open ♔ valentine's day

[romanticidal]

♬ Careless Whisper - George Michael

WHO || Anyone and their special someone [Closed]
WHAT || Various Valentine's Day activities
WHERE ||Anywhere
WHEN || Feb 14th, 2016
HOW || Actionspam or Prose

[ It's Valentine's Day! ( aka Singles Awareness Day )  Assume that all missions that are posted already are going out after this. ♥ ]

Comments

[certainproclivity]

[it's cute that you think he likes you that much, Syd.] That's a bit too heavy a story for coffee, Agent Bristow. I'd prefer to keep this simple- how we met, our dealings with one another, and how we can expect our current alliance to play out with all that in mind.

[he waves a hand.] Full disclosure. We're quite a long way from who and what we used to be, but one can't clear a slate that's already been erased, in your case, and I'm in no position to desire to take advantage of that.

[he cants his head, smirking just a tiny bit.] Your organization has made me a bit chivalrous, I suppose.

[superswank]

[ she flashes back to her conversation with sweets about sark. about how the alternative is to call her father and have that conversation.

her jaw sets. she's not going to make this easy for him, at least. her tone is flat and unimpressed as she says: ] And you had to pick today of all days?

[certainproclivity]

Do you already have plans?

[.....wait. does she????]

[superswank]

[ THANKS FOR RUBBING IT IN, SARK ] That's not the point. [ fine. whatever. ] Where are we going?

[certainproclivity]

I have a reservation at the Clos Maggiore. [like he really didn't expect her to say no. or expected her to say no and was like well fine i can find ANOTHER girl to take to the nice fancy restaurant.

but she said yes, so he's just gonna... open the passenger side door for her. :)]

[superswank]

[ she rolled a 2 on that knowledge local check but that sure sounds like the kind of place you need to make a reservation for long in advance on VALENTINE'S DAY. w/e she's going to aggressively not think about it. and give him a little bit of a glare for opening the door too, like I CAN HANDLE IT MYSELF SARK. ] Of course you do.

[certainproclivity]

What? [innocently I always eat lunch there. [He's actually probably not lying about that, because he's an utter priss. whatevs. he'll even let you close the door, sydney, since you're a strong independent woman, as he walks over to the driver's side.

this is gonna be a fun hour drive.]

[superswank]

Right. [ SLAM. she buckles up and then folds her arms, looking straight ahead while he pulls away from the front steps. there's a tense silence for a few as they head towards the gate before she says: ] Is that what you've been doing with yourself?

[certainproclivity]

No, I've been preparing my defense for Audrey Peterson's trial. [like he's supposed to be doing.] Among other things. I do still have my own job, after all. Miraculous how much freelance work one can do these days without leaving London.

[superswank]

I assume you're being a bit more discriminating when it comes to picking employers.

[certainproclivity]

Oh yes. Now I always screen to make absolute certain they aren't attempting to commit global genocide or planning to enslave the entire world.

[dry as the fucking sahara. also he's driving like a baller with a 25 drive check. oooh so sexy.]

[superswank]

I'm glad you think it's entertaining. [ SOME OF US ALSO ACCIDENTALLY WORKED FOR BAD GUYS

AND NEVER FOUND IT A LAUGHING MATTER ]

[certainproclivity]

I don't like to dwell on my mistakes. [it would be like admitting he makes them.] We've all done things we're not exceptionally proud of.

[He has way less than he should have, but that's neither here nor there.]

[superswank]

If we don't learn from our mistakes, we'll just keep making them.

[certainproclivity]

At least you don't have to worry about Wynn turning out to be another Sloane.

[oh yeah, Sark just fucking come out and say it, why don't you.]

[superswank]

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That's the last thing I'm worried about.

[certainproclivity]

Well, we've confirmed that's one thing that hasn't slipped your mind.

[what a terrible thing to remember.] I'm not interested in working for another Arvin Sloane, myself.

[especially since, last he knew, Sloane decided to take his endgame to the next stage and left him rotting in CIA prison.] Though I imagine that was what drew me to St. Andrew- a disquieting familiarity. I suppose those of us who find ourselves here would rather stick to the familiar, rather than start anew.

[he glances her way.] As I've said, that hasn't worked out thus far for me.

[superswank]

How much do you know? About Sloane, and SD-6.

[certainproclivity]

That SD-6 and its related cells operated as a terrorist branch using unwitting agents to do its bidding, including you, until you defected to the CIA. For the most part, Sloane used his to collect artifacts.

[he looks positively coolly annoyed by that. or maybe it's the fact that he actually remembers less about all this than he says. it's not his fault the world revolves around Sydney Bristow.]

[superswank]

And you. Were you an unwitting agent, or was this a St. Andrew situation too?

[certainproclivity]

I thwarted an assassination attempt on Sloane's life strictly to gain access to SD-6's resources and his cooperation.

[so basically.] I'm never unwitting. Perhaps cautiously optimistic that my employers aren't world-dominating sociopaths, rather than warlords and leaders of criminal syndicates, but never unwitting.

[superswank]

You should have let it succeed.

His cooperation for what?

[certainproclivity]

That wouldn't have been provident.

[he focuses on the road, going quiet, and just when it seems like he's just gonna leave her in suspense, he asks:] I don't suppose you remember much about Rambaldi, do you?

[superswank]

Am I supposed to?

[certainproclivity]

I can't imagine why you'd choose to, if you had a choice. I'm certain not remembering makes your life inherently less complicated.

[he halfway grimaces.]

He was a 15th century philosopher, though some believed him to be more of a prophet. Sloane and my former employer were two such people, and due to Sloane amassing such a collection of Rambaldi artifacts as to rival anyone else's, it was practical that we combined our resources.