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[bitteraftertaste]

[Spam for Bond, backdated to the start of the flood] [The unfortunate part of floods like these when you're in a relationship with someone on the Barge is that you're very likely to wake up next to someone you've never seen before, and have no idea who they are and how you got there. This is generally made even more horrifying when you're a very unhappy teenager on the best of days, and waking up with an unfamiliar teenage boy spooning you is definitely a good way to ignite all sorts of latent intimacy and commitment issues that only vaguely have to do with the extremely unlikely chance that she lost control of herself long enough to wind up in this sort of situation. That kind of thing definitely does not happen to Vesper Lynd. Fortunately (?) Vesper is still asleep for the time being, and blissfully unaware that anything's amiss. Of course, that really means it's just a matter of time before the shit hits the fan and she realizes what the hell is actually going on here.] [Public] [Vesper addresses the Barge a little while later, once she's had more opportunity to encounter her ex-roommate James' behavior. She looks like she's about fifteen, but she sits so her back is ramrod straight, her shoulders squared and head held high, making it more or less unmistakeable that this girl is confident and self assured and not in the mood to take anyone's bullshit, even if they're an adult and she is - technically - a child. Really, this is just a carefully constructed mask, but no one needs to know that. Obviously.] Is there anyone whose supposed to be assuming responsibility for James Bond? [This is being said in a way that suggests she thinks you are doing a terrible job of it, whoever you are.]

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[brothermayi]

Sounds like you, probably.

[terribleshield]

I don't think so. [ABSOLUTELY NO WAY.] I meant an adult.

[brothermayi]

You sound like you know what's best.

[terribleshield]

If he's someone's responsibility, [And she says it like she's 120% sure that he is.] They should know that they should probably intervene before he makes another child cry.

[tactical_alert]

[Well, the name James Bond certainly pings him. And also anyone talking about ~*responsibility*~, let's be honest.]

I don't think anyone is really responsible for much of anyone else at the current moment. Is there a problem? Beyond the apparent, that is.

[terribleshield]

It sounded as though some adults were taking responsibility for specific children.

[tactical_alert]

Concern for those they care about, and general care about the wellbeing of children, possibly.

[terribleshield]

And he doesn't have that? Someone who cares.

[She doesn't sound like she feels sorry for him, more like she's just clarifying for information.]

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[jumpeduplittleshit]

[He goes from protectively curled around her - as is his wont - as an adult, to just leaning his head on her shoulder as a teenager. His arm is still around her waist, and she smells good, and that's what he starts to think just before his eyes really open.

James definitely doesn't remember going home with a girl. And he thinks he would, because - at least from this angle - she looks pretty. Carefully pushing himself up on one arm so he can look her over and rubbing sand from his eyes, he blinks a few times before looking around the room. Okay, he definitely doesn't remember getting what looks like - a really expensive hotel room, either. Did he land a rich cougar and not remember it?

Another glance says no, she's no older than him. This is weird, especially because it almost feels right.

He puts a hand on her shoulder and shakes gently, licking his lips and wondering if he should go brush his teeth first.]

Hey. Wake up.

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[terribleshield]

[She's slow to wake up at first, but once she blinks her eyes open and realizes there's someone looking down at her - a boy, a boy she doesn't recognize - she startles and immediately sits up, trying to put as much distance between him and her as possible. He's cute, but he's a stranger and she doesn't know how she wound up in bed with him, so she's more than a little terrified.]

Who are you? What are you doing here? [She's got the blanket gripped against her even though she's wearing a nightgown, and there's a tightness to her expression that suggests she's going to get angry if she doesn't get an answer.]

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[jumpeduplittleshit]

[Her speed knocks him back on his ass, but he stays where he is while she scrambles away. Her panic is - catching, in a way, and that's irritating, and how could he have thought this felt right? It probably doesn't help her at all that he's shirtless, and he doesn't seem too bothered by it.]

Dunno. I'm James. James Bond. Where's here?

[Because it definitely feels familiar, keeps him from panicking too much, and he can't put his thumb on the reason why.]

[deadliestviper]

Probably. How old is he?

[terribleshield]

I don't know. Fifteen or so?

[deadliestviper]

I'll find him. And then I'll keep an eye on him. [Silly Bea thinks this is possible.]

[bitofabastard]

Nobody takes responsibility for James Bond.

[terribleshield]

Not even himself, evidently.

[bitofabastard]

Course not. He's James fucking Bond.

[Like do you even know what you're saying, Vesper?]

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas is starting to get pretty irritated with the kids running amok, too.]

Let me guess, he's five and he tried to eat glass. I think if you want anything taken care of here you have to do it yourself.

[terribleshield]

He's fifteen and made a girl cry, but that does seem to be the impression I've been getting.

[darknessb4me]

Oh.

[Someone his age is a little trickier.]

Well, what should we do then?

[little_red_wolf]

Who's James Bond?

That's. A weird name.

[terribleshield]

It's just a name.

[youwill]

[Oh you mean that jerk who assaulted him hmmm interesting.

Hello, Vesper.]

What, may I ask, would they be assuming responsibility of?

[terribleshield]

[Hi random adult she's never met before.]

A foul mouthed fifteen year old.

[youwill]

Is that all he's guilty of? [Go on, he's so easy to talk to isn't he.]