My (your) favorite spy
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impulsereaderVery happily, the Much Ado sequence is beginning to gel in my head. Apparently my brain has self-preservation protocols built in which held off on this until I was done and had safely posted the first bit (being TSP woo hoo!). I can now begin working on the important bit while I use the Baker Street Interludes as caramelly-centred snack breaks.
This year (the Much Ado year) we are all about spies. In fact, in late-breaking news from the invisible being whispering into my brain: John paused, shook his head slightly in disbelief. “Hang on,” he said, “are you saying there’s a spy convention going on down the village?” “Well, I don’t believe they name it as such,” Mycroft sniffed, “but essentially, yes.”
I have plenty of competent investigators on the ground (J&S, Lestrade & Martin [Competent!Martin, yes, really] Hannay & Arbuthnot, Claude & Grandmere [yup, French Resistance] and Not Anthea [to whom I may need to issue a name this time around]) each of whom I need to give a plot line. So what I really need are some spies. Please feel free to fill out some or all of the requested criteria. Partially-filled info will serve as super secret mystery spy inspiration, so don’t be afraid to just flail round a bit. As always, I’m also open to *cough* borrowing an entire character if you have a favourite to offer up rather than making up someone new. In fact, take any character you’d like to see, and give them some motivation to become a spy!
**Do please note all spies are likely to be baddies; you don’t have to specify evil motivations, but don’t be surprised when your spy is thwarted within the story.**
Please feel free to submit as many spies as you like. The more spies the better!
Name:
Alias:
Country of employ:
Country of actual employ if other than above:
Country of actual actual employ if different from either of above:
Gender:
Age:
Motivation (read as, why he/she became a spy - could be accidental):
Weapon of choice:
Gadget of choice:
Vehicle of choice (air, sea, land, etc.):
Opinion on 007 (please specify incarnation):
Reason for wanting to attend our convention (read as, travel to England):
Medical condition (if any):
General demeanour:
Ultimate goal: Professional:
Ultimate goal: Personal:
Plot line you would like to see if I can manage it:
Other notes/observations (go wild!):
This year (the Much Ado year) we are all about spies. In fact, in late-breaking news from the invisible being whispering into my brain: John paused, shook his head slightly in disbelief. “Hang on,” he said, “are you saying there’s a spy convention going on down the village?” “Well, I don’t believe they name it as such,” Mycroft sniffed, “but essentially, yes.”
I have plenty of competent investigators on the ground (J&S, Lestrade & Martin [Competent!Martin, yes, really] Hannay & Arbuthnot, Claude & Grandmere [yup, French Resistance] and Not Anthea [to whom I may need to issue a name this time around]) each of whom I need to give a plot line. So what I really need are some spies. Please feel free to fill out some or all of the requested criteria. Partially-filled info will serve as super secret mystery spy inspiration, so don’t be afraid to just flail round a bit. As always, I’m also open to *cough* borrowing an entire character if you have a favourite to offer up rather than making up someone new. In fact, take any character you’d like to see, and give them some motivation to become a spy!
**Do please note all spies are likely to be baddies; you don’t have to specify evil motivations, but don’t be surprised when your spy is thwarted within the story.**
Please feel free to submit as many spies as you like. The more spies the better!
Name:
Alias:
Country of employ:
Country of actual employ if other than above:
Country of actual actual employ if different from either of above:
Gender:
Age:
Motivation (read as, why he/she became a spy - could be accidental):
Weapon of choice:
Gadget of choice:
Vehicle of choice (air, sea, land, etc.):
Opinion on 007 (please specify incarnation):
Reason for wanting to attend our convention (read as, travel to England):
Medical condition (if any):
General demeanour:
Ultimate goal: Professional:
Ultimate goal: Personal:
Plot line you would like to see if I can manage it:
Other notes/observations (go wild!):
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Date: 2012-09-09 02:36 pm (UTC)Name: Julia Child
Alias: The French Chef
Country of employ: United States
Country of actual employ if other than above: PBS
Country of actual actual employ if different from either of above: The hearts and stomachs of millions of formerly timid American chefs
Gender: Female
Age: Kind of the problem. She'd be 100 years old, except that she died in 2004.
Motivation (read as, why he/she became a spy - could be accidental): because (get this!) she was too tall to enlist in the women's branches of the military!
Weapon of choice: Chef knife and butter. Lots of butter.
Gadget of choice: Usually a wire whisk, but she's come around to accepting the stand mixer and the food processor
Vehicle of choice (air, sea, land, etc.): Delivery truck
Opinion on 007 (please specify incarnation): Whoever he is, he's an amateur
Reason for wanting to attend our convention (read as, travel to England): Because English cooking is even more in need of improvement than American cooking. Also, a lengthy coastline, so she can test out the shark repellant she helped develop
Medical condition (if any): None. The woman ate creamy French food and lived to be almost 92 years old. She has the constitution of a horse.
General demeanour: Insanely cheerful, shrieking about "absolutely lovely [insert weird food item here] in that characteristic high-pitched voice of hers, so what if you mess up in the kitchen, you can always rescue things, and none of your guests need ever know
Ultimate goal: Professional: Revolutionize the way people think about food
Ultimate goal: Personal: Lull everyone into a food coma so she can take over the world. Also, make a perfect Tarte Tatin.
Plot line you would like to see if I can manage it: The time she cooked up a batch of Primordial Soup. Seriously. There is video. I have a copy I can send you, or we can head down to the Museum of Science and Industry, which I think still plays it.
Other notes/observations (go wild!): Just . . . this.
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Date: 2012-09-09 03:30 pm (UTC)