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paradisa2013-03-27 11:15 pm
savethedarkness) wrote in paradisa2013-03-27 11:15 pm
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[with Bond out in ... space ... what ... well, it leaves M to cool her heels, for the most part, and on her own to monitor the journals for information. the knowledge of her loss is annoying at the very least, but she's got other things to get used to.
like the fact that
her best agent
is
in
space.
she's reading the transcriptions of it all over for at least the third time that day, trying to figure out how it can even be possible, sipping at a glass of bourbon. if anyone in the clinic tries to tell her she shouldn't be drinking on heavy pain medication, well. okay, just go ahead and try.]
I'd heard that things change here, frequently, but I have to admit, none of you warned me about the possibility of only a handful of us being swept up. It's damn inconvenient, if you ask me.
[and then a ghost glides up to her with an envelope on a silver tray. she frowns, and takes it hesitantly] What on Earth --
[she slides out the paper, mumbling to herself as she reads] Financial Consulate of the Zargon Village for -- for FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND CREDITS?!!
[she drops the letter and practically snarls]
DOUBLE. OH. SEVEN. I don't care how many bloody lightyears away you are. Kindly explain. Now.
like the fact that
her best agent
is
in
space.
she's reading the transcriptions of it all over for at least the third time that day, trying to figure out how it can even be possible, sipping at a glass of bourbon. if anyone in the clinic tries to tell her she shouldn't be drinking on heavy pain medication, well. okay, just go ahead and try.]
I'd heard that things change here, frequently, but I have to admit, none of you warned me about the possibility of only a handful of us being swept up. It's damn inconvenient, if you ask me.
[and then a ghost glides up to her with an envelope on a silver tray. she frowns, and takes it hesitantly] What on Earth --
[she slides out the paper, mumbling to herself as she reads] Financial Consulate of the Zargon Village for -- for FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND CREDITS?!!
[she drops the letter and practically snarls]
DOUBLE. OH. SEVEN. I don't care how many bloody lightyears away you are. Kindly explain. Now.