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a coffee point can be a coffee mug if you just stop giving a shit

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ofgerrys‌.

“what are those mutants that can control technology with their brains? you’d think we would have one of those in IT by now.” he sighed, putting the duct tape role down. He liked seeing Connie smile, a small indicator of happiness. Gerry was set that she wasn’t out in the field because of him, or her unwillingness to leave him. Her own decision, no doubt, but one made as a result of his own circumstances. “ANYWAY, you can’t borrow mine. Sorry. I got my security clearance update and, yeah, sorry- it’s illegal for you to use mine now.” Bullshit. 

      ‘ ok so what’s the real reason ? ‘    connie pressed, trying to slide the bulky laptop back into it’s protective case ( that clearly never worked in the first place. ) she wasn’t great at detecting lies,   but if you stick around one person for long enough, you get pretty good at reading the subtext.   ‘ or is there something you don’t want me to see--- - some scandalous info hiding on there ? you can trust me with just about anything. ‘ 

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constance may + task 06.

sarah walker (chuck), roxxanne ‘lancelot’ morton (kingsman), joan watson (elementary), michelle simons (bionic woman), kate beckett (castle), alex parrish (quantico), hope van dyne (antman & wasp)

[doctcrzivago]

Adalé gave a long sigh, releasing a stream of smoke as he looked on the aftermath of the storm. It had been awhile since he had seen one of this scale first hand. 

 Since he was a doctor, officially, he felt the need to offer his name to the list of volunteers to give simple first aid to those harmed by the storm. Hippocratic Oath be damned, but offering himself up like this was out of character, but he had a part to play. If it were up to him, he would choose to leave out humans from the privilege of his services, but of course that would cause more problems than he was willing to deal with.

The sound of someone approaching caught his attention. He had been told that someone would be assigned to help him. As he turned to look at the person nearing him, he took one last drag of the cigarette before dropping it to the ground and extinguishing it. “I take it you’ll be the one helping me tend to these injured citizens?” He forces a smile, flashing fangs that, even in his ‘presentable’ human form, aren’t masked. “Dr.  Adalé Zhivago, pleasure.” He said, sticking out his hand to the other person. 

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      connie was running slightly behind schedule,  or the seven schedules she was currently trying to keep up with.  juggling three phones, two coffees, one tea ( she didn’t know what the doctor she was assisting was going to prefer, so she tried to cover all her bases. ) being a doctors assistant perhaps wasn’t what the agent deemed to be the most valuable use of her time,   still,  she knew basic field first aid,   and she was the furthest thing from a rule breaker in the entire town.

      ‘ yes,   sorry for the delay -- - I brought coffee, oh and a tea -- i didn’t know which one you were going to want.’ she messed for a second, placing down the drinks, rearranging her messenger bag and briefly checking that her mechanical hand wasn’t overheating as the cyborg met the embrace with a strong shake.

    ‘ constance may --  or connie, ‘         she drops the agent part,   because she knows it’ll probably cause more grief then gratitude,    ‘ so -- uh feel free to tell me anything that you need,  it’s really the least’ ( or all) ‘ i can do.’

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gammasgirl‌.

raising her eyebrows slightly, the redhead was rather impressed with the skill – she had no grasp on time when she got excited or invested in something, and somebody who could so readily know the time was quite spectacular. “well, three fifty-seven it is.” winnie replied, a little smile growing across her face. “right. well, then. i– how did you do that?” she asked. “i can’t help but ask, because that’s a real skill. if i had that kind of talent… wow.”

    ‘ spent too much time counting the seconds down as a kid ? ‘ connie lied, straight through her teeth, not that the real answer would be anymore believable.  ‘ or, maybe i’m a mutant with the power of being a working clock? ‘ the second one, obviously one of connie’s terrible jokes by how the end of her lips pulled up in a jovial smirk,  ‘ time management is just one of those things i’m good at.   it’s handy,   but it means i never have an excuse to be late.   ever. ‘

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    ‘ god,   do you think those kids could just shut up for a second ? ‘   connie’s eye roll was aggressive, yet somehow laid back, apathetic the only way to describe the woman emotions.     moving closer to the only face in the crowd that she recognised, rosario // @offiicium , not really noticing or paying attention to how the other woman was acting in the situation.    ‘ these kids think that just because i did one thing for them one time,     i’m going to solve all their problems, like grow up and smell the coffee already -- am i right or yeah? ‘ 

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offiicium‌.

“I don’t confess to anything but the S.H.I.E.L.D. break room fridge has been a lawless land for as long as I can remember. I’d let you know they were delicious, if I had eaten them, of course.”

  ‘ of course ;      ‘ connie hesitantly agreed,   ‘ anything you say can and will be held against you in the training room,     just so you’re aware,    but hey -- if you have any requests for this weeks takeout food so you don’t have to take somebody’s elses, you could just drop it in the whatsapp.’ 

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❝ it’s… makeshift. but… it works. ❞ xoxo from @ofgerrys

     she’s trying to not burst into laughter,  the edges of tightlip smile pulling only slightly away from each other -- instead, trying to turn the humour into some weird,  half-baked form of anger.    ‘ duct tape.     your answer to my broken laptop is --- duct tape?      can’t i just, you know, borrow yours?'

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❝ i steal food from there all the time. ❞ // @offiicium  sent a starter.

       ‘ wait a minute  -- -  are you saying you’re the one who ate my leftovers last week ?     because if so,   if it wasn’t for the laws of the land --’

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winnie, at this point, lived in the library. and sure, technically, she lived in an apartment with her best friend, but the amount that she studied in the paragon library was astounding. it was as though she couldn’t function without throwing herself into work. time slipped away from her, as it always did, and she hadn’t realised it was so late. looking up, she spotted someone at a nearby shelf. 

“excuse me– sorry,” the redhead started, “do you have the time at all? my watch has stopped.”

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      connie, without glancing at a phone, watch, or even a clock at a wall replied, ‘ 3:56.’ it’s not cold, but matter of fact her language. a simple statement that on second thought,    was far too precise for anyone to believe.    ‘ i have a -- really good grasp on time. ‘ and an internal clock, but to make her seem more normal, she dug into her pocket and retrieved her phone -- double checking what she already knew to confirm, ‘ well, now it’s 3:57.   ‘

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darfitzsimmons‌.

“ next time just kiss me awake like prince charming. “ he joked, hoping she didn’t actually think he was asking her to kiss him - his jokes sometimes missed the mark. he did inherit his fathers sense of humor which wasn’t always as amazing as he thought it was. “ spanner? uhh - “ dar furrowed his brow and looked around, the only reason he knew what she was talking about was because his father had a time where he was convinced he was going to follow in his footsteps has an engineer, that didn’t exactly happen. “ i haven’t seen one but - “ he pointed to a drawer on the other side of the lab. “ - there’s some wiring in that drawer ! “

     ‘ right, princess -- i’ll put that in the next royal decree, ‘    she laughed off any confusion she felt,    even with a brain that was half a computer, she couldn’t read all levels of human speech, especially the subtext.  ‘ thanks --  she moved over, grabbing the wire before surveying the rest of the lab.   she would probably have to go raid the garage and nick the few remaining pieces from one of the scrap bikes,   but having far too much time to kill ( and so much curiosity that it could kill a cat ) she leaned over darwins’ shoulder to try and peer at his laptop screen. ‘ what’cha working on ? ‘ 

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What you’re feeling on the inside will always show on the outside. So for me, it’s just about staying in a good place mentally, emotionally and physically. I take long breaks away from my laptop/phone and social media. It’s a great tool to connect with people, but you should always recognize it for what it truly is: a highlight reel, manufactured to perfection.

[blcckshccp]

darwin had a problem, that problem was that he never seemed to sleep in his own bed. and no, before you think he’s some lothario who jumps from bed to bed - he spends his nights in the lab, just like today. he was looking over some research his mother had did on the inhumans when he’d fallen asleep on the keyboard of his laptop. an imprint of the keys was displayed on his cheek as he sat up from his strange sleeping position. as he rubbed his eyes, he noticed someone standing in the doorway which really woke him up. “ oh sorry ! did you need the lab ? “ he asked as he closed his laptop. 

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             connie hadn’t noticed the sleeping guy as she entered the room on her daily scout for some spare parts, a spanner, and whatever she needed for her daily tinkerings and self-mechanics, a light (and borderline apologetic) smile on her face as she bustled her way through the door, letting it close behind her.         ‘ sorry. didn’t mean to interrupt your beauty sleep,   sleeping beauty.’      she mentally chastises herself for ruining the joke,        ‘ don’t mind me,   i was just looking for a spanner and some copper wire --   -    you seen any recently ? ‘ 

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ava-bartcn‌.

“awe c’mon, anything I drink burns off in like 15 minutes, don’t be a wet blanket,” though, ava doesn’t protest. usually, when someone from her little unofficial SHIELD family told her to stop, she listened. ava DOES let out a large sigh though, “alright then, while I’m still feelin’ it, beat me in a game of darts,” at the moment, ava doesn’t want to sit still, because that could mean thinking, not something she wanted to focus much energy on at the moment, “kick my ass connie, make me like it,” she smirks with a wink.

        ‘ your funeral. ‘ connie remarked,     she liked to try and downplay her competitive nature, because often she played with an unfair advantage. luckily,     the majority of her friends are enhanced in their own ways,   but still, built in aimbot made most drinking games an uneven playing field.     ‘ you’re gonna wake up sore, thoroughly bested, and with no memory of the night -- ‘   she attempted to play-flirt back,   but much like most of her, it came off somewhat robotic, rusty, and ill-practised.     standing up, she strode over to the dart board, pulling the metal from cork, and motioning to hand them over to ava       ‘ i’ll let the lady have the first shot.’ 

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After a childhood spent following around Ziva, Rosario had picked up the habit of hiding and a preference for high and dark places. The vents had been a go to while she got used to the base in Paragon and tried to find the places that actually turn out useful.  “Sorry.” She said as she dropped down into the hall. “Didn’t think anyone was in here. It was quiet.”

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          connie almost jumped back at the sudden movement and noise  ,   not that she had anything against rosario, she just couldn’t stop her hands moving to her holstered weapons. not actively looking for a fight,   just defensive.  it took her a second, posture relaxing with a warm smile.   ‘ don’t worry i’m a quiet person -- ‘ connie shrugged it off ‘ -- your lucky it wasn’t one of the security guards they’d slap you with an ugly fine for something like -- breaking the cobwebs up there ... ‘ 

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“Hey, you know what’s fun? Alcohol.”  // @ava-bartcn

             honestly. connie didn’t know if alcohol was fun or not,      not because she couldn’t drink ( really, she drank too much ) but more that the effect was nothing more than the weird acidic taste in the back of her throat.         ‘   you know what’s also fun ? drinking with responsibility. ’  she moves the bottle off the table and out of site,   ‘  so let’s maybe slow down on the shots.’ 

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🤝 hand holding / @cfempcths

        contrary to popular belief ;    robotic limbs weren’t cold or lifeless, but thrumming with the whir of mechanics, radiant heat akin to the sun shining through a window pane.    of course  ; her grip is tighter than usual as connie pulls coralie through the crowd of the club, weaving in and out of the bodies with an unspoken haste till she stopped at an emptier spot where the speakers couldn’t seem to reach;         ‘ sorry that --  sleaze was giving me the creeps, badly.      ‘ (  it was either put some space between them, or put her fist in his face -- and connie didn’t want to start another bar brawl. )  she let the silence lull, only know realising that she hadn’t let go of coralie’s hands.