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[anicyresurrection]

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[shieldhumanresourcesdept]

MEMO #394

Major Boothroyd and the Quartermaster's Office are reminded, again, to move the toothpaste tubes away from the tubes of explosive putty in the storage room to avoid any future unpleasant instances.

On the bright side, Agent DeMornay is expected to make a full recovery.

[shieldhumanresourcesdept]

MEMO #382

All SHIELD agents and employees are hereby forbidden from ever again submitting mission plans which ultimately hinge on the subject first being allergic to peanuts or anything else. Anaphylaxis is not a weapon in our arsenal.

[shieldhumanresourcesdept]

MEMO #376

All field agents are reminded that the phrase 'recon' means 'to go somewhere, come back and tell us what is going on with a minimum amount of fuss.' It does not mean 'kill everything there, then lie down and make carnage angels in what remains before killing the building, too.'

PR is already dealing with the fallout.

[shieldhumanresourcesdept]

MEMO #379

The Helicarrier will not be renamed any of the following:

The Antidisestablishmentarianism

Foehammer

The Titanic

The Daedalus

Thunderbird (or this with any numerals involved)

The Pillar of Autumn

The Hindenburg

Prometheus

Icarus

Serenity

The Heart of Gold

Stop asking or petitioning.

[shieldhumanresourcesdept]

Hastings (Open | Medieval AU)

Marie de Colline had been the daughter of a minor nobleman in Normandy. Her mother having, as was all too common in the age, died in childbirth she was also her father's heiress. Men being far more valued, her father sought to marry a second time, wearing out two more wives in a quest for the son he finally received before Marie's fourteenth birthday. 

He then announced his intention to ship Marie off to convent rather than find her a suitable husband and risk splitting up his son's inheritance. They had never been close, though she had paid him the reverence due from a daughter to a father, and acquiesced to his intentions with what should have been a suspicious amount of resignation. No one who actually knew her well believed it.

The men sent with her on the appointed day had all come to her father's estates through her mother. They were more loyal to the last sprig of the long-dead tree than to the man who had sent them to closet her away from the sun. They did not ask questions when she made certain requests of them, they did not hesitate or blink when she asked them to cut her hair in preparation for a nun's wimple. If any of them suspected her intentions, they said nothing.

She entered the convent in January of 1066 AD with the few things her father had seen fit to send with her for an endowment, and if she had private words with the abbess and entered as a lay sister seeking reflection and peace rather than a vocation, no one would tell her father differently. And if a month later lay sister Patience disappeared in the dark before Matins, no one was very surprised. 

A few weeks later a young man-at-arms showed up in the ranks of one of William's most loyal knights. Giving his name as Marc, and seeing to be all of twelve, but the boy had spirit. No one questioned his story. 

With a sword in her hand, and the eventual goal of a good horse, to soldier known an Marc reveled in battle, and excelled in the art of war. Marie had found her calling. 

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The Scottish Play (Closed RP)

Maria had two tickets to a beginning of the season amateur acting company performance of Shakespeare's Macbeth. She wasn't sure why she had them, or how they'd found their way to her, but she had tickets and she needed some time off the ship.

Hazel couldn't go. Alastor was on duty. She wasn't going to inflict Wilson on the innocent and unsuspecting members Lincoln Community Playhouse company. Loki was... well. They hadn't spoken in a while. Sigyn and Sleipnir were in Africa. Maria ran through her admittedly small list of friends and finally hit upon one name.

[SMS to AHerron] Want to go groundside with me? Fun day out. I have tickets to a Thing.

She had permission from the Director to have a nice day off-ship, with the caveat that she'd better "not do any work, dammit." She could handle that.

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MEMO #357

All translators are reminded to keep personal opinion out of the translation. Furthermore, no 'artistic license' may be taken during the translation.