July 2012
5 posts
2 tags
10 tags
2 tags
Go on ahead, ask me anything. →
I’m still kind of out of it. Got sick over the weekend too.
9 tags
2 tags
OOC things.
This week has been a gigantic busy mess. This is the first day since…Sunday? I’ve been stable for more than a few hours (No family issues, no assemblage of new desks, no crisises..) So I’ve been trying to catch up on some other work. I’ll be back next week definitely, maybe sooner if I can get some of this stuff out of the way.
June 2012
139 posts
2 tags
assistantofevil:
[hides her smile behind her cup of coffee] …apparently there’s more than one Mister Stark. I’ve only met three, but all of them seemed nice enough. Saying, “OH MY GOD YOU’RE TONY STARK.” makes a good impression, apparently.
For his ego, saying “OH MY GOD TONY STARK” makes the room suddenly suffocating. But I’ll take your word for it. If it wasn’t for...
2 tags
assistantofevil:
shieldnanny:
I suppose that’s more productive than letting those three anywhere near a think tank. While I have no doubt that Dr. Banner would be a benefit to almost anything he puts his mind to, Mister Pym and Stark…well, let me just say I’m still trying to figure out how they put their egos aside long enough to work out Ultron.
[bumps Phil’s shoulder with her own] It all...
1 tag
assistantofevil:
shieldnanny:
Oh my. A think tank! I wouldn’t dream of sitting in a room for awhile locked in with Stark and Banner…and Pym. Are you there with the self-important brianiacs, or are they actually going to work for once?
Oh, the big names get their own think tank. They’re way above my level. [chews on the end of her pen and grins] They just come into ours and stand at the...
1 tag
assistantofevil replied to your post: Knock, knock.[shows up at Phil’s door with a cup of coffee and a smile] I was on my way to the lab - thought you might like a special delivery.
[smiles and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, sets the coffee on his desk] Pretty good - we’ve got a think tank coming up, so I’m looking for inspiration. How are you doing, Phil?
Oh my. A think tank! I...
assistantofevil asked: Knock, knock.[shows up at Phil's door with a cup of coffee and a smile] I was on my way to the lab - thought you might like a special delivery.
ladyunpleasantries asked: Tag! You're it! The rules are to state 10 random facts about yourself. Then, go to 10 random blogs and tell them they're it. (Sorry, Phil, but Barton made me do it. Go yell at him.)
4 tags
Lunch Break.
ladyunpleasantries:
Cass nearly spat out her soda. When she was done coughing, she met Phil’s eyes. “Give us a little credit, we’re not teenagers. Broom closet, Jesus Christmas. And for your information, lamb is baby sheep.” She coughed and set her soda to the side, face burning. “And weren’t we talking about your super secret romance?”
“Oh…” His cheeks turned slightly red....
Lunch Break.
ladyunpleasantries:
“…I hate eating baby things.” She poked the side of the gyro, face burning. “David,” she mumbled, chewing on her straw. “There’s enough gossip about it, I’m surprised you’re even asking.” Her fingertip traced circles in the condensation on the outside of her cup.
“Did I say it was a baby lamb? no, it’s not. Full grown.” He chuckles a little. “And...
Lunch Break.
ladyunpleasantries:
Cass cleared her throat and suddenly became very invested in downing half of her soda. “To… someone I’m seeing… don’t change the subject.” She pointed the cup at him. “We’re talking about you and mystery lady. I didn’t suggest telling her all about S.H.I.E.L.D., you know, but there’s a significant difference between maintaining confidentiality about which specific government...
Lunch Break.
ladyunpleasantries:
“It’s the first thing I said because I care about you and I like seeing you smile,” she answered simply, sipping her soda as he spoke. She picked at her gyro and shook her head. “Then tell her the truth, that Stark’s a consultant for your organization. I’m the last person to preach about honesty, but seriously, Phil. I was hon- I’ve found it works better.”
“Honest to...
1 tag
assistantofevil:
[hugs him tight and nods, wiping off her face with the sleeve of her labcoat] …I’m sorry I got the front of your jacket all wet. You should come over for movies and food really soon. [manages a tiny smile] …Eddie’s not as tired these days, so we might actually be able to take back the couch.
I’ve been meaning to ask after him. He’s been doing us a big benefit....
Lunch Break.
ladyunpleasantries:
Cass had to cover her face for a full minute before she could turn around and join him at the table. She was unable to wipe the smile from her face. “Your reactions are fantastic.” Her smile softened when she saw his face. “I’m glad you’re seeing someone. What’s she like?”
Phil sighed gently. “Why is that the first thing everyone’s said…” His smile...
1 tag
Lunch Break.
ladyunpleasantries:
Her eyes drifted across his face as he looked at his phone, and she nodded with her eyebrows raised, expression neutral. “Saturday nights are good. I spent mine just watching movies. Friday night was my fun night.” The corner of her mouth twitched slightly, and she took the cup handed to her by the teenager behind the counter. “So do I have to call her Mommy?” She didn’t let...
1 tag
Lunch Break.
ladyunpleasantries:
“I don’t even want to know. I’d bet that guy could take out a small army base with the contents of his locker.” She ordered and tilted her head, watching Phil’s face. “Since you… that does not sound promising. Anything you can talk about, or is it all classified from here to the north pole?”
“Try two.” He ordered right after her, his smile wearing thin....
2 tags
Lunch Break.
ladyunpleasantries:
Cass grinned when she saw Phil and failed to stifle a laugh. “You have any idea how much money I made on that bet? Lunch is on me.” She gave him a quick, tight hug before sliding her hands into her pockets. “Nice to have insider information. I should bring you to Vegas sometime.” Her smile didn’t fade as they walked up to the counter. “How are things with you?”
“As...
3 tags
Lunch Break.
It took him longer than he expected to get down to Cristo’s, but it wasn’t without due. Someone found the extra small incendiaries he’d placed in Wilson’s desk, accusing the hapless goofball of rigging his own bets. Satisfied it would put him on KP duty for at least a week, he took the extra paperwork and tucked it under his arm, milling about the front of the store and...
1 tag
Monday Blues.
ladyunpleasantries:
One of these days I’m going to replace your donuts with fruit, just to see what happens. She laughed quietly as she typed. And of course it’d be Wilson. There’s a betting pool on how long it stays there on its own, and I think he started it. I’m in the mood for anything. Feeling like I can handle anything today, even weird lunch choices. I leave it up to you!
Remember, you...
1 tag
Monday Blues.
ladyunpleasantries:
Cass clicked the bouncing envelope icon and smiled. Coulson’s emails were definitely better than the automatically generated memos she’d been scrolling through for the past hour.
Would love to, and I’m in such a good mood I’ll even treat you without stealing your donuts when you’re not looking. Hope you’re having a pleasant morning with all of these damned memos, though the...
2 tags
Monday Blues.
Coulson slipped into the office after a rough weekend. A couple of coffee mugs juggled in his arms as he slides into his chair. Unfortunately the week left him with the inability to check most of his work mail. Flipping through the five hundredth email from Agent Hill, he finally found Cass’s email.
Glancing over it while thumbing the note that she was reinstated, he typed up a quick...
Mun vs Muse. Give us a topic and we’ll debate... →
9 tags
4 tags
6 tags
19 tags
ladyunpleasantries:
“Of course I want to come back. I don’t give a damn about Agent Barton or interrogations or anything like that. I belong there. I’ve never felt more like I belonged someplace in my life.” Her voice softened. “I’m going to be safe. I promise. Too many important people in my life now to do anything but.” A small smile tugged at her mouth and warmed her words. “Just let me know...
ladyunpleasantries:
“Duly noted.” She rubbed at a spot on her boot and swallowed. “I’m trying my damnedest to do the right thing here because I want to come back. I’m not sneaking around doing anything illegal under your nose. The benefit of the doubt would be nice.” She cleared her throat. “And after our little talk at the coffee shop, I tried talking with Agent Barton. I asked him for help...
ladyunpleasantries:
“Up until this morning when I snuck into the building, I hadn’t been doing anything,” she said quietly, voice even. “I’ve been taking my father’s gun and guns that I owned prior to working for S.H.I.E.L.D. to a range midtown to practice, I’ve been running in the park, and I’ve been doing the best I could to imitate the physical therapy I was getting for my hand. I snuck in...
ladyunpleasantries:
Her brows pulled together, and she forced her jaw to relax. “Why do I get the feeling you’re lying to me, Phil? Why do I get the feeling you’re relieved I’m not your problem anymore?” Cass pushed herself into a sitting position. “You don’t trust me anymore than you did when you first offered me a job. I’m trying, Phil. I went through a seven hour interrogation after I was the...
ladyunpleasantries:
Kiddo. “Just break my heart, why don’t you,” she muttered, dialing his number and watching the fish floating behind the glass across from her. “I’m safe, it’s just recon. More because I’m bored than anything. Plausible deniability or full disclosure, Phil? Can’t have both.” She closed her eyes. “And I do trust you. I’m just not sure you still trust me.”
“Tell me all...
ladyunpleasantries:
Cass flopped back onto the couch and stared at her phone, chewing the inside of her cheek. It wasn’t getting any easier, and she doubted it would until she got up and did something. Letting out a long breath through her nose, she tapped the envelope icon and sent a quick email to Phil.
Left you a bagel and some cream cheese tubs. Check your top drawer on the right side. Yes,...
2 tags
It seemed like the weekend dragged on forever. A good deal of him wanted to give people a wide berth this week - it just felt like he had assumed the role of Harbringer of Bad News of late. But that’s what happened when you tried to fix things, Phil always assumed. Sooner or later, those who mattered made you out to be the bad guy. Regardless of desire to help.
When Monday rolled around,...
3 tags
It's... Unpleasant: ooc: Do you know what day it... →
ladyunpleasantries:
It’s the birthday of one of the most incredible people I’ve ever had the pleasure of interacting with. The brilliant artistic mind behind Caffeinated Zombie, also the lovable snark behind Agent Phil Coulson, is celebrating today. There’s also an original character that’s generally about as…
Thank you. So much. [sob]
8 tags
7 tags
5 tags
2 tags
OOC: Health Update.
[[MORE]]Blood work came back normal, which still doesn’t explain why my body is doing what it does. I’m taking the weekend to celebrate the birthday (will try to respond as often as I can) but I’m starting up another round of “Arguing with doctors, part two” next Monday.
Thought you guys would want to know. Thanks for being patient.
2 tags
rdjsass:
if you don’t like the son of coul then I don’t like you
2 tags
OOC.
My health is next to crap lately. I’ve earmarked posts that I owe to people. I’ll try to get to them as soon as I can. Thanks for being understanding.
1 tag
agentpcoulson:
Read More
Admittedly this. That and I’ve always seen Phil as a “married to the job” type. Maybe an incredibly social awkward penguin when talking about his relationships, which is why I’m glad there’s mention of a cellist but we never see/hear much more than an awkward smile about it.
ladyunpleasantries:
Cass set the pen down on the puzzle book, unaware that she’d picked it up until her hand began to throb and shake from the force of her grip on it. “Fine,” she said quietly. “You want the truth? I’m pissed off. I’m the one who was almost killed. I’m the one who has an injury that compromises the skills I pride myself most on. I’m the one who had to sit through a seven hour...
ladyunpleasantries:
Her eyes widened, and it took her a few tries to speak. “They took away his bow?! What the hell were they thinking? Who made a stupid ass call like that? Jesus Christmas, just slap him in the face while you’re at it.” She rubbed her hand across her eyes. “Fine. We’ll pull his name out of the equation, and you and I will have a discussion like we used to before you gave me the...
ladyunpleasantries:
Cass settled back against the booth and stared out of the window, a small smile playing at her mouth. “You know why I accepted this job only under the condition that I work for you directly? You have his eyes.” She turned to face him, that little smile refusing to fade. “I have eyes like my mother. Dad’s eyes looked just like yours, color and all. He saw right through every...
ladyunpleasantries:
“You’re a good liar, Dad,” she said quietly, resuming her doodle of an octopus waving its tentacles around the edge of the sudoku squares. “You know I’m on autopilot right now. You know I’m accepting this out of necessity.” She took a sip of the now cold latte and grimaced. “Here’s the real question. How long are we going to pretend that you didn’t listen to the tape Dr....