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Entry tags:
- [comm] lastvoyages,
- a train that will take you far away,
- ain't nobody got time for this,
- but it doesn't matter because we'll be,
- but you don't know for sure,
- cause this shit ain't real,
- cover identities who uses those,
- do you get the reference,
- fuck you quantum,
- fuck you too admiral,
- giving peeps shit about names since 2006,
- her name is actually poison ivy,
- it's inception!!,
- probably in a drug induced state,
- who name's their son lark,
- you're waiting for a train
♠ | 001 | Video
[Bond has been laying low, for the most part: investigating quietly, observing, looking for the Admiral and the Bridge and all the other things people initially told him he'd never see or find.
It galls him that they were right.
He's also spent his time half convinced that this is all a drug induced dream meant to obtain information from him. He still isn't sure either way, honestly, so when the video clicks on, Bond's face is inscrutable, because you're getting nothing from him, Quantum. When he talks, it's easy, smooth, because he is a very good bluffer.]
Suppose this is real. Suppose we are actually on a ship meant to cure us of our villainous ways. Tell me how it works. Tell me how often it works. And what do the wardens get out of it?
[He smiles, and it's easy but doesn't reach his eyes.]
While we're here, I've learned from my mistakes, 'Admiral.' [The inflection is small, but present: he really means Quantum.] Kindly send me back to live the quiet retired life, if you please. [There are much more important things than his immortal soul, or whatever the fuck this is supposed to be about, at stake after all.]
[Private to Ivy]
It strikes me that I may or may not owe you an apology.
[Private to Lark]
Heard anything?
It galls him that they were right.
He's also spent his time half convinced that this is all a drug induced dream meant to obtain information from him. He still isn't sure either way, honestly, so when the video clicks on, Bond's face is inscrutable, because you're getting nothing from him, Quantum. When he talks, it's easy, smooth, because he is a very good bluffer.]
Suppose this is real. Suppose we are actually on a ship meant to cure us of our villainous ways. Tell me how it works. Tell me how often it works. And what do the wardens get out of it?
[He smiles, and it's easy but doesn't reach his eyes.]
While we're here, I've learned from my mistakes, 'Admiral.' [The inflection is small, but present: he really means Quantum.] Kindly send me back to live the quiet retired life, if you please. [There are much more important things than his immortal soul, or whatever the fuck this is supposed to be about, at stake after all.]
[Private to Ivy]
It strikes me that I may or may not owe you an apology.
[Private to Lark]
Heard anything?
Private
Sean Connery, followed by others. You'll find you're something of a cultural institution.
[She says it in the same way that someone might say casual racism is a cultural institution. YOU'RE POPULAR BUT THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU OKAY.]
Private
Also he'd stop listening after 'YOU'RE POPULAR']
And what exploits did they bother with?
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[A beat; an apology to a pretty woman, real, not real, or plant, won't kill him.]
I'm sorry I hurt you.
Private
Accepted.
Private
I'd offer to buy you a drink to make up for it, but there seems to be very little by way of economy, here.
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