doubleohblonde: (Bond and Aravis. They fight crime!)
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.]
doubleohblonde: (Bond is watching...something)
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)]
doubleohblonde: (Bond is leaning with intent)
Bond had missed his office hours the day before due to a short head cold, and was holding them today instead.

Of course he seemed more interested playing on his computer than actually working.

Those poor soft toys.
doubleohblonde: (Bond is reading intently)
After making the final adjustments to the mid-term simulation, and sending out a pair of handwaved messages, Bond settled back in his chair and waited for the miscreants to show up.

Pre-play is a cold-hearted bastard )

[NFI, NFB barring the fact the office was visited. OOC welcome]
doubleohblonde: (Bond is having an "oh shit" moment)
Disbelieving, Bond stared at the empty space that until recently had been occupied by a vintage Bentley.

He'd had it all planned. Head out first thing Monday, get the car, then back to his own damn time to follow up the one lead Vesper had...the one lead he had. At the very least, he'd have been able collect enough data to work on while stuck on this wretched island, and if he'd been lucky, he'd have been able to find this Mr White and get some answers out of him.

Of course he hadn't counted on person or persons unknown (although he had a damn good idea who) nicking his bloody car.

[NFI. NFB due to distance.]
doubleohblonde: (Asriel is quite annoyed)
Back from his explorations of the island, Asriel was sitting outside the house he was supposedly renting rooms at, and writing down notes about this place and the people on it. Hopefully he'd not only be able to figure out how he got here, but how to manage to travel between worlds of his own volition. Occasionally his hand would drift down to stroke Stelmaria's head.

[For one person in particular, but open!]
doubleohblonde: (Bond is reading intently)
Bond had a new office and that meant going through the usual run through of setting up his belongings, sweeping for bugs, checking over the exits in case of need, cursing that no weapons on campus policy, nothing particularly out of the ordinary.

After getting settled in, he sat down to go over his syllabus and class roster. He was most definitely not thinking about any meetings that had occurred on Friday. At all.

[ooc: open]

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