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WHO:

theheterodyne
WHERE: Spark Roast
WHEN: Whenever works
SUMMARY: Spies need caffeine to keep as active as they do, so where better to go than a coffee shop? Plus, strange gadgets ftw
WARNINGS: Science, gadgets, caffeine. All very offensive stuff
FORMAT: Whatever :D

Caffeine is known to make the world go round, not to mention keep active business types running through their long days and nights. And really, James Bond could easily be mistaken for a flashy British businessman, well dressed and efficient as he is, wearing easy smiles and expensive suits.

He's settled himself off to one corner of the coffee shop, typing away on the latest Sony laptop between idle staring that seems to be little more than people watching. It takes some time for him to even notice he's run low on coffee, considering his options before eventually choosing upon leaving everything on the table and heading over to the till (no one will try stealing his unattended laptop, not unless they want to have several broken limbs).

James almost gets around to ordering another black coffee for himself, before being entirely distracted by a small... well, it seems like a robot thing of sorts, which naturally has his attention within seconds because Bond is a gadget nut.

Just... give him a second while he tries poking it.

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The second he's walked in, Bond has his attention all over the place, gaze darting between all the objects, tools, projects and everything else.

"Looks like you're a busy woman," he says, approaching a nearby workbench and picking up what he assumes is something half finished and trying to work out what the hell it does, or will do.

"I am, yes, but it's a good kind of busy," she replies, raising her eyebrows at his curiosity. It was a good thing for them both that it wasn't one of the explosive ones.

Just to keep said explosive and potentially dangerous stuff out of his hands, she hums a short order to some of her 'bots, which whisk those items away. No sense blowing anything up just yet, right?

As it was, the one he was playing with? Beeps warningly three times, then partly unfolds itself into what looks like a scanner of some sort. As stated, it's not done yet.

There's some distraction from the 'bots that start clearing away a few of the items, which James is trying to get a look at just in case they're something of interest that he's going to miss his chance of playing with. But then whatever he's holding beeps several times and he's straight back to staring at it.

Despite the clear warning the noise provides, Bond seems to have absolutely no concern that said item in his hands might be any danger. Sometimes his self-preservation skills are absolutely appalling.

"What do you make all these for?"

He was going to give her headaches, she just knew it.

"Well, some are on commission, such as the beastie over there.." Here she gestured at the helicopter. "But most of them are for me, from my own ideas."

So this half made scanner thingy in his hands? Is now something which he is attempting to use. He's got no clue what it does but weeee maybe he can scan himself. Or this workbench. Or maybe her. He's trying it all. James Bond, MI6 super spy, has turned into a five year old boy with ADHD.

At least he's sparing a glance to the helicopter. "Who's that one for?"

Definitely headaches. She arches an eyebrow when he points the scanner at her.

"It doesn't work yet, because it's not finished."

Dear lord, he's worse than the Jager trio.

"It's for the police. They asked me to add some armor and upgrade the systems, but that's just so boring, so I'm doing that and the weaponry and a few more things besides."

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Now we all know how Q felt with an adolescent, fully grown male running around his workshop.

But wait, she's just mentioned weaponry and upgrades, and considering the scanner he's holding isn't even in working order yet, it's getting put down and James is heading straight for the helicopter. Hopefully he won't start touching too many buttons.

"You can do that?"

Didn't we all know that pain already?

She heaved a sigh and trailed him over towards the chopper.

"Yes, I can do that, and if you break anything, I will be most displeased." It's a pity that her Spark charisma doesn't work at all in the City. It would be much easier to discourage him if it did. Another soft hum, and one of her 'bots disengages the power to the helicopter. Just in case.

Pretty much.

Sadly for her he's already climbing into it, but maybe more lucky, by the time he's pressing anything, the power has already been switched off. That's actually mildly disappointing for him.

"... It's broken," he points out with a complete lack of maturity and mass amounts of sarcasm, now with added childish smirks. But goddammit he wanted to at least fire off some missiles or something.

"The power's off so I don't accidentally electrocute myself when I'm working on it," she replies with a raised eyebrow. Seriously, she's 18 and he's what. Older? And she's the mature one?

"I rather like my workshop and would rather not blow it up, besides."

Whatever, he doesn't care about her electrocuting herself much because there is far more interesting stuff to look at, and there's something deep within Bond that yearns for gadgets and the constant fiddling of them.

"How much do you charge for this sort of job?" He wants a pimped out helicopter-- oh wait, he has one already.

"That really depends on how much of a challenge it is, and what new stuff I can think of. Doing the same thing more than once gets boring."

He does have a moderately pimped helicopter, yes, but not as pimped as it could be.

"So you'd rather be allowed your creativity to run free?" James queries with a distracted kind of interest as he hops back out of the helicopter to check out the mods it's packing.

Maybe he could do with some stuff like this. He's not really sure what but... it all seems fairly appealing and if other superheroes get all their state of the art suits and masks, why can't he have a few gadgets?

"Of course. That's why I've got the coffee shop. To give me a little extra funding for my own projects," she replies, watching him hop out of the chopper with a little sigh of relief. It doesn't have too much in the way of mods yet; she's working on updating the systems in general.

Really, all James is after is more stuff to play with and attempt to blow up. He doesn't even need to try and blow things up, in all honesty, it's just something that tends to happen for him.

"What else have you got that's worth showing off?"

"Oh, all sorts of things, really, depending on what you're looking for."

Arching an eyebrow, she held out her communicator, pushing a button on it which caused it to reform itself into a strange-looking gun. Another push, and it was shortly another scanner.

"That..." Is something worthy of his attention, judging by the fact he's approaching rather swiftly to try and get a closer look. "Is fairly impressive."

And holding his hand out, because people should give him things when he wants them to because he's James Bond.

Yes, well, she's not the type to give someone something simply because they think she should.

Her frown says just that.

"Fairly impressive?"

Bond's had enough dealings with such glares from women to reconsider this.

"... Very impressive...?"

Much better. She's instantly smiles and sunshine again, and hands over the comm.

"Good answer."

If only it was that easy every time.

"I thought so," he smirks back, accepting the comm and turning it over in his hands. He's just seen her use it, plus he seems to have a slight knack for these things, so he's pressing what he assumes is the one for the gun-thingy.

She wasn't stupid, but also wasn't above that sort of manipulation of those around her. Hmph.

The button did nothing for him. Nothing at all. She grinned.

He's not exactly posing much threat at any rate, especially not while acting like a child.

"Hm. Security system?"

A very petulant child who actually reminded her of some friends back home, really.

"Yes, exactly. I could do the same to yours, if you wanted."

"You'd do that? What price?"

Security or not, Bond is still trying get past it because he likes to fiddle and test things out before he buys. Often that just means he accidentally destroys things, but oh well...