capeandcowllogs | Mission of International Importance!

WHO: The Doctor, James Bond as the Companion, and Zatanna as the Chaperon!
WHERE: Buckingham Palace
WHEN: Friday Evening GMT
WARNINGS: nada
SUMMARY: Two of England's national treasures are off to have a conversation with Her Majesty Queen
FORMAT: whatever

An ImBargo Act? In England!? The very idea was laughable until, of course, it turned out to be quite real. Oh the words ol' Liz had started to say over the phone. George would have been appalled! One good thing was it seemed that she was on the side of the ImPorts, or at least on the side of the Doctor. What this act of Navtivism called for was a serious discussion with the Head of State and who better to join him than good old James Bond?

The TARDIS landed at Bond's front door with it's signature sound (yes, he quite enjoyed having the girl around again) and the Doctor pulled the door open so that he could knock on Bond's door. There were plenty of planets that had forbidden the Doctor from popping up, but not one of them had ever succeeded in keeping him away, and this Vulcanus certainly wouldn't be the first!

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James was still inwardly seething over the announcement made, and yet attempting to deal with it like a mature adult sure. It wasn't easy as James was rarely mature, but he'd still managed to not punch anything yet or kill anyone, so that was something.

He'd got Zee over the second he'd agreed a visit with the Doctor, and now smiled over at her with something that miiiight just be nervousness as he hears a knock on the door. Holy shit, he gets to go in the TARDIS and meet with the Queen again. Best night ever, even if it was coming off the back of something awful.

"Ready?" He questions quietly before swinging the door open to the Doctor and offering a vague nod of greeting, nicely decked out in a super smart looking suit. "Doctor."

The Doctor wasn't so fashionably dressed. In fact he was wearing what he normally wore. Seeing Bond all gussied up made him grin widely. "Mr. Bond, we have a mission." He slapped his hands together and laughed. "Oh, I've always wanted to say that. Well, not that exactly, but--ZATANNA!" Pushing into the house he was all smiles and awkward Not-Hugging-But-Wanting-To.

"Oh, your dressed nice." Not that she normally was horrible looking. NOT that he noticed. Ugh, why did young women insist on dressing sans proper trousers!?

Zatanna's already covering her mouth to hide a smirk. This is definitely going to be an interesting trip, considering James and the Doctor are two very distinct people. They both have very large personalities. She might have to leave early in order to save her relationships with each of them.

"Hello." She beams until he continues, an eyebrow shooting up and a hand finding its way to her hip. "Thanks, I appreciate the compliment." She doesn't sound particularly pleased.

The night has barely begun and James is already rolling his eyes at the Doctor the moment they meet. Between the pop culture references and the over-excitability, James isn't sure he's going to manage the whole night without hurting himself or someone else. Hopefully he won't resort to punching the Queen. That'd probably be a bad idea.

"You really must show us around the TARDIS." Yup, noticing that tone from Zatanna, James cuts in to usher the Doctor away from his home and off towards the phone box before more can be said. See, Zee, he has your best interests at heart.

A chance to show James Bond around the TARDIS? Nothing could distract him from this moment. Bouncing to the door and with a snap of his fingers the door to the TARDIS opens. The warm glow of the interior lights calls out, beckoning to those with adventure in their hearts.

With a smile threatening to break his face, the Doctor bows slightly. "Ladies first?"

If it had been James who had said that to her, she would have bowed right on back and told him that by all means, he should head on in first. But, it was the Doctor. She was less of a terror when it came to harassing him (usually, anyway). Zatanna slides a hand through her hair as she walks on in and tries not to seem too impressed. Her house is way more cool, anyway.

"Not bad, Doc."

James follows Zee in (the Doctor can wait), peering around with an avid curiosity for all the shiny. It was different from how James' remembered it, but then again he'd barely seen it since Four was around, and that really was some time ago.

"Not bad at all," he reiterates, moving towards the console and reaching to poke things because that's what he does.

The Doctor closes the door and runs over to the console frowning. "Not bad? Not bad? I've have the mind to leave you on some island somewhere. Not bad. It's Rory all over again."

Without looking he flips a few switches and that familiar sound starts up as the TARDIS dematerializes. Only a few seconds later they're landing and the Doctor is flipping more switches still grumbling about Bond's lack of awe. It only takes a moment for him to finish his scans before he's jumping back and heading to the door. "Let's see if this is 'Not bad.'"

The door opened to reveal an overly decorated and yet somehow familiar study. "Liz? Liz, you about? I want to introduce you to two friends, but don't be surprised if they're not impressed with your fancy new hat."

Zatanna is examining the inside when she catches the end of the Doctor's little rant. "Rory..." She hadn't thought about him in a while. Things were good -- great, even! -- but he had been the first real friend she'd made here.

It's a good thing that he starts up the TARDIS as it makes for a good distraction. Zatanna would never admit to it, but the initial start-up did leave her stomach feeling a bit gurgly, despite it being very similar to teleportation in feel (maybe it was just fangirlish glee, then?). She shuffles beside James and loops her arm around his to steady herself. She'll hover around the Doctor on the trip back.

She takes a deep breath and heads on out with a sunny grin.

It'd be a total lie to say James isn't mildly gleeful about being inside the TARDIS and watching the Doctor run around inside and somehow making it work with what seems like a total lack of organisation. It's not often that James really gets fanboy moments, but the Doctor was one his childhood heroes, the sort of show he'd watch as a teen and hide behind the sofa whenever anything scary happened-- not... that he was scared by the show or anything. Nope.

By the time they've arrived moments later, James is busying himself with straightening his tie and trying to make himself look as presentable as possible in front of yet another one of his idols: the Queen.

Good ol' Queenie has been doing a rather good job of hosting this little party, socialising and showing interest in people and whatever else she does at these gatherings, but even she's allowed some alone time to retreat to the study as the evening draws in. Oddly she's not surprised by the appearance of a phone box in the room, nor is she fazed by the Doctor wandering out with two friends.

James, on the other hand, is practically standing to attention, chest out and chin up, although at least offering an arm out for Zee to take so he can remain looking a total gentleman.

The Doctor is quickly in the Queen's space with a smile and always happy greeting. "How's Charlie?" He doesn't wait for an answer before he's moving back to his friends and placing his arm around Bond's shoulder. "I think introductions are necessary. I'm sure you know Mr. Bond here." Spinning around he mirrors his earlier stance with an arm around Zatanna. "And this is Zatanna Zatara, also an ImPort and quite handy with a bow tie."

His entire body is buzzing with excitement, which really isn't anything new. There's something about traveling with Companions, no matter how temporary, that gets his hearts pumping over time. This dimension limited in ways he didn't like to think about, but this little trip was bring back that old feeling. Even the TARDIS was buzzing. He briefly wondered if it would be bad form to take Liz up to the moon while she was entertaining guests.

Zatanna takes James' arm; close, but not too close. A little stiff. Proper. Her free arm remains straight as she walks and curled slightly against her hip when they stop.

She allows herself to be introduced and offers a small bow and pleasant, warm smile. She won't say anything unless addressed. It's different than meeting the president and performing for him or his kids. This isn't her turf and this is more business than pleasure. If anyone was going to get anywhere this evening about this whole anti-imPort whatever it would be James and the Doctor. Two charming, good-looking guys? Easy-peasy.

Mission of International Importance!

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guysssss skip me if i don't reply in 24 hours? :(

but then i take forever to reply too

god the three of us are like slow old men

why didn't you skip me :(