#kmstarter

[tinkeringaglovale]

Okay, so, what did I miss?

[numberonetaneja]

Everyone here is really strange...

[forthwright]

Well...

It’s good to be back. Sort of.

[ella-rowland-blog]

These jumpsuits...

Are actually fabulous. Are we allowed to personalize them? 

[vongaul]

I can’t imagine..

... That these are the actual applicants for Lancelot.

[kay-thesassman]

Kay + Open

“Sweet Spock on the stick, back in the good ol’ times it was about testing limits and shit, no incinerators were included.”

[torroy]

Damn.

All of these kiddos around are making me nostalgic.

[dagonetliam-blog]

Dinner for Two || F2F || Liam & Cleo

Liam stood over the stove, admiring the food he just pulled out of the oven. Two rather large pieces of of roasted pork sizzled in the pan and emitted an amazing aroma of spices. He had slaved over preparing this for the last few hours, making a few regular sides to go with it. 

He had changed clothes so he wasn’t sweating in some of his nicer clothes. He wore a polo shirt and slacks, figuring he didn’t want to scare her into thinking this was a big fancy date, but rather something more relaxed and casual. Not that he didn’t have big fancy dates on his mind, but slow and steady wins the race as they say. He had set two place settings on his small dining room table. He contemplated lighting candles but decided not to so as not to distract from the smells coming from the kitchen. He was just about to take his apron off when he heard her knock on his door. His heart pounded hard and his palms began to sweat. She was here. He walked over to the door, apron still on, and opened it.

“Right on time, uh welcome, come in, please!”

[themightyarthur-blog-blog]

A day to remember. / F2F / Arthur & Open

Lionel feels old. He feels old. Which is odd and terrible because it’s been years since he last felt his age sagging his bones. Maybe it is the fact there are young applicant flooding the HQ quarters by now or just because he’s seen another of his agents bite the dust. Sometimes things feel too much, even to someone with shoulders as large as his, able to carry the weight of the world like him. So he sits in his office, in the HQ, originally doing required papework - and downs a glass of scotch.

 By the time the paperwork pile is cut in half, he’s drank more than he should for a workday but thankfully, he’s the boss and that’s no one’s fucking business. Also he’s a scottsman and even if the world comes to an end today, he can just wear it off like it’s nothing. Or it shouldn’t be when the door cracks open. “Ever ‘eard of knocking?” He asks, still bent over his work but unable to disguise the break of his voice due to far too many glasses of spirits. It’s the raw emotion that comes tumbling past his lips because of Lancelot’s loss that hurts above all else, the fact the place is filled with prospects of a new agent because they were unable to protect a member of their own.

[guerrehet-blog]

    “I like the idea o’ bed rest don’t get me wrong but I don’t like it much when it goes on a prescription past twelve hours. I’m bored. How do ya’ll stand just...sittin’ around?”

[forthwright]

This should be interesting.

[tinkeringaglovale]

real problems of lazy royal fucker pt 1. // gif-flow, open.

[ dancing around Buck’s halls to I Really Like You by Carly Rae Jepsen with a bunch of Corgis following him like it’s no big deal ]

So, the queen mother tells me I absolutely have to invite someone to ascot horse race because I can’t show up solo another year. Soooooo, anyone? Free champagne and food. You wouldn’t even have to share bed with me, I promise. 

[vongaul]

Congrats to all the remaining applicants. Nice to see most of you have eyebrows left. 

[ianlefaye]

Who took the last of the Captain Crunch ????

[dagonetliam-blog]

Office Space || F2F || Liam & Open

Liam sat in his office, typing up a report of his most recent mission in Prague. As he was typing he looked at the photo from Bella’s wedding day. She and Thomas looked so happy and he couldn’t have given his sister away to anyone less worthy than his best friend. He felt Dash rub up against his leg as he continued typing. He looked down and petted the full grown Northern Inuit he had loved for 4 years now. Dash nudged up against his leg and he gave him a small chuckle.

“Sorry boy, not now, I need to finish this.” He pet Dash again before the inuit trotted over to the door and barked. Just then he heard a knock on the door. More distractions, but it couldn’t hurt for some more human interaction.

“Yes, come in.”

[detectiveholly-blog]

So, I just traipsed through the recruit guidelines again, and I happened to stumble across something...

Can someone please elaborate on what “physical elimination” pertains to? Just curious.