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[loopthelupin]

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I am just so, so sorry for disappearing but work just got crazy at the beginning of the month and before I knew it time just *poof* :/ I had no intentions of going so long without even logging in here but I hope you’ll all forgive me and for what it’s worth I’ll be doing my best to catch up to replies. I only hope it isn’t too late because I really enjoy rp’ing with every one of you.

[thejobisdone]

To all who inquired about my health:

I'm alright. I've had a lot of stress this past week because I have a National Fencing Competition coming up on sunday...

The stress led to a plethora of heath issues. None of them too big except that I've been training really hard and denying my body enough water.

So long story short:

I'm a dehydrated, anxious, nervous ball of rage who has had a needle in her arm for the better part of the day.

I hate needles...

[thejobisdone]

In the hospital, I have a friend bringing my laptop so I'll post when ever

My IV is itchy

[theartofresurrection-blog]

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[theartofresurrection-blog]

Q-uite Extraordinary || Bond & Q.

MI6, London.

"Thank you for coming to my office so promptly, Bond."

"I'm assuming it's not for personal reasons."

"There's an important matter that needs taken care of."

Bombay, India.

James is used to warm climates, and has therefore dressed accordingly to the almost blistering heat. Q, however, has had no such luck, and whilst he's managed to dress appropriately, it's quite clear that he's not happy about where they are. It's a fact that James is privately amused by. He's just glad that there'll be air conditioning in their rooms to give the younger man a slight respite to the temperature.

Their rooms, thankfully, are ready for them when they get to the check-in desk - with a slightly flirty smile and a "Here are your keys, Mr. Bond." - and James hands Q's key to him once they get to their neighbouring rooms. 

"I think we could both do with some time to recuperate after the flight." He isn't going to mention that he thinks Q could probably do with it more than him, because that just wouldn't be polite of him. He might mention it later on, when Q might be a little more hospitable towards his playful jibes. "Meet back here in," he pauses briefly to check his watch, "three hours, and we'll make a start on this whole operation."

[james00seven]

guaranteedinnovation said: *chuckles* ‘Ass-grabbing’ an MI6 agent is not only rude, but quite hazardous to your health. You can never be quite sure with 007, though. Yes grabbing my ass can be very hazardous to your health, and only a select few can grab my ass.   earlgreyinmypajamasonmylaptop said: “I being the main one.” "Yes of course my love, you being the only one"  

[neverwhatiseem-blog]

Drug Addicts and Pixelated Birds

guaranteedinnovation said: “The MI6 agent. The bird you /carved into my heel./” Q grit his teeth, an ice pack under his foot. He’d had to take off work, and was seething in his flat. “And what the hell did you put on it to keep me from realizing?”

'My medication. Takes the edge off. Everything.'

He grinned slightly and rubbed his forehead, pinching the bridge of his nose. His nails trailed over the keyboard, gently tapping and erasing the messages he attempted to create. He rubbed his fingers along his jaw, sighing slightly. Poor baby agent. Little pain might prove him good.

'Do you need more?'

[neverwhatiseem-blog]

When Alex opened his computer, he would find himself with company yet again. Q, on the other screen, stared down the text box. He had promised not to tell MI6 about the forger, but that didn't mean he himself couldn't investigate. Especially after the bird.// The text box sitting open on Alex' screen, waiting for his return, said simply this: "What the hell is the bird about."

He stared blankly at the small text box that had popped up while he was watching television(best not to ask what of), glazed eyes furrowing slightly. He'd recently been sober, which is a fate he definitely would have rather avoided, but was now inevitable.

He sighed resignedly. He didn't have a clue who this person was. Twitchy fingers tapped softly at keys of the new laptop, typing out a short message, which is all his tired body could muster.

'Who?'

He scratched at his peeling mask, pulling the plastic away from his face and wrinkling his nose. How many people had he marked recently?

There was the Russian guy, but Alex didn't think he'd made it...

The skinny college girl who gave him the kit. But she didn't have the brains.

....

The MI6 agent.

He felt himself go cold, regretting answering at all.