back with such dramatic flair, he found it difficult to keep a straight face. Laughter was healing, and there was plenty of it when she was around. Always in the best way. When she winked, he almost lost it entirely. Christ. This was exactly what he needed and maybe she knew it.

“Consider me sold.” He offered his hand. “This doesn’t sound seedy at all.”  

"If it didn't, you wouldn't possibly want to leave those far more entertaining gentlemen, surely" She hitched her free hand to her chest in mocking disbelief, casting a backward glance to his former engagements. "Lets be fair, you're the biggest hero present," tilted her hand in his to gesture her meaning, "giving them something more interesting to talk about so your successor won't be bored to tears. Doubt they'll have their very own spectacular, modest, friend to save them." 

 Well outside of earshot, more the pity, she drew back against a bulkhead. "Money up front." Her determined expression faltered to a smile, "It's good to be soliciting you, been far too long."

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Despite her best efforts, a combination of warranted paranoia and self-loathing had Andi behaving abysmally as her mother’s plus one. Although it could easily have been stated that she was just generally being a shit and not just as company.  Thankfully she had held more drinks than she’d had, even if the amount she’d consumed was neither beneficial nor polite.  Willa Lennox-Wen, reknowned artist and favoured attendee, had taken the opportunity to go and seek out Amir or Silas or anyone she didn’t need to scold for being sour. And while Andrea was relieved at the idea her mother wouldn’t be with her if anyone happened to recognise her from the bombing, she had also gained a creeping fear that someone would inadvertantly relay to Willa that she had even been in the vicinity of the attack. Fun.  She was just about to distract herself by enticing a Chelsea player back to her house, when she zeroed in on a food tray instead. Whoever said comfort eating wasn’t a valid coping method was a total dumbass.  Plucking a couple of pastry puffs from the tray, she had to pull her arms back in to ensure she didn’t physically assault the person nearest when the waiter forced her to dodge. “You almost got an elbow to the head there, but I’m assuming you’d prefer a pastry puff? I mean, whatever floats your boat, I’m here to volunteer either- just make a donation to the charity if shit’s gonna get weird.”

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Andrea Wen attends A ‘Thank you’ to the Unsung Heroes of Belgravia

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giorgiodrago‌:

Most likely to get into a fight throughout the course of the evening and to get thrown off the boat by the other guests sounds like foreshadowing to me. That’s one category I want no part in. The water must be bloody cold.

"It depends on which guests are voting. There's plenty I would be happy to piss off enough, might make me feel like a decent human being to be chucked overboard by them. Anyone annoy you enough to vote for them?" She took a sip of her drink, surveying the very people she was talking about- those keen to keep an eye for an opening on Giorgio. Honestly, some people were clearly not in attendance for the right reasons, but so long as they actually contributed something financially she wasn't about to start tipping them over the side. 

It took a bit for her thoughts to dander back, eyebrow quirking along with her tone "What categories would you like to be considered for ideally?"

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amirdawar‌:

Though he wouldn’t admit it—to himself, or anyone else, for that matter—he was struggling.

Did people always talk over each other this much?

At least, he supposed, he could get away with nodding along quietly, with a few interspersed smiles of agreement he hoped were in the right places. Most people still seemed surprised that he was even there. It seemed unlikely they would judge him for not being entirely present in other ways. Drumming his fingers against the side of his water glass, he found himself wishing that present company was discussing anything other than business. The inability to work was crippling him. He didn’t need reminders that he still wasn’t up to par.

When he caught a figure approaching out of the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help himself from turning to see who it was. Once in earshot, he mumbled under his breath, “On a night for good deeds, I don’t suppose you fancy rescuing me from this conversation?”

"Those deeds are technically getting rewarded with sweet cash money. So what is this worth to you?" Andi strode, rather than sidled, the good few steps it took to put her legitimately between Amir and those attempting to engage him. Swinging her hair to the point it hit the man in the gub, just in case he hadn't gotten the message already. She was clearly here to bag herself a millionaire match. "Come on handsome, let's go somewhere more private to make the exchange." The leery wink probably had her seem more buttcrack builder than golddigging honeypot, but Amir was the only witness so it did the job.

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alexislarsson‌:

“Yes, you can hand your ballots and your donation to me or any of the collection staff in the plum velvet coats. They’ll be roaming around well into dinner, so take your time in casting your votes,” Alexis explained when a guest clarified how the fringe award donations worked. She had been making rounds to ensure that everyone had received a ballot, understood the mechanics, and learned the purpose of the entire awards. The event, after all, was part hers, and nothing would make her happier than to see all the hard work she, Rachael, and everyone involved in organizing this evening come to a lovely fruition. “Hello! Thank you so much for coming. Do you already have a ballot?” Alexis automatically greeted with a smile when another person came her way.

 "Um-huh. Do you have a drink?" She led away from business with a mischievous smile on her face. Didn't mean to be flippant but she was pretty sure she was going to rescue Alexis from another middle-aged housewife muttering about how they'd like to give Giorgio their.. donation personally. Maybe no one had actually said that yet except her own mother, and then Andi herself. Still, she was choosing an excuse to get Alexis to actually take a break and enjoy what she had put together. 

"I'm voting for Alexis Larsson to unwind. £1000 plus the price of whatever she's having. Any chance it can be a closed ballot, going once, going.. Oh Christ, and now I'm thinking of using charity as an excuse to turn your boss into a sex worker.."

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silasagreste‌:

“…government has been committed to amending the Reinsurance Act. In fact, in doing so, Pool Re today extends coverage to non-damage losses during acts of terrorism. So, at this point, it’s about making this protection gap an affordable coverage, and making sure businesses are aware of their choices in the face of disaster. I wish it weren’t the case, I wish there wasn’t a need, but it’s a fact; government partnership aside.”

Silas shook his head slowly while listening to a well-known member of his community bemoan the economic morale of London. They weren’t wrong. They weren’t wrong in the slightest. Silas just didn’t want to dig more than necessary, more than he had outside of this moment. It was fitting that people in his community would seek him out at this moment, but Silas was government - not the mayor. 

He left his company slowly, finding it difficult to escape such important conversations, but in the end, he was able to find himself in front of the bar. 

Silas had been sober. He’d been sober for years. Had been.

Cocktails. He could deal, he supposed. He downed one quickly before taking another to meander with. God, how he had missed that feeling of internal warmth.

“Hi,” he said to a familiar face as he turned.

 "I don't suppose I can interest you in.." her words faltered as he turned. She had been on the approach, but apparently not paying all that much attention. And now she was. Gaze dropping to the glass in his hand, and tone dropping just the same, no longer lilting with some smartass remark. Except one perhaps, even if it played out somber. "Shouldn't you have chosen something more distinguished for the occasion? A scotch as old as your sobriety at least?" 

Hilarious that she had set her own glass down before heading to him. As in need of a drink as she now was, she wasn't going to snatch the one before her, couldn't make that decision. Instead, "I voted you as biggest twat, and though it was to make a fucking joke, maybe you'll want to not turn me into a retroactive psychic?"

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yourstruly-rachael‌:

As Rachael stepped up to the podium, the lights shine on the stage blinded her view of the crowd. This was not the first time she had run an event, and knew better than to squint. It was better to just ignore the fact that the big yellow blob in her field of vision blocked out all of the people she would be addressing. A smile crept up onto her face, as it always did when she got nervous on stage, but at least it made her seem professional and genuinely interested in the event.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I would like to welcome you all to the fundraiser and thank you for coming out to join us tonight!” Pause. She wanted to let the guest take everything in for a moment before she pressed on. “I would like to invite you to mingle before the formal event starts. This would also be a good time to take a look at the fringe awards that we have posted for the evening. You are able to place votes for the fringe awards by donating. With the donation, you are able to submit your votes, and at the end of the evening we will tally the votes, announce the winners of each award, and reveal the total sum from all of the donations. We will also be honoring some of the unspoken heroes that contributes to their services in the great time of need during and after the Belgravia attack. Thank you all again for coming, and I look forward to an exciting night with you all.”

It was rather surreal to see Rachael as the face of such an event, particularly given how quick many of the attendees would be in questioning her morality (if they were aware of her line of business, marital status, or simply took a notion to how 'revealing ' her dress was). In fairness those kinds of hypocrites tended to be sycophants, and were no doubt present to bask in someone else's spotlight, be it Rachael or one of the 'heroes'. Talking of; she was pretty sure her boss was on a path for her, an idiocy only that certain hypocrite seemed capable of. Given she'd much rather publicly claim Rachael as her boss, she angled herself toward the redhead instead. Hopeful of catching her attention before someone else, she didn't bother easing into it. "Lovely speech. Lovely evening. Lovely dress. Lovely drink?" She pressed forward with a glass of goodness knows what, having plucked it from a passing order. "I was hoping you might inform me where I can best make a donation?"

[sagamemes]

challenge my writing. send me a word, and i will write a drabble about that topic—but without ever using the word you said.

the word can be anything. try a colour, an emotion, relationships, the weather, or even a name to make me think what that word means to our muses’ dynamic and how can i convey that without saying the word. synonyms are allowed… but let’s try to be creative here, guys.

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yourstruly-rachael‌:

“Yes, I am truly sorry about that. I had some domestic affairs that I needed to sort out. I am sorry about my absence. I promise no dark alleys and no clandestine methods to off you.”

Rachael had been meaning to meet with the brunette, but she also had been caring for Sarah since she returned home from the hospital. Work had been put on hold and thus, her recruiting from earlier that summer had suffered. 

“I’m sorry if I offended you with my delay in contact.”

“It takes a lot more than that to offend me. Don’t worry about it, it only added to my sense of adventure.” In truth, Andi wasn’t quite sure whether she still had the time or demeanour to seize the opportunity. In the aftermath of all that had happened, her workload had increased substantially, enough reason to hinder her, even if she were ignoring every other result of the attack. The things she liked to ignore, the changes that had occurred. 

“Takes a lot more than that to get rid of me. Although I’ve heard a simple piss off will do, so you’re welcome to try it if you’d like?” Domestic affairs had been enough of a reminder that the business owner had probably been faced with some loss, what with the nature of said business spanning a broad range of purpose. 

“I assume things have settled down some?” She wasn’t sure what her intent was, to offer some sort of sounding board if Rachael wanted to talk about something other than business, or purely to ensure that at least one of them was in the frame of mind to be decisive.

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cassandra-acton‌:

Eerily empty had been the only way to describe how Parliament had looked today.

Every vacant spot on the benches was a reminder of an attack that still seemed impossibly fresh in the mind. Whilst most would return in time, they all knew that there were a few unlucky ones who wouldn’t. A member of the Conservative Party’s front bench included. They were never coming back and it hurt; enough that even Labour had gone a little easier during their attacks against her sister. Maybe they weren’t all total assholes after all.

It’d driven her right through the doors of Spin Room as soon as she’d finished working. It had to better than wasting away at home. Better than the office. Better than being fucking alone. Cassie hadn’t left the bar since. What was the point in being British if you couldn’t drink away your fucking problems, huh?

“I don’t mind you sitting there as long as you obey one of two conditions. Either you plan to get as drunk as I do, or you don’t fucking talk.” It probably wasn’t the nicest greeting to the poor sod that’d made their way to her table, but she was too tired to be nice. Cassie only looked up briefly before she knocked back another shot of gin. She placed the glass down on the table quietly when she was done. “So which is it?”

Exhaustion wracked her frame, and given the situation she was walking out of, and the situation she was walking into, she didn’t even try to hide it. Fuck appearing confident or competent, because all she wanted was to sit on her ass and droop a little further toward the floor with each passing drink.  She had spent longer in the COBRa meeting than she had in her own home recently, and maybe there was a reason for that, but it was a reason she was not looking to find at the bottom of a glass. In fact, she wasn’t looking for anything when she walked in, very specifically looking for nothing. Oblivion, if you will. 

So when Cassandra spoke, it took a good amount of effort for her brain to form a coherent response. Coherent, but not exactly notable. “How about both?”  She had done enough talking for one day, and she sure as hell had done enough listening. Might have left it at that if it had been anyone else on the receiving end. Only this was someone who had dealt with far worse than Andi as a result of what happened. Who had to contend with the bullshit as a target, a politician, and, as the press so shrewdly reminded her; the Prime Minister’s sister.  “Shots and silence? I mean I don’t mind the occasional rant or vent or whatever, so long as this is a safe space for piss poor communication and a severe lack of judgement?” 

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Psylocke vs Deadpool

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yourstruly-rachael‌:

“Thanks for meeting me here for lunch.’ Rachael finished setting down the glass she had just taken a sip of water from, and gestured to the seat across from her. “I honestly wasn’t expecting you to come.” 

“Well you offered me a job and then disappeared, I’m clearly the fucking moron being led into a dark alleyway by a sense of mystery. What’s your method gonna be? Poisoning the drinks, or is that not clandestine enough?”

She settled down in the seat across, in evidence she was brazenly serious or abrasively sarcastic. Maybe both. 

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Would she ever want children?

She already has two step-children.

Only with Thomas. That’s such a cop-out of an answer, but she didn’t see herself even dating anyone. And certainly didn’t see herself taking a modicum of responsibility for anyone other than the entire British public, and hopefully some doggos until after meeting Thomas. It’s not something she wants to do on her own, or ever had a ‘vague other-half’ in mind for, so is very much dependent (as with marriage) on the person and not the fantasy. She genuinely punched herself in the face once because she uttered the words “I want to have your babies” to Thomas, with no hint of irony at that toxic fucking cliché. That she should care about gifting some dude a child to father is a bloody abhorrent idea to her, because her purpose on earth is not to be of service, thank you very much. Thankfully said dude was probably a bit horrified at her punching herself in the face and now busies himself knocking up Georgians, so dodged a bullet there. 

Really though, she got past being pissed and adamant that Thomas could be a father to his son if he wanted to be, and saw the situation for how brutal it really is, so there is a part of her that relies on that idea to want children herself; that Thomas would be a great dad to them. She doesn’t entirely trust herself to be a good parent without his support. So, after his long stint in Georgia, she got hugely focused on that fact and is terrified at the idea of being alone without him, to the point where she refuses to have kids until he’s permanently home.tl;dr yea she wants kids, specifically with her husband. 

Thank you for asking. 

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Would she rather know or not know about Thomas' affair?

thank. you. for. the. question… … …

Andi thinks she would rather know, because they already have so many secrets they have to keep from one another, and yes she could 100% justify this one as being about work and so it’s one he should keep? Except it’s not. Not entirely. The fact he’s keeping it from her is personal, and more of a betrayal every minute he doesn’t tell her. To her mind he probably knows, sadly, pathetically, knows, that she could reason it away as something required of him for survival. So the fact he isn’t telling her means that’s not true. The fact he isn’t telling her seems like him caring more about something other than her. They trust each other enough to have necessary secrets, and to be honest about everything else. He’s not being honest about this because he doesn’t trust her, he doesn’t trust them, and he doesn’t trust that it wont appear as some purposeful betrayal; that he chose work over her, that he chose someone else over her, that he doesn’t care enough to let her make her own decisions and judgements. So telling her would undo the weight of all that. 

Except if she knows they can never undo that. She could never avoid the questions she would need to ask but not want to know the answers to.She’s far too stubborn and vocal to not judge herself based on normal situations, even if she has the luxury of claiming different circumstances and excusing it. If she knows she might behave in a way she’ll regret, and it’s not on her to be responsible for hurting either of them.

I genuinely do not know. It’s something I question all the time and torture her by going round and round in circles with it. She doesn’t deserve this question. Go back to your hellfire. 

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Does she regret being present? Would she have felt guilty, had she gone where her superiors ordered?

Honestly, where Andi is right now, I imagine she feels guilty that she was present? Like she maybe did more harm than good. (I want to touch on some of this in paras so I’ll prob answer this a bit vaguely, apologies). Her being present did absolutely nothing, in her opinion. She didn’t help anyone, she didn’t do anything valuable. She had a hunch that things were going to go south, and she didn’t disrupt the event or force some kind of evacuation, she didn’t prevent anyone from being injured. So if she had gone where her superiors ordered, it wouldn’t have made much difference. Of course, if she had gone where her superiors ordered she’d probably be feeling differently about that, because the gnawing what if would be there, and the thought that she might have been some use. Thank you for asking.