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He'd fallen asleep in America. In fact, he'd fallen asleep in America night after night, lost and suddenly so unsure again. Sanity was fading, and he'd fled London in search of stability.
He'd woken up in Spain. Skin as dark as the earth he'd been chained to replaced by milky white flesh that looked far too fragile and thin. Though when he stared in the mirror, he saw no fragility. He saw the gaze of a titan, the teeth of a survivor, and the grin of a madman. He should have been upset about that last part.
He wasn't.
The plane ride had been brief, and upon finding himself back in London, he'd headed straight for the bar.
“Whiskey, neat, and don't be stingy, dove,” he purred, soft pink lips spitting out each word as he flashed a little too much teeth with his smile.
The barman had gone from charmed to unnerved, as he well should have. Prometheus didn't react though, he only took his drink and surveyed the evening crowd. God he loved London. They were all so lost and so desperate. Love me, notice me, want me. Dull, stupid. His gifts were wasted on these fools, and had he had the strength, he might have burned this pub to the ground, just to remind them all how fragile and brief their lives could be.
Lucky for them, he was still a bit weak.
One drink became several, and soon he was on his way. He walked with feminine grace, but there was nothing soft about him. Nothing sweet. No one who looked at him would see a fragile woman. Perhaps a queen, perhaps a warrior- The truly perceptive might even see the truth. A titian ripe with madness, armed with charm, intelligence, and a dangerous smile.


Jun. 18th, 2015 08:58 pm
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Q could be, on occasion, just a touch moody and antisocial. He'd spent the morning locked in his office at Q branch, guiding twelve through the subterranean tunnels of Paris, but with his work done he'd quietly slipped out with his laptop in search of somewhere less... Well, less like Q branch. Sometimes the sterile desks and bright lights simply got to him. It was all so clean and tidy- Terribly dull.

Which was why he'd spent the day moving from location to location. An afternoon in the park, an evening in a cheep little cafe, part of his night at a bar, tucked away at a table in the back- and the end of the night at a very dark and dingy club, tapping away on his phone as he occupied an entire booth at the back.

None of these places were approved by Six as work spaces, but that just made them all the more enjoyable as he picked apart codes, crafted new viruses and key loggers, and went about his daily tasks.

(OTA! Find Q at any of these sorts of locations throughout the day! He'll likely be taking up entire tables and tapping away on either his laptop or his phone, but feel free to make up any excuse for your pup to say hello. :D)
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The weather this weekend was cool and dry, perfect for the festivals that were going on outside the city, and the many events going on within the city itself. There were poetry readings and plays in the west end, an art crawl happing near one of the universities, and a free lecture series going on not far from that...

Bars had opened their outdoor seating areas, allowing people to smoke while they sipped a pint. Cafes overflowed with tourists and locals alike, sipping their teas and coffees as they enjoyed a lack of rain. snapping their selfies and texting their mates.

Shops were having side walk sales, from the high street to the small boutiques. Clothes and baubles hung on racks and displays, glittering in the sun and attracting the gaze of everyone who walked by.

There was life and colour everywhere, the grey of winter lifting and allowing London to shine for a little while.

(Gathering posts are open for several days, so be sure to check back often to see who else has tagged in. Set your top level anywhere in the city!)


May. 15th, 2015 08:41 pm
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It was in all the papers- His abduction, the fact that he'd been taken by a mad man and held for days... There was no avoiding it, no hiding. He'd been forced to do some press, but more and more, Fin found himself hiding from the world at large.

At the moment he had a very large pair of Prada sunglasses, the lenses dark enough to hide his eyes. The surgery he'd had a few months ago had done wonders for his vision, allowing him to see shapes and colours for the first time since he'd lost his sight. However, after being held in a cage and practically starved to death, it was very nearly as poor as it had been before the operation.

He sat at a table near the back of a cafe he used to visit when he wanted to get his thoughts down on paper. It was a much harder process now, but he was doing his best as he tapped away at the keys of his laptop, doing his best to ignore how his hands still trembled now and then.

He'd always been thin, but he was damn near skeletal now. A waitress paused to top up his tea, then lingered a moment longer.

"Are you sure you'd not like anything to eat, Fin?" she asked softly, careful not to draw any attention. "We've got lovely muffins..."

Fin shook his head a little, swallowing hard. "No, thank you," he said quietly. "I'm fine- Really."

She shrugged and walked away, and Fin clenched his fingers into a fist, hoping it would stop him from shaking.

(OTA! I know there are a lot of ST and backdated threads going on still/yet to be started for this plot, but I missed my twitchy little actor. :x)


May. 9th, 2015 07:50 pm
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[personal profile] pixiesweat
Days all felt much the same to Manuel. Thanks to Willy, he was living in a flat rather than on the streets, but he still spent the same amount of time doing nothing.

He was clean now. He had new clothes, his hair was brushed and tied back in a rough but relatively neat ponytail. He could easily be taken for a regular (if rather miserable) teenage boy rather than a street thug who was out of a job.

Technically, he wasn’t wanting for anything. He had enough money for food, but most of the time he didn’t feel hungry enough to bother eating. He’d lost a little weight--just enough that someone who knew him (or had met him before and had a good enough memory) might be able to notice. He’d noticed it himself, and he didn’t care.

He didn’t have anywhere to go, but he went out sometimes. Walking the streets felt different than it used to. The days he’d spent living in alleyways after his sister died seemed fuzzy and very far away.

Today, like usual, he wasn’t headed anywhere in particular. He’d walked in a big circle and was heading back to his flat when he came across a car, parked out of the way of immediate onlookers, with somebody’s phone and wallet left carelessly discarded on the front seat. Almost without thinking, he smashed its window, emptied the wallet of cash, grabbed the phone and shoved it all into his pocket.

He didn’t know why he was doing it. He didn’t need the money. He didn’t particularly enjoy breaking the law.

He didn’t care why he was doing it.

He didn’t take the same kind of precautions that he would have, once. He didn’t cast an illusion to hide himself from human eyes, and there were incriminating fragments of broken safety glass left clinging to his shirt.

He headed off down the street, at a brisk but not suspiciously fast pace, with more cash that he would probably never spend and a phone that would likely end up thrown away or lying in the bottom of a drawer in his flat, forgotten.

((So, here’s a Manuel :) Your pups are free to:

-notice the broken glass on his shirt and figure out that he’s been Up To Something;
-catch him in the act (though be warned, you’ll have to have a way to literally catch him, cause he’ll leg it);
-it can even be your pup’s car that he’s broken into, if you have a pup that’d be silly enough to leave their valuables unattended in plain sight :D
-or you can just run into him further down the street, and have a normal conversation not related to his petty criming :) whatever suits you and your pup best!))

Link Drop

Mar. 4th, 2015 12:25 pm
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[personal profile] harrowgate
January 20 - After his messy break-up with Shannon, Felix texts Robin with an offer. Robin accepts. Twice. NSFW.

February 2 - Tea with Vanessa Ives becomes a Tarot reading, which becomes a very strange occurrence, which becomes a confession, which becomes drinks with Vanessa Ives, which becomes a very unusual partnership.
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[personal profile] harrowgate
October 19, 2014
The morning after Shannon and Felix have a surprise encounter with a beautiful stranger, they wake up confused, uncertain, and a little bit angry in their own bed. Felix promises to figure out what happened. [becomes NSFW]

November 18, 2014
Having exhausted the Cabal's resources, Felix asks Robin Goodfellow about the strange encounter, and gets more than he bargained for. Robin, unfortunately, gets less than he expected. [NSFW language]
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It was Christmas Eve in London, and all around the city people were out and about. Enjoying various parties, grabbing last minute gifts... Enjoying the lights and décor around the city. London was always beautiful, but in December it truly sparkled.

Outside shops, people collected toys and money for charities, hoping for last minute kindness from strangers to make the holiday even brighter for those in need. However, as the night fell, many shops shut early- While many bars and clubs did quite the opposite, opening their doors earlier and inviting people in.

All around there was bustle and lights, making the city appear even more alive than usual.

(Gathering post! Timed to Christmas Eve (day or night), but open all week long! Tag in, tag others, and check back often! Happy Holidays guys!)
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August 22, 2014 - Felix and Shannon's argument at the charity event was only foreplay. NSFW.

September 17, 2014 - Felix discovers Robin Goodfellow in a painting, and then in the flesh. Robin is persuasive, and Felix enjoys denying him.


Sep. 28th, 2014 07:46 pm
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Prequel: Bond and Q meet before Q's time at MI6. Both are very drunk, neither will remember their night together.

Q and Bond attempt to capture Terrance. However, Q is abducted instead.
             [HERE | COMPLETE | PG]

Q's time with Terrance.
            [HERE | LONG DRABBLE | R for violence]

Rob comes to Bond with information about Q's abduction
            [HERE | COMPLETE | PG]

Bond turns to Hannibal who calls in the services of a young hacker to help find Q

            [HERE | COMPLETE | PG]

After being burned and searching for over a week, Bond finally comes for Q.
            [HERE | COMPLETE | R for violence + ADULT CONTENT]

Debut - OTA

Sep. 6th, 2014 01:53 pm
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He'd slipped out of the office early, as he often did, and was currently occupying a small table at the nearest Starbucks, sipping something that barely resembled coffee and flicking through messages and emails on his tablet.

It was all very cold and sterile feeling. The tablet felt like little more than chemicals and fragile elements in his hand. It held no weight, and it had no scent. It wasn't like opening a letter or flipping through a book. It was hollow, lacking intimacy and presence. It was disposable, flimsy... And yet. And yet it was wonderful in its own way. Knowledge floating through the air, love letters passed unseen...

Hollow, yet full. Empty, yet brimming. The modern world really was a wonder.

Putting it down, he let his gaze rake over the other customers, admiring them as they went about their daily lives. He loved London. Over his many years on Earth, he had lived here more often than any other city. It had been a while since he'd last settled down in London though, and he'd never come here wearing this face before. No, this face was fairly new. It had lived a few years as a painter in France, then been replaced when he'd spent some time in Japan... But the moment he'd decided to return to London, this was the face he'd been greeted with in the mirror, and he'd smiled. Sometimes his form simply knew what he needed to be- even when he didn't.

Someone passed his table, and he watched as something slipped from their pocket and hit the floor. Bending low, the titan plucked it from the ground and held it out in offering.

"You dropped this."
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 The theatre wan't terribly large, but tonight they were sold out- a rare accomplishment for such a small place, that was considered little more than a dot on the fringe of the theatre world. The result, of course, was panic all around. Actors looking tense, staff scurrying to get everything just right... It was making Fin's head hurt.

The play- His play- was receiving very good press, and Fin found himself just a bit overwhelmed by the attention his writing and acting was starting to get. 'Buzz' Jaxson called it. There was a whole lot of buzz going on- and Fin wasn't sure what to do with it.

The play wasn't very long. Short enough, even, that there was no intermission. Tonight's performance was one of their best, everything timed perfectly and delivered just as Fin had penned it. The thin, young man embodied the lead fully, becoming that man with ease. Though perhaps that was because this story was, in some ways, true. Death did court him, daily almost, and Fin denied him at every turn, just as in the play. So much so, that in the last act, as his character finally offered himself to death (only to be shunned and left to live alone for ever), Fin wondered if that would be how his life would end. 

Magic was so odd, and Willy seemed set on saving him- But for how long? Forever? Was forever what he wanted? ...Was it what anyone wanted really?

The curtains closed, then opened, and the actors took their bows.

After the show everyone poured into the bar that also served as the lobby, having drinks and chatting. Fin, however, sat alone near the end, looking a little melancholy and lost. A few audience members came up to tell him they enjoyed the show, and Fin was polite and smiled- But it was obvious he was feeling just a little trapped when two girls came over and insisted on taking a selfie with him.

(OTA! Late tags welcome. :))
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This year's fundraising benefit for the Catholic Children's Society was a rather grander affair than usual. It wasn't just that Lucrezia Borgia had money, but she was very good at convincing people to give her things. Things like use of a gorgeous venue, and donations for the silent auction.

The event was divided into three main areas: a large receiving room with food and a bar along with videos on mounted screens with information about the cause, another with discreet armed guards amidst auction items (some abstract, such as dinner for two at some of London's best restaurants, and others well worth guarding, like a $15,000 pound emerald necklace), and then, outside amongst the fountain, a band playing jazz standards and space for dancing.

Along with the pledges for the auction, volunteers circulated amongst the guests to speak about the charity and ask for donations of time or money. It was, of course, all a bit absurd, a lavish gathering of the wealthy to Help The Needy, but (according to Lucrezia Borgia, who had organized most of this particular affair) the wealthy would have their fancy parties no matter what so they may as well be guilted into some charity while they're at it.

[OOC: Please feel free to handwave whatever justification you like for a character being here, including invites from some random NPC or just crashing the party!]


Aug. 8th, 2014 06:08 pm
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[personal profile] 0_0_7
Tesco was the great equalizer. Bond wouldn't dare wear the clothing but he, like everyone else, needed things like toilet paper and milk. He'd picked out a trolley and roamed the store in no particularly orderly manner. He went here and there, aimless because he was a relative stranger to the shop.

It was so mind numbingly dull. Ordinary. But every moment of his life couldn't be explosions and running. Sometimes he just needed a bag of rice and some biscuits and they had a sale on orange juice.

He did find himself in the wine section and here he took some real time. He liked good wine and though everything was a recent vintage that didn't mean they were bad. Bond took his time, carefully selecting a nice pinot grigio and then began to inspect the reds.

"Excuse me, do you know wine?" a woman asked him and when he gave the barest hint of a nod she launched into a tale of how she needed to buy wine for a friend's party and they'd be having beef and on and on and on. Bond longed for his gun and had to keep reminding himself that this was what he worked so hard for. He risked his life so tedious old women could talk endlessly.

"This one will be wonderful,' he said, interrupting her as he shoved a random red into her hands. "Do have a lovely time at your party."

And then he made his escape.
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The National Gallery was one of Robin's favorite places in London. With the rooms arranged chronologically and by country, it was like flipping through a photo album of some of the best bits of his very long life. Britain in the seventeenth century, Venice in the sixteenth, Florence in the fifteenth.

Today, he sat on a bench in the middle of the Florence room, looking out towards one of his favorite paintings here, Virgin of the Rocks. It amused him, the speculation about this painting and its twin at The Louvre, since Robin knew the real story well enough. The time he'd spent in Florence among Leonardo and the Medicis had been a blast--a world of art and invention and promise. God he'd fucking loved the Renaissance.

Leonardo was terrible in bed. Just really terrible. Though honestly, one man couldn't be good at everything, right?

"Hey, I saw this in Paris!" a kid, maybe twelve or thirteen, said to his mother, pointing at the painting. "This one's a fake!"

Robin rolled his eyes. "Oh please," he said, just as someone sat down on the other side of the bench. "As if anyone else would fuck up the proportions on her hips like that."
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[personal profile] londoncallingmods

It was a lovely day in the city of London, a touch cloudy, but no sign of rain clouds. The temperature was drifting around the low 80's, and though it was a weekday, summer tourist season was in full swing- Meaning that the Tescos were mostly empty, but there was a line at nearly every photo snapping hot-spot. From the tower to Madame Tussauds.

In shops, tall buildings, and banks, workers went about their day to day. Parents pushed prams up and down streets, and shop assistants gossiped and refilled the shelves. Just as they did yesterday, and just as they would tomorrow.

Even as night fell and the pubs and clubs all came to life- It was a normal day. Nothing out of the ordinary, at least nothing that made it into the papers...

However, even the dullest days can be the start of new things. New friendships, new problems, new beginnings.

(Opening day! This is a gathering post, so feel free to top level your character, and then tag around to say hello to others. Be sure to mention in your top level where your character is and around what time/day it is. Gathering posts will always be open for several days, so be sure to check back through out the week for new top levels to tag into!)


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