Even machines need fuel

[spottedprick]

WHO: Q & whoever might come across him on the street
WHERE: A few block away from Bond's his loft in the city.
WHEN: Early evening 20th May
WARNINGS: Prat Q but more warnings may be added depending on tags that happen
SUMMARY: Q walking home with groceries because even genius brats need to eat.
FORMAT: Starting prose, will change to match.

Having successfully removed most of Bond's booze from the fridge, Q had discovered that he had very very little to eat in the relatively comfortable loft. While he was the sort to go without much more than tea for a couple of days, eventually he needed food. When that little food had run out, he'd had to concede that he needed to get groceries after all. He'd finished setting up his security systems at his new home and finishing such a project usually called for some refuelling. 

So, Q had searched for a nearby sizeable supermarket and purchased the essentials (i.e. tea and bread) before leisurely strolling back home. He was aware that he looked far too much like a teenager getting food after several all-nighters working on an assignment but he figured that might be for his benefit actually - after all, why would people have to cause to pay attention to a student, right?

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[topslug]

As it happened, Q wasn't the only one walking home with groceries -- or in Yako's case, it was more like she was struggling with them. That had more to do with the fact that she was attempting to carry six bags of groceries at once, having to weave back and forth in the street to compensate for the way the weight in the bags occasionally shifted and slid around.

She was more than used to the exertion by now, and she was in better of control of it than she looked, but she still made for an interesting -- if haphazard -- sight.

[spottedprick]

Q paused when he saw the woman and her rather cumbersome load of shopping. He wasn't one for random acts of good samaritanism but even he had to stop to try to help.

"Excuse me, miss? Do you need some help...?"

[topslug]

It took a bit of effort for Yako to poke her head out around the bags in her arms to offer Q a grin--

"Ah, no, thank you, I think I'll be--"

--before it quickly turned into a look of alarm as a packet of spaghetti started to attempt to escape one of the bags, yielding to gravity, and she shuffled back quickly to keep her balance the way it was supposed to be, breathing out a sigh.

"... Well, I do need it. If you're sure it's all right."

[spottedprick]

"It is," he answered simply, moving closer and taking a couple of bags off her.

[topslug]

She offered him a small, grateful smile as he took them, shuffling the remaining bags around so that she could get a proper look at him.

"I live at the MAC. It's not too far from here." Of course, whether or not he was an ImPort -- sometimes, it was hard to tell -- that would let him know easily enough that she was an import herself.

[spottedprick]

"Ah, yes the MAC. I lived there until just the other week."

Q smiled a bit and began to walk with Yako towards the MAC. "Have you been here long?"

[topslug]

"I've been here since March, so a little over two months by now." So he was another ImPort as well. She couldn't free a hand up to offer to shake his, so she just shot him a smile over the bags in her arms.

"We must have just missed each other. My name's Yako Katsuragi."

[doubleoohbaby]

When James had decided to check up on his favourite little Quartermaster, he hadn't actually expected him not to be there. The idea of Q venturing out into the world hadn't even occurred to him, in fact, but logically he supposes even the biggest nerd has to scutter out for the essentials every now and then.

Naturally James doesn't wait around, Bond doesn't do waiting, especially not standing around outside a place that, according to all contracts, is still very much his own. Without much thought on the matter he's momentarily fiddling with the locks before gaining access and carefully closing up behind him. Q won't mind, surely, not if Bond's just checking up on how everything is going.

When he checks the cupboards and fridge, he realises the reason for Q's absence, but Bond still manages to dig up a nice bottle of alcohol to keep him entertained.

[spottedprick]

Q eventually made it back home and fumbled for the keys. Just as he was about to put key in lock, he frowned and leaned forward, staring at the keyhole. He then straightened and drew the standard issue handgun from the back of his trouser waistband, cocking it and hiding it behind his shopping bag held to his chest before unlocking the door one-handed.

[doubleoohbaby]

No need for any concern, Q.

James is merely drinking down a glass of whiskey with plenty of ice, lounging on the sofa as he flicks through a newspaper idly, one leg casually crossed over the other. As Q enters, Bond peers up, eyeing up the Quartermaster and his bag of shopping.

"Took your bloody time."

[spottedprick]

Q stares at the blonde arrogant asshole agent and sighed, going straight for the kitchen and setting his gun and shopping down on the counter.

"You could have messaged me to let me know you were dropping in."

[doubleoohbaby]

A grunt at that, as if the mere idea of calling in advance is a totally ridiculous notion. As if he'd warn Q of him coming over. That'd just give him a chance at running away.

"I do hope you've got a licence for that firearm." Yeah, he noticed it from the start. He's trained to notice those sort of things.

[spottedprick]

Q put the kettle on before putting away the meager supplies of tea, biscuits and milk. "Of course I do," came the scoffed response.

quick if that's okay with you!!

[carbonite]

(Beer, beer, beer, beer, that's what was missing from the ship. Actually, what was missing from the ship was a decent engine that could get him from one place to the other in the shortest amount of time. What was the problem was that he couldn't figure out how to do that. So, he does what any other great mind would do and opts for the beer option.

After all, who doesn't need a beer every once and a while? It's past five and somewhere on some planet, there would be a person that agreed with him. Should he stop by James' place? He might want some beer to go with a complimentary ride around the bay.

Han could be found outside James' apartment, loitering and waiting for the spy to come out.)

[spottedprick]

[Q stops a distance away from the man loitering before his place, frowning at the stranger. Not trusting strangers, he withdraws his gun from his lower back and hides it behind his shopping bag and resumes walking to his place.]

Can I help you?

[carbonite]

(han looks up, tilting his head at the kid before shrugging.)

Nah, don't worry about it. I'm waiting for a friend of mine.

[spottedprick]

[Staaaaares.] Bond leased this facility to me. You should be sble to find him at that mansion he calls an apartment.

[carbonite]

Bond? (Wow, seriously who calls him that?)

You mean James, right? Who the hell calls him Bond?

[spottedprick]

I do. [The "duh" is unvoiced but clear in his face.]

[usavatar]

Steve is jogging the opposite direction, not in uniform now but still rather distinct. He runs like a soldier, with the left-right-left-right rhythm of someone listening to a chant.

He entertains the vague idea that he should probably find groceries for himself, given the mishmash of goods and ancient take-out in the Avengers' kitchen. He pauses in his run, still bouncing from foot to foot in place, in order to speak to the boy as he passes. "Excuse me. I'm new to the city - where would I find the nearest grocer?"

[spottedprick]

Q stopped and answered with a bland smile, "Oh, Captain Rogers - you should be able to find one on the corner of the intersection two blocks from here."

Yes, he checked your ID after conversing on the network.

[usavatar]

That gets him to stop jogging in place, because he recognizes the voice. "Mr... Q."

He checked, too. Steve studies the whippet-thin man with interest, wondering where he stacks up on a scale of... well, himself to Dr. Banner or Stark. He's clearly intelligent and clearly doesn't mind making his intelligence known. "You seem to be settling in all right."

[spottedprick]

Q's smile remained, vague as it was. "I've been managing. I see you're managing just fine yourself."

[not_really_charlie]

Charlie was shopping for her own necessities as it happened. Computer gear, hot pockets, veggies, steaks... basically a hosh posh of whatever looked good when she saw it, and which didn't make her look ridiculous when she carried it home it paper bags (not plastic.)

She was also carrying her computer on her back, mentally surfacing the web while she walked - a perk of her super powers. Maybe that's why she wasn't particularly paying attention. Until she nearly walked straight into Q, anyway.

Then it was just a fumbling of bags and a desperate attempt not to fall as the paper bag started to split open in her hand from the slipping food.

[spottedprick]

Q stumbled a bit and nearly dropped his own groceries, frowning a bit at the woman who had looked like she was paying attention to the path in front of her. "... My apologies, I wasn't watching where I was going."

His voice might have been a bit terse.