bitteraftertaste: (you've been holding on a long time)
[Vesper - or Ms. Lynd, as everyone who's been through the Bargewell public school system knows her (yes, she kept her maiden name, thank you very much) - is known as being one of the tougher teachers at the local high school. If you do the work and do a good job with it, you'll be fine, but God help you if you don't put in the effort to do a good job.

So, perhaps unshockingly, a fair amount of the student body is less than enthusiastic when they find out she's their history teacher this year.]


I'd just like to take the opportunity to remind everyone to do their homework and be prepared for Monday's test. Last month's scores were, quite frankly, dreadful, and I'm not the one who needs to explain to your parents why you couldn't manage a passing grade because you were too busy going to the movies to get any work done.

There is such thing as a balance between work and pleasure.

[Spam for the Downtown]

[After school's out, and on weekends, Vesper can be found milling about town, running errands, getting her hair done, picking up some new books to read at the local bookstore, occasionally with her husband in tow, but usually not. She and James seem like a perfectly normal couple, just a teacher and an accountant who settled down here about five years ago, and they have friends and acquaintances here who would swear up and down that there's absolutely nothing unusual about the two of them.

What most people don't know is that every Friday after school's out, Vesper makes a phone call from a payphone a bit away from the center of town, always at the same time, and always using the same phone, instead of making the call from home or at the school.

If pressed, she'll say she's phoning relatives in Europe - it's no secret that she and James aren't Americans, but so long as they're not speaking German or Russian, just about everyone doesn't seem to mind - but in reality, she's been communicating with her handlers back in the USSR about the goings on in Bargwell, and around Region 10.

Feel free to spot her wherever!]
bitteraftertaste: (just don't steal from me)
[Private to Slade]

Mr. Wilson? Vesper Lynd. I believe the two of us should meet and discuss a few things.

[Warden Filter]

I'm aware there are quite a few people who might have known Slade Wilson in his previous time on the Barge, and some who are familiar with his life before coming to the Barge. If anyone has any pertinent information about either subject, I would be very interested to hear it.

[Private to Bond]

Is there any particular reason Coordinator Narvin's apparently taken an interest in you?

[ooc: For the sake of time and sanity, I'm assuming Dick will fill Vesper in on what he knows and otherwise let her warden in peace, but we would both love love love other warden input.]
bitteraftertaste: (another one)
[Vesper spent most of port A. by herself being sad or B. trying to help her stupid ex (?) not freeze to death on the streets or get arrested. She's been quiet and continuing to basically keep to herself, but when she addresses the Barge today, she's as put together and professional-but-friendly(ish) as she was in her first post to the network, once again wearing a dark blouse and keeping her hair back from her face in a bun. She's also wearing the necklace someone got her for Christmas. B(]

I suppose that wasn't bad, as far as first ports go. The way everyone spoke about them when I arrived, I was almost expecting being dumped onto the set of a horror movie without warning and expected to know how to keep out of trouble. [She's not exactly overly optimistic about her chances if/when they do end up in a setting like that. It's not like she's had much experience slaying zombies before, or anything. Which really just means she's dryly adding an afterthought to what she'd said previously.] Although perhaps that's just lulling us newcomers into a false sense of security.

[Which wouldn't really surprise her, but she moves on from it quickly enough.]

Thank you all for the gifts, they were all very much appreciated. Are there any New Year's traditions I should be aware of? [Read: Warned About.]
bitteraftertaste: (and time goes quicker)
[Vesper has taken a day or so to get everything under control before addressing the Barge at large, or even venturing outside her room. Despite the decidedly rocky start to her time here, she's still very much interested in making a good first impression, because it doesn't take an idiot to know how important those are, and she is certainly not an idiot.

So when she turns on the camera, there is absolutely no reason for anyone to suspect that anything's wrong or upsetting her. She's very well put together - her dark hair is tied back from her face in a simple but stylish bun, and her dark colored blouse is similarly uncomplicated but classy - and wastes no time getting down to business.]


Good evening. My name is Vesper Lynd, and I've accepted an offer to be a warden here for the foreseeable future. I'm looking forward to working with all of you.

[Her tone changes slightly, not anywhere close to openly mocking the Admiral or questioning his judgment, but there's certainly a slight edge to it, because seriously, this seems really inefficient and ridiculous.] And if anyone has any advice or information they'd like to offer, the Admiral did seem to be a bit vague on some of the details of what to actually expect.

[Warden Filter]

[She wasn't sure she actually wanted to say this, but as apparently should be expected by now, concern is winning out over common sense, and she's already wondering how much she's going to be kicking herself over this later.]

Specifically, I was wondering if there was any particular way to convince a passenger [She's reluctant to say inmate, because she knows enough about how this place works to know how they get here and what that means, and she doesn't want to think about Bond dying, even if he was certainly the opposite of pleased to see her.] who seems to think this is all an elaborate ruse that this is, in fact, reality.

[Although she realizes how utterly ridiculous that sounds, given where they are and how some of them came here, and she manages a small, wry smile.] Or as close to reality as we're likely to get, anyway.

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