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Domino ([personal profile] headsideup) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-12-07 04:19 pm

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WHO: Eve and Q
WHERE: A fancy restaurant in the City
WHEN:12/7, evening
WARNINGS: tba
SUMMARY: Spy bonding. Sans Bond.
FORMAT: para to start, than anything goes

She’d personally scouted the area out two hours before the dinner. A force of habit, particularly after making the reservations under her own name. Even in a world with no one to care enough about who she was or what she worked for to try and kill her for it, training ran deep. Bond hadn’t made much use of an alias since his first arrival from all she could tell, and so- given the information she’d gathered thus far- there didn’t appear to be much point in trying to keep one herself. As suddenly immersed in science-fiction as she found herself, Eve had no intention of becoming some sort of duel-identity vigilante.

There was nothing found in the scouting, of course. The restaurant was nothing more or less than what it advertised as. This didn’t stop her from arriving half an hour just to be sure; observing the coming and going guests as she waited at the bar, dressed in the evening gown she’d arrived in the City in. The only item in the entire ensemble she’d changed was that, in place of the metallic suitcase, a small clutch now sat beside her glass of wine on the bar. And, of course, an estimated-to-fit-a-certain-prodigy-of-a-quartermaster dinner jacket draped over the back of her chair. Q was outstandingly effective at his job. For anything outside of that, Eve maintained a healthy dose of skepticism.

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