![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
- baby's first flood,
- cassel complicating everything again,
- denial is not just a river in egypt,
- how do i public addressing?,
- i fell in love with a man on the run,
- scott has a secret too,
- teenage identity crisis,
- that sinner was taken from her,
- was not actually that great,
- zambies & werewoofs & dumpires oh my!
❥ 002 spam/voice
spam - scott.
[Daneca sits in her room for a while, repeatedly closing her eyes. She keeps hoping that every time she does, the thoughts and memories swirling around in her head will stop and every time she opens them again, she hopes they just completely blip out of existence.]
[But unfortunately, what she's thinking and feeling can't be so easily wished away.]
[On the one hand, she can still feel those distant pangs for Barron. The butterflies she felt in his presence mixed with that sense of calm and security where she no longer had to fear what she was sits firmly in the back of her mind. On top of that, she can still feel the loss. The grief she felt--that other Daneca on that other Barge--is so much deeper than what she felt when she found out the truth of what he did to Cassel. She also feels guilt over feeling any of that, over feeling the way she does about Sam, even about Cassel.]
[But even worse is knowing what she did to Scott.]
[She doesn't know how he's handling the idea of her being an emotion worker. Maybe he's as angry as Sam was when he found out she was without hearing it from her directly. Maybe he's furious about her working him at all. Daneca wouldn't blame him if he were; he would be if the situation were reversed. She doesn't go to Scott out of fear of his potential anger though. She's more concerned that he may still be worked or confused.]
[She's also aware that her secret wasn't the only one put out there for people to figure out or learn.]
[She knocks on his door and waits anxiously outside.]
voice.
So that was a flood, right? I read about them over the network, but I never expected it to be... [Her voice fades a little.] ...Like that.
This might seem like a really stupid question, but how do most of you recover from something like that?
[Daneca sits in her room for a while, repeatedly closing her eyes. She keeps hoping that every time she does, the thoughts and memories swirling around in her head will stop and every time she opens them again, she hopes they just completely blip out of existence.]
[But unfortunately, what she's thinking and feeling can't be so easily wished away.]
[On the one hand, she can still feel those distant pangs for Barron. The butterflies she felt in his presence mixed with that sense of calm and security where she no longer had to fear what she was sits firmly in the back of her mind. On top of that, she can still feel the loss. The grief she felt--that other Daneca on that other Barge--is so much deeper than what she felt when she found out the truth of what he did to Cassel. She also feels guilt over feeling any of that, over feeling the way she does about Sam, even about Cassel.]
[But even worse is knowing what she did to Scott.]
[She doesn't know how he's handling the idea of her being an emotion worker. Maybe he's as angry as Sam was when he found out she was without hearing it from her directly. Maybe he's furious about her working him at all. Daneca wouldn't blame him if he were; he would be if the situation were reversed. She doesn't go to Scott out of fear of his potential anger though. She's more concerned that he may still be worked or confused.]
[She's also aware that her secret wasn't the only one put out there for people to figure out or learn.]
[She knocks on his door and waits anxiously outside.]
voice.
So that was a flood, right? I read about them over the network, but I never expected it to be... [Her voice fades a little.] ...Like that.
This might seem like a really stupid question, but how do most of you recover from something like that?
spam.
So, do you usually try to get teenage girls drunk? Or is that just something you do when you're not busy saving Great Britain?
spam.
He's also still pretty disgusted with himself for hitting on Elena, so. There's that, too.]
spam.
So, have you? Saved Britain, I mean. You told me to forget everything about the movies.
spam.
I protect the Realm and Her Majesty's interests. [It's drawled, just lightly.]
Not usually so simple as saving Britain.
spam.
[Tell her all the things, Bond. She's not going to stop asking so tell her a thing.]
spam.
There was a rag-and-bone man who tried to deploy an absurd but dangerous weapon in a university in York.
spam.
What kind of weapon?
[She's frowning a little, but in interest.]
spam.
Called a Cutter. Fires razor sharp bits of titanium at hypervelocity. There was a researcher on the verge of a breakthrough. Would've ruined this pharmaceutical company. Hydt was using his company to steal intelligence - got the plans for the Cutter, and the company hired him to build it.
Sounds more absurd out loud than it did in a report.
spam.
[She rests her chin in the palm of her head, elbow on the bar.]
spam.
[He takes another drinking, eying her.] I got it.
I imagine the movies are more thrilling than waste disposal consortium owners. [Though he definitely almost died a few times, so.]
spam.
That had to have been more dangerous than you're making it sound.
spam.
[He also totally slept with her, and for once, sex is the last thing he wants on his mind.]
I was nearly buried alive, blown up, shot, shot again. [The way he says that, though, makes it seem as if that's a perfectly normal week for him.
And it kind of is.]
spam.
[She doesn't mean it to be accusatory, but she is really and intensely curious as to why he'd risk his life like that over and over again.]
[It definitely takes a certain kind of man.
spam.
[Someone who gives no thought to sacrificing life and limb to queen and country. Someone with no family, no grounding outside of the job. He goes to work, he goes on missions, and sometimes he gets to sleep in his own flat. He likes it that way.]
And I'm very good at it.
[Or he was, up until M decided she couldn't trust him to finish a job.]
spam.
[Daneca raises a slight brow.]
[She doesn't just mean being very good at violence or what have you.]
spam.
Don't you have anything better to be doing?
spam.
But if you really want me to go, I will.
spam.
Blew up a hotel once.
spam.
A hotel? There weren't people inside still were there?
spam.
Some. [He's actually never given much thought to other occupants, incidental casualties.]
Most I meant to kill.
spam.
spam.
It was a good opportunity.
spam.
So you were trying to kill the agent and the general. Who's Quantum though?
spam.
A criminal organization. Apolitical, dealt with dictators and liberators. I took them apart.
[Bit by bit, with the information he got from Greene. He hasn't considered them in recent years, but he is afraid, some nights, that they have only slipped out of reach again.]
spam.
[You killed them all? You sent them on an early retirement? You sent them exploding chocolates? What Bond? What?]
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.