[7] - forward dated to afternoon

[savethedarkness]

[M's maintained radio silence, so to speak, ever since her return from the Lewis & Clark. she's kept her eye on things, and mostly limited her social appearances to those requested by Queen Anne, out of duty to crown. everyone else needed time to heal, after all, herself included. it was one thing to be strong in the face of danger and chaos for others, and it was another to deal with what she'd had to lock away to do so.

in that respect, finding the Death Match with Pixy the night of their return had been a Godsend. the next morning, she'd seen the place with fresh eyes. she had joked with Bond, once, that she might actually need a hobby, and it seemed as good a prospect as any. so without much fanfare, she'd begun spending her free time there, cleaning the place up, making it presentable. it felt almost a little like preparing Skyfall, only with less cobwebs and far less sabotage, and she was able to let the sun in the windows and play some music as she worked, here... even if the jukebox needed some better variety.

finally, she feels as though the place is up to speed, and slides onto a barstool. pulling open the journal, she takes a sip of the pint glass of water at her side, and writes]

Good afternoon, everyone.

I would like to formally announce that the Death Match bar on the second floor of the castle is under new ownership, and as of today, open for business. Currently it has no proper chef, but should anyone wish to fill the position, I will consider applications. I hope this is a welcome addition to the castle atmosphere, and that I will see some of you soon.

Cordially,
Emma

[with that, she'll just go on back to the kitchen and make sure there are supplies for the few things she does know how to make. if people want food, she won't turn them down, but their options will be a little limited. she's much better when it comes to making drinks]

Comments

[honeytoes]

They're creative sons of bitches I'll give you that.

But yeah I'll put down iron clad rules. I used to run something similar back home so it’s something I'm quite good at.

[savethedarkness]

Oh? What sort of things did you bet on, there?

[honeytoes]

[Crap...There's a question that could have been avoided. He forgets that M isn't actually his Director and there are some things she probably shouldn't know.

But his slip up is understandable...given how he misses his work colleagues and the guilt he has about their deaths.]

Well we used to take bets on mission related events. You know what field operative would be called up for a particular mission that sort of thing.

Sure it's a little tasteless...but it helped build office relations. It gave us light relief in the face of having to deal with some incredibly shitty scenarios...and quite frankly we needed it.

[savethedarkness]

[the fact that he left a window open he hadn't meant to is easy enough to read, even if it's only for a brief second. M gets the feeling he isn't telling her everything ... but then again, neither is she, and she knows full well what's said about those who live in glass houses.]

I know exactly what you mean. I'd be surprised if some of my staff didn't do the same around the office, in perfect honesty. Morale can make or break a situation - and here is no different.

I hope your pool has the same effect here.

[honeytoes]

You do what you can to make the situation more manageable right?

Thank you ma'am.