lastrat

[Spam for Slade and Vesper]

( there was one thing on his mind )

[Open spam for Zero]

( warnings for vague allusions to that awful scene at the end of Casino Royale )

[Filtered to Peter, Slade, Chris, Sandoval, Lisbeth, Lark and Tyrion]

[Some time after this thread.] Room ten, level six, if you need a safe place.

[Yeah, that's it. He will spend half the time guarding that door with a gun, while he's in, but given how shaken this whole thing has left him, he's on high alert, and really he just wants to know that everyone is alive and hasn't thrown themselves out a window yet. It's an odd way of checking in.

[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?