007 Fest, Rorschach Blots REVEALED
"Sir, we lost another staff member from Psych today."
"Another one, Ms. Moneypenny? What the hell happened this time?"
Scavenger Hunt №27: Create a Rorschach blot and then post three Bond characters' interpretation of it. You can also include your own Station character.
Evaluator: Would you care to elaborate?
Tanner: Standing on the Champ-de-Mars, looking at the Tour Eiffel. It's spring, the flowers are blooming, someone is selling crepes. Not that I'd know, since my vacation to Paris has been cancelled exactly nine times in three years.
(TANNER begins to hum Free Man in Paris by Joni Mitchell)
Tanner: Shhhh, dissociation is my only vacation. Come back in 10 will you?
[Redacted]: Hm, that is probably what it will look like when overworked technicians in Q Branch finally lose the plot and go to R&D and blow out their own... Sorry, was that out loud? Look, make a note there about how Q Branch needs to hire five more people in the next month, hm? Yes I am serious, I've got techs crying in the toilet, and the intern has developed a tick! I am sure you can write up something about the vicarious trauma, urgent need for increased support staff whatever, just, yes, make a note. I will raise your credit score. Oh, for the record? It looks like two children playing pattycake.
Trevelyan: It's a beautiful butterfly! My бабуся had a garden with buddleja, and there were always so many butterflies! They are a story of the power of transformation. They go from a hungry, hungry caterpillar that eats, eats, eats and grows and becomes a pupae. And this is the body horror, right? They go all gross and basically dissolve into goo, only to reform, and be reborn a butterfly. Inspiring, no?
Evaluator: That's, ah, that is inspiring...
Trevelyan: Of course, if it is an Atlas Moth, it pops out of that chrysalis with no mouthparts. The Atlas Moth's only purpose in life is to procreate and perish. It lives off the energy it stored as a caterpillar just long enough to reproduce. Not unlike us Double-Os, eh? Take us, break us down, and reform us, our only purpose to serve England. And perish. Hopefully far away and in little pieces so you don't have to bother with a funeral.
Evaluator: Well, that's it. We're done.