You know my name

Bond's Office Hours [Friday]

2008-10-17T15:19:29Z

Bond had spent most of his week pretending that the previous weekend hadn't happened. Part of that had involved not doing anything the least bit connected with it. Including checking his email.

Which was why he was only now seeing the receipt for a sent but now deleted email, one he didn't remember sending. Oh, well, it had probably just going into the ether, never to return, like all the others he'd sent to that address over the last few months. No need to worry, right?

Just outside 18 Apocalypse Ave, [Saturday Morning]

2008-10-11T15:22:02Z

Bond sat on the curb outside the house, a battered, faded polaroid in hand, weeping manly tears of soul deep pain. He didn't understand why she had done it. After all, didn't she have his complete and utter devotion, his loyalty...his love.

Why had she sent him away? Had he done something wrong? Had she tired of him?

Had there been someone else?

He threw back his head and howled a deep cry of sorrow and loss. He howled the name of his lost love.

[Open to anyone who has a reason to be passing by ~~or who doesn't~~.]

Bond's Office Hours [Thursday]

2008-10-09T11:18:56Z

Bond was really looking forward to this whole homecoming brouhaha. Really. That was why he was asleep in his office chair with a book over his face.

So maybe he wasn't all that excited about it.

[Door closed, post open.]

Bond's Office Hours [Monday]

2008-09-29T14:34:12Z

Bond's liver was taking a bit less punishment than this time last week, mostly due to the fact that after going through his entire stash of alcohol, he was going to have to stretch things out until he built up a stockpile again.

In any case, he looked slightly less likely to shoot the nearest person if they looked at him sideways. The door was still closed though.

[post is open though]

Bond's Office Hours [Monday]

2008-09-22T07:28:39Z

Bond had started drinking yesterday afternoon, and despite pacing himself, hadn't really stopped since. He had, however, run out of his ready supply of alcohol in his room and since he had absolutely no desire to be there without the anaesthetic effects of 100 proof, he'd made his way to his office to raid his emergency stash.

If anyone asked, he'd claim he was preparing for class on Wednesday.

[door is closed, post is open]

18 Apocalypse Ave, [Sunday Morning]

2008-09-21T17:03:38Z

It had been a mistake not investing in a good set of drapes, James decided, as the morning sun slid into his eyes, despite his best efforts to screw them shut. Frowning, he sat up and reached across to the night stand to check what the time was apart from 'far too early'.

Unfortunately, the problem with expensive watches like his was that they all too often had a date feature. Which made cheerful repression just that much more harder. Still frowning, he kept staring at the watch.

[for one, but open to any of the housemates if they want]

Serenity Cove [Saturday Afternoon]

2008-09-20T18:38:59Z

While James would have been content for Vesper and himself not to leave his room until this whole business was over with, actually coming out and suggesting that would have defeated the purpose of the mutual self-deception they'd decided upon without actually talking about it (it being far, far easier to deceive yourself if you didn't come right out and say it, after all).

Which was why they were currently walking along the beach, like everything was completely normal.

[For one, and then one.]

A Fandom Alleyway, Late Thursday Night

2008-09-19T06:41:36Z

In a flash of light, two figures appeared in the the middle of a previously deserted alleyway.

James Bond	Cheek stinging from the force of her slap, Bond instinctively pulled Vesper closer against him as their surroundings changed from bar to alleyway, staggering slightly as he regained his footing on the cobblestones.
Vesper Lynd	Barring the continual manhandling, and the fact she was certain she was developing hand-shaped bruises on that bicep, Vesper for her part wasn't entirely unhappy to be pressed up against him like this. Far from ecstatic, mind, but she'd missed this since Venice.
James Bond	Steady on his feet again, Bond kept holding onto Vesper rather longer than strictly necessary, the death-grip on her arm loosening enough to that you could actually use a word as mild as 'hold' to describe it again.
Vesper Lynd	Now that the most immediate cause for concern was gone, Vesper found herself relaxing back against him despite herself. Not least because doing anything else would have required thinking on both their parts and that couldn't have led to anything good.
James Bond	Bond's free hand stroked down her cheek in an absent caress. At least his fingertips found her pulse and bluntly brought the reality to the situation back to him. Bond forcibly shoved her away from him, even while his hand on her arm tightened again, in a move that was never destined to do much more than spin Vesper around. He was not having a good night. Not at all.
Vesper Lynd	There was rather a lot of that going around tonight, oddly enough. "What the hell is wrong with you, James?" Not that Vesper didn't have a few ideas, but between the emotional and physical whiplash, she wasn't being too generous right now.
James Bond	"What's wrong with me?" Bond replied incredulously, stalking closer again. "I watched you die, Vesper. Or rather I watched you kill yourself, but I guess that didn't take very well, did it?"
Vesper Lynd	Guilt and anger roiled in Vesper's belly as she backed up in a futile attempt to maintain some space between them. "You say that like a had a whole lot of choice in the matter," she snapped as her back pressed against cool stone. "Like I chose this."
James Bond	"You certainly chose to turn that key," Bond replied flatly. "And you certainly could have held your breath just a little while longer if you'd put your mind to it."
Vesper Lynd	"And you seem to be labouring under the misapprehension that that was somehow easy for me."
James Bond	"Why?" Bond would deny his voice cracked like a teenager's on the word to his dying day.
Vesper Lynd	Vesper didn't really have a better response to that than a rather feeble "I'm sorry."
James Bond	"That you did it or that you got caught?"
Vesper Lynd	Vesper's response to that however was very swift indeed. Even if it probably hurt her hand more than his cheek. "Don't you dare try to claim it was ever about getting caught," she spat out coldly. "It's a pathetic insult to both our intelligences."
James Bond	"And you playing me for a fool wasn't?" Bond asked, then cut through Vesper's protests to the contrary with "Perhaps you could enlighten me as to what exactly it was about then? So I can avoid further insult."
Vesper Lynd	"It was the only way out," Vesper said finally. "What else was there that I could have done?"
James Bond	"You could have come to me," Bond replied, so quickly you'd almost think he'd been rehearsing this conversation in his head before this. "Talked to me. Asked me for help."
Vesper Lynd	"Could I have? Really?" Vesper asked bluntly. "Could I have just come up to you and asked you to defraud the British Government of a few hundred million pounds, so we can pay off the terrorists we won it from for not killing you. Oh, they believes me when I said I'd pay because they been blackmailing me to prevent you getting in the first place, which I did such a brilliant job of that they've probably killed the guy they were using to blackmail me to begin with. Not that I have that much proof they hadn't already. Oh, didn't I mention him before this? Whoops. But don't worry, you can trust me, James."
James Bond	Bond's uncomfortable silence indicated the blistering sarcasm had made the point.
Vesper Lynd	Vesper paused a moment before continuing. "And on the off chance you didn't just turn around and hand me off to MI-6, if you had decided to help what good would it have done? Even if all you did was turn your back while I made the switch, that's all those people would have needed. One crack, one bit of leverage, and it's time for a trade up to a pet double-oh." She tried to look anywhere but at him, but considering how much personal space wasn't between them that was difficult at best. "Maybe you could have lived with that, I couldn't."
James Bond	A sardonic 'Obviously' went unspoken. "Being shuffled off to teach school children like a horse put to pasture because M thinks I'll do something drastic otherwise isn't exact an ideal alternative," Bond said drily.
Vesper Lynd	"It's ideal enough," Vesper said softly, still doing her best to not look at him. "Even if you hate me."
James Bond	Bond's hand left her arm for the first time since he caught hold of her, smoothing up over her shoulder to cup her chin, tilting her face back up towards, as he tried to think of a good response.
Vesper Lynd	It wasn't clear which of them had the idea first, but it was definitely Vesper who pursued it more agressively, at least to begin with, fisting her hands in his jacket and tugging him closer by his lapels.
James Bond	"This is a bad idea," Bond murmured, kissing along the curve of her neck.
Vesper Lynd	"We shouldn't do this," Vesper agreed. Not that that was stopping her from unbuttoning his shirt right there and then. "It can't end well."
James Bond	James pulled back reluctantly. "My place is near here," he said, since apparently neither of them cared about that.
Vesper Lynd	Vesper nodded. "After you then." At all.

Sometimes, highly intelligent people could be complete and utter morons.

[NFI, Broadcast doesn't really matter since it's up after radio, OOC welcome]

Bond's Office Hours [Thursday]

2008-09-18T14:12:26Z

Bond was quite pleased with how the previous day's lessons had gone, especially since none of his studetns had done anything particularly stupid. As a result, he decided to move up one of the more...relaxed lessons in the schedule for the next week.

The door to his office was open.

Bond's Office Hours [Friday]

2008-09-12T14:22:15Z

Bond was in is office working on the next few weeks' lesson plans. He didn't want his students to get too complacent with his classes.

[open!]

Bond's Office Hours [Friday]

2008-09-05T15:30:16Z

Bond had considered this week's class a success, and was looking forward to something of lazy office hours today.

At least until he found the chorus of drunken skunks on his desk. Who couldn't even sing in key. This was shaping up to be a long day.

[Door is open!]

Bond's Office Hours [Thursday]

2008-08-21T13:00:35Z

Bond was in his office, cup of coffee in hand, going over his plans for tomorrows lesson. Since it was the final, he needed to come up with something different, something special.

The door was open.

Bond's Office Hours [Thursday]

2008-08-14T14:09:20Z

Bond was supposedly working on his class for tomorrow, but instead was watching the sea out of his window with a pair of binoculars, a notepad, and a book on Bermuda Triangle disappearances.

After all, this was much more interesting, and he liked improvising.

[open]

Bond's Office Hours [Thursday]

2008-08-07T12:54:48Z

Rather than work on his class for tomorrow, Bond had decided to start planning next semester's classes. And to continue repressing the previous weekend as he had the last few days.

Mmm...repression.

Bond's Office Hours [Thursday]

2008-07-31T14:11:40Z

Safely ensconced in his office from the plague of birds that had followed him from the house, Bond was pouring over his lesson plan for the net day.

Which bore no resemblance whatsoever to a form-guide. None.

Bond's Office Hours [Monday]

2008-07-21T16:08:06Z

Much as Bond might have liked to have gone drinking and wenching last night, he had not.

This had not been because of the copious amounts of lace cravats, stockings, and rather silly hats his wardrobe suddenly contained. They mightn't have been to his taste, but he'd worn stranger in his time.

It was because of the long, luxurious, locks he was currently unsuccessfully trying to hack off with a letter opener. A man had his dignity after all.

[ooc: Door is closed. Post is wide, wide open.]

Bond's Office Hours [Thursday]

2008-07-17T11:32:22Z

Bond's office door was open, so any passers-by would have seen him sitting at his desk working on his lesson plan for tomorrow.

Admittedly, at this point in time it mostly consisted of making notes about which students not to pair up for fear of public indecency charges in between sips of a drink that was most definitely not alcoholic.

Because that would have been wrong.

Bond's Office Hours [Wednesday]

2008-07-09T13:06:33Z

Bond was not napping in his office. He was preparing his lesson plan for Friday.

With his eyes closed. Yes. He knew the material that well.

[Door closed, post open.]

Bond's Office Hours [Friday Morning]

2008-06-20T09:23:23Z

Bond sat in his office with a stack of cook-books. Not so much because he was looking for a recipe as he was admiring the rather attractive pictures of food and the often very attractive makers of said food.

His office door was open.

Bond's Office Hours [Thursday Morning]

2008-06-05T14:01:07Z

Bond sat in his office with the windows open to catch the breeze. Rather than plan his next lesson, he had a pulp spy novel and was mentally listing all the things which would have gotten the lead killed if he was real.

The door was open.

Bond's Office Hours [Friday Morning]

2008-05-23T09:58:46Z

Given that it was, technically, the holidays, Bond felt he was justified in cutting back slightly on office hours.

At least, that's what he told himself.

[open]

Apocalypse Ave, Sunday Evening

2008-04-28T05:10:11Z

After spending the day at the gallery, Bond was leading Jules back to the house. He had less of a death-grip on the lad's shoulder than before.

He considered that a good sign.

[For one (plus one)]

18 Apocalypse Avenue, Saturday Morning

2008-04-26T14:23:00Z

As he stood in the kitchen, looking through the fridge, Bond's main concern was that the coffee had finally started working properly again and he was feeling distinctly less zombie-like than he had during the week.

This might have had a lot to do with why he was humming as he started preparing ingredients.

Of course, if he'd been aware of some of the scenes happening right outside, he mightn't have had quite as cheerful a demeanour.

[for one in particular, but open to housemates ~~and progeny~~.]

Office Hours [All Day, Tuesday]

2008-04-22T15:37:23Z

While he wouldn't say he'd lost track of time, Bond had spent the previous few days holed up working on his final for tomorrow. Of course, given the sheer amount of coffee he'd drunk, that didn't explain why he was yawning so much.

Every so often he frowned at his mug. Something wasn't right here.

Office Hours [All Day, Monday]

2008-04-14T16:40:11Z

Another birthday successfully ignored, Bond settled in to start planning his final, given he had just over a week remaining before it.

Or at least he would have if not for the infestation of tiny sheep very interested in eating his paperwork.