♠ | 029 | Video

[lastrat]

[Bond is very, very grumpy looking when the video comes on. Very. Very. Grumpy. He's also looking a little ridiculous, because the suit he's wearing - one of his best, Tom Ford in dark gray, with lighter pinstripes - is not fitting him as well as it usually does. It doesn't quite hang off him - James has never been scrawny - but there is noticeable room in his shoulders, at his waist, even in his god damned shirt. And he is not happy about it. Under his arm, he's holding a navy cap, and behind him there are strewn pieces of his naval uniform. Which may soon be making a reappearance, since it's the only thing that might fit properly.] I don't suppose the Admiral's considered skipping a week, rather than putting us through something absurd. [This glare is all for the Admiral. And anyone who brings on the mockery. He's already shrugging the jacket off, dropping the hat in the process.] Don't bloody wish for anything! [Rocking Tom Ford means he can throw that jacket on the ground before reaching out to kill the feed.] (ooc: replies will come from jumpedup!)

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[imfollowinghim]

That's what this is?

[Says Bucky, who is holding a certain extremely patriotic looking shield and looking sort of pissed off. So don't fucking judge, he will slap you with it.]

What the hell did you wish for?

[jumpedup]

A stroll down memory lane.

[Younger knees. Which he is not admitting too. B( He eyes the shield, raises his eyebrows. He's gonna fucking judge. He's not even asking outloud, it's all there on his face. His judgey, judgey face.]

[imfollowinghim]

[Oh fuck you, buddy. B(]

It's not mine.

[jumpedup]

[Judgey. Face.

Srsly wtf did you wish for Bucky.]

video;

[thefuckup]

[ TJ's just going to be swatting at the birds circling his head as they try to nest up in his hair and lay their eggs. STOP WISHING TO GET LAID, TJ. ] What do wishes have to do with-- I didn't wish for any goddamn birds!

video;

[jumpedup]

[TJ STOP THAT INSTANTLY. Bond snorts at the sight.]

Is that an egg?

Re: video;

[thefuckup]

[TJ stops flailing against the birds and just glowers very seriously at the screen. Meanwhile, his little avian friends land in his hair and chirp happily.]

So what if it is?

[strangehistorian]

Wishes? Are you sure?

[jumpedup]

[He notices something off screen, gives an exasperated sigh and holds it up. It's a model of a ship - the HMS Vesper, though he doesn't let the name show.]

Reasonably certain.

[strangehistorian]

Hm. I suppose it is an easily testable hypothesis.

...I wish that the library had a more efficient card catalogue.

[Chromie suddenly squeaks in surprise as thousands of cards appear in midair and flutter down around her, nearly burying her.]

[shakenandlimp]

Too late. ...take my advice as well, don't ask for anything 'under your feet'. I have been unstrapping deck planking from my feet all morning.

[jumpedup]

What in the world did you wish for? [He's a touch amused despite himself. But only a touch.]

[shakenandlimp]

To stand on the deck of my ship again. Well, these bits of planking may well be exactly the deck of the Nonsuch, but that's all I've got of her.

[He rolls his eyes, good natured about the trick the flood has played on him.]

[mistconduct]

Wow.

You look like shit.

[jumpedup]

Next time we go to a proper city, I'm taking you to have your eyes checked.

[mistconduct]

I wear contacts. Bet you didn't know that about me.

Still look like shit, by the way.

[halfofeverything]

My. That's...an awful cut on you. You look like you're off to Mass in the wrong suit.

[This is Alec being sympathetic. And laughing. But mostly it's sympathy because it's not like his own clothes are any better.]

[jumpedup]

[Bond doesn't trust sympathy. Not from Alec, not even when it seems. Genuine. What is happening here.]

And when's the last time I attended Mass?

[halfofeverything]

Not even for the free wine?

[A flash of a grin; it's more a poke at the fact that he and James practically live in pubs, than a dig at James's habitual drinking. (Alec can hardly be judgmental at this point in his life anyway--that will come later.)]

[patheticvillain]

Oh my god.

You look like such a dork.

[MOCKERY BROUGHT.]

[jumpedup]

I will wring your neck.

[Or buy him a proper suit. Or. Something.]

[patheticvillain]

No way, I'll just run away.

What's that thing on the floor behind you? Is that a fucking-- is that a uniform?

[myresponsibility]

If you need to borrow some better fitting clothes, just saying- [ask him?? o wait] You might have to ask someone shorter.

[jumpedup]

Get out.

[Of the ship. Something. Off the network. Shoo you giant bean pole bastard.]

[myresponsibility]

I would, I really would, but right now, I literally physically can't.

I'm stuck to a wall.