#multipleoccupancy

[hvbris]

@multipleoccupancy sorry Killian 🤷

[📱: scarface] is this your real phone number? [📱: scarface] probably not [📱: scarface] is it encrypted? [📱: scarface] what encryption system do u guys use? [📱: scarface] when will i get a cool burner phone? 🤠

[imprvdente]

@multipleoccupancy . King Arthur gets robbed 🤷‍♀️

It wasn't the first time that Fish had to travel the universes to indulge Dimitri's newest whim. In fact, she was sure that his requests were becoming increasingly ridiculous. After asking her to bring him the Apples of the Hesperides because he was craving apple pie, he had now told her to fetch him the Holy Grail, no less. All because he couldn't be bothered to wash his goddamn mugs. You'd think that after 20.000 years of being alive, the man would do his chores.

She was hoping for an easy trip. Get in, get the Grail, get out. Simple enough, right? Especially with a magical door that led to virtually anywhere. The only problem was that she didn't really know where the Holy Grail was kept, in this big castle. And the more she roamed the place, the more likely she risked getting caught. She was pretty sure that if a guard saw a woman with a sword and a pair of jeans, they'd think she was a witch or something.

She climbed an endless flight of stairs for the umpteenth time that night, finally finding herself in a dark, secluded room atop a dungeon. And finally, here it was. Dimitri's newest mug.

"Bingo," she said to herself, too enthralled in her victory to hear the footsteps behind her.

[imjustanauthor]

@multipleoccupancy (Dallas & Ethan)

It was getting pretty late. Most reasonable people would be considering going to bed within the next hour or so, but Dallas had only just got off work. He'd been running the security for a visiting dignitary in New York for the last few days, but, now that was done, he had a few options. Dallas could either go back to his hotel room, catch a flight home, or...

Well, while he was in the area, he may as well visit his favourite fellow agent, right? Especially when he knew exactly where he lived, which was really an oversight on Ethan's behalf, but Dallas was hardly going to complain about that. It was nice to have that sense of friendly comradeship again. He wasn't going to admit it, but he'd been rather missing that since his falling out with Lockdown, and certainly since Lynchpin's death.

Dallas didn't call ahead. Instead, he simply turned up on Ethan's doorstep, a bottle of bourbon in one hand, and a few takeout pizzas balanced in the other.

"Howdy, kid!" He greeted, throwing out a sparkling smile the second the door opened. "Can I come on in? I bought some supper for us. You do eat pizza, right?"

[governmentofficial]

"Maths doesn't take sides. It doesn't judge." - Moriarty

Foundation Sentences, Condensed

Gone were the days when Mycroft had been utterly starstruck by Professor Moriarty. Of course, he still had a deep respect for the man when it came to matters of intelligence, but he no longer found him quite as mesmerising. Believe it or not, that was simply what tended to happen when you discovered that your friend and mentor was at the head of a criminal empire.

"While I agree that the calculations suggest that the most efficient route is to simply eliminate everybody involved, you are failing to consider the long-term implications," Mycroft pointed out. He sounded frustrated, though the emotion wasn't aimed at the other man. As annoyed as he was about Moriarty's side career, he'd had come to accept it on some level. Not that he approved of it, mind you. Rather, Mycroft saw no point in working himself up about something he could not change - especially when he had managed to adapt the situation so it at least partly worked to his advantage, what with how he'd managed to organise the man's 'cooperation' in return for his 'freedom'.

"There are at least three figures involved that we nee alive for future endeavours, but they are far too entwined with the situation to simply remove them from it and carry out your plan anyway. No, it is my opinion that we need a more subtle approach here. It won't be as immediately efficient, but it should be of benefit later."

[kidmanjc]

Recruitment || Killian & Kid

When: 20th May 2010 Where: Seattle {Back alley} With: Killian Briante @multipleoccupancy

“Hey! Two slices each and make them last, got it?” Kid asked, cuffing Beat on the back of his shaggy head as the boy inhaled his first slice. Kid couldn’t blame him, it might’ve been days since the guy had been able to eat- a beating from some rich fucks on a night out left him unable to get to Sarah for a few days. Still, he’d only been able to grab enough bread for a few slices each, until he could get back out later. After, well… IT, Kid had been holding back from his usual haunts in case the burnt man came looking; he wasn’t stupid enough to think you walked away after seeing what he’d seen… Not again anyway. 

“Who’s that?” - Eloise’s question had him quickly turning to see, well fuck, to see the man who’d been ingrained in his thoughts the last four days and made his blood run cold: The Burnt Man. “Who is it?” Eloise asked again, her little hand tugging on his sleeve as Kid stared at the figure in the ally mouth. “Chive,” He said, not taking his eyes off the other, “Take the rest of the bread and share it out, two slices each, inside.” They’d been making use of an abandoned warehouse after the junkies inside had been busted last week, most of the doors closed so it was better than most. 

“And run if you hear me yell.” He whispered to the second oldest of the group who nodded with narrowed eyes, taking Eloise’s hand from his sleeve and leading the group inside. Kid walked forward, doing his best to appear the picture of ease, and folded his arms- curling his fingers around the handle of a knife hidden in his sleeve. “What do you want?” He asked, pleased his voice was level when he felt nothing but panic and faint nausea at the sight of the man- those inhuman body parts dancing behind his eyes.    

[therapardalis]

[Space Starter Meme from @multipleoccupancy​’s Obi-Wan.]

“Are the alarms supposed to be going off during a covert mission?” -- Kenobi (sarcastically) ------------

“Are you sure you don’t want to check with the Force on that one?” Thera didn’t look up from where she was working on the control panel. Neither did she go on with the remarks that begged to follow, instead pressing her tongue against her back teeth to keep them down.

“It’s a distraction. If we get through this door and lock it behind us, those dumb-arse security droids will read it as ‘situation normal’ and go searching elsewhere’.” It would also give them a decent look at the strength of the Separatist forces stationed nearby ... even if it made the ‘escape’ part of their mission a bit more difficult later on.

Win some ... lose some.

The lights on the control panel blinked from orange to green, and the door slid open.

[threecardtrick]

A victory won with blood.  Though, in fact, remarkably little of it had ended up on his literal hands. His tactics had been brains over brawn, securing the shorter, thinner boy his triumph over his greater competitors.  This is his party, though he rather felt like the trophy being passed around through the crowd. He smiled and shook hands and thanked them all for their support during the game (of which none had; he was the underdog; the runt who had been assumed to be put down quick). He was such a polite boy. He used a well-timed entrant into the conversation to make his leave, going to the table whereupon a lavish feast lay in his supposed honour. He had never seen so much food in his life and he was so very hungry. His strategy of running and hiding had left him skin and bones; a starving dog. There was nothing he wanted in his life more in that moment than to eat. 

[loyaltyandchaos]

@multipleoccupancy [x]

Cody smiled. It really was a miracle. Obi-Wan was alive and they could drink like in the good old days. The Empire took it from them. The rebels fought to defeat the Empire, but they were few in number. Perhaps one day they could become a threat to the Empire. But for now, hiding is the best way out.

"I'm glad to meet you too. I really missed it and hated myself for ordering to fire on you. If it wasn't for the order, we'd be able to celebrate the victory over Grievous and win the war. But with any luck, we'll be able to drink to victory over the Empire. One day it will surely fall."

[brassandblue]

"You exude what I can only describe as this very British confidence that 'everything will be alright in the end'." - Killian for Jack XD

Jack's initial responses to this unsolicited opinion were minimal: A reserved blink, a very slight cocking of his head, and a subtle shift in his expression, mostly in his eyes, that deliberately confirmed both his amusement and that Killian was correct.

"Experience is a brutal teacher," he cryptically offered. "It has taught me time and again that an equilibrium always comes about, in the end. And I know that I will do everything in my power to make it through. It isn't the certainty of success in which I have utmost confidence, but the knowledge of what I will do to make it through to the other side."

[regretmedicineandsmokes]

-- -- @multipleoccupancy -- --

It wasn't often he could say he felt stumped by someone but boy was this one interesting. At first he'd been sure the guy was a Hunter but the inconsiderate jerk hadn't played by the usual script. He'd ramped up the pranks... the inconveniences... he'd even left more 'evidence' around. A guy could get a tooth ache eating that much candy just to leave wrappers all over the place. And what did he get for it? Nothing.

So he'd investigated further, gotten a little more hands on.... more hands on than vanishing one sock of every pair, than making everything the guy ate taste a little off... okay sure those were small things but to really enjoy the bigger pranks you had to first work someone up with the subtle ones. He was getting off track here, he'd figured maybe this was a guy who felt a Trickster was too minor league. So he'd brought out some bigger showier signs, he even lowered himself to mimicking demonic activity, sulfur and everything. And then he waited and watched. He could be a very patient creature when he wanted to be.

But not that patient because this schmuck didn't even have any warding, no protective talismans or holy water... but the guy was definitely investigating...

"You my guy, are either one of the worst hunters I've ever seen, or you have one heck of a death wish!"

[hvbris]

@multipleoccupancy . it's tea time 🍵

While Samantha didn't regret her choice of leaving the field to work as HR for the Program, she did miss her favorite agent and closest friend here. Killian was still on active duty, which meant that she saw him much more rarely than before. But whenever he was in the office, he always popped in for a chat and a cup of coffee.

Luckily, today was one of those days. When he walked into her office with an empty coffee cup and a smile, she beamed at him. "Killian!" she exclaimed, already picking up her own cup (which had a big sun with sunglasses on it) and standing up. "How was Seattle? Tell me everything!"

[imprvdente]

@multipleoccupancy sent: [COMMON ENEMY] Muse A and Muse B are from two different agencies and get assigned the same target. --- Edgar and FBI Fish >.> from: 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍/𝐒𝐏𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

"You have got to be kidding me."

Fish's tone couldn't have been less cordial. She gauged the man in front of her, eyebrows knitted together. "And what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the park, feeding ducks?"

She took an annoyed sip from her glass, scanning the room quickly. It was a very select party, the fancy kind she usually wouldn't be invited to. But this was work, and she was undercover, posing as a rich heiress. She supposed Edgar had good reasons to be here, being (on the surface at least) a diplomat and all. But still, how annoying! She still remembered their last encounter, and it hadn't exactly gone smoothingly.

"Don't mess this up for me this time," she warned between her teeth, "I'm working."

[imjustanauthor]

@multipleoccupancy (@ Edgar, fom Mulder)

Despite appearances, Mulder was actually a rather well-connected man. There were a good number of important people that he could easily get in contact with via his time spent at Oxford University, and his father's name was also a good way of opening doors within certain circles. When it came to accessing the British Embassy, both of those connections had come into play.

He'd never met Edgar Longshadow before. Truth be told, he'd never even heard his name. That wasn't unusual, mind you - of all the things that Mulder had a habit of hyperfixating on, the identities of foreign diplomats were not one of them. From what he'd been able to gather from his quick conversation with the lady at reception on his way in, the guy was supposed to be the no-nonsense type. Maybe that'd affect his chance of leaving with what he wanted but, either way, Mulder didn't plan on deviating from his usual tactics.

Having been shown into the other man's office, the first thing he did was pull out his FBi badge. "Special Agent Fox Mulder," he stated as way of introduction. "I've been told you can help me access information on a British citizen that's vanished from Rachel, Nevada?"

What Mulder didn't mention just yet was that the aforementioned location was the closest town to Area 51, and that he was certain the person in question had been abducted by either the US Government or, more likely, extraterrestrials.

[governmentofficial]

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 - Edgar is probably most likely to assist here

Sharing the Holiday Season Prompts 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Your muse rescues my muse from an unwanted family gathering

"Thank you," Mycroft repeated for the fourth time since meeting up with the other man. He was so grateful for Edgar's request for his presence as it had allowed him to get out of a very tedious week of Christmas 'fun' at his mother's house. Maybe he'd known about the favour he was providing, maybe he hadn't - the way, Mycroft had never been so thrilled to get on a long-distance flight.

"I don't think I could tolerate an extended period of family time this year. Working is a far preferable situation," he went on to say. "Of course, I had been planning on doing such a thing anyway. This way, though, there can't be any 'surprise visits' because I couldn't find time to leave London, or any attempts to guilt trip me into at least attending Christmas dinner."

He rolled his eyes. As fond as Mycroft was of his family, and as hard as he worked to project them and uphold the reputation of the Holmes name, it was clear that they could drive him right to the edge sometimes.

But then, that was so typical of family, wasn't it?

"You understand, I assume?"

Edgar clearly had at least one child of his own. The signs were there, if one knew where to look.

[badassxbirdy]

@multipleoccupancy @imprvdente

Actual footage of me seeing Welsh on the dash:

[therapardalis]

[Short Starter for @multipleoccupancy​’s Edmund Hewlett.]

York City, American War of Independence ...

The streets, as a whole, were a little subdued. York City had managed to hold onto at least some of its bombastic nature through the war so far, determinedly defying the threat of the Continentals reportedly drawing ever closer outside the British-held bounds. But beneath the bravado lurked something other, something just a bit concerned ... Thera crossed the threshold of a non-descript office, climbed the stairs with her papers in hand.

Hopefully this wouldn’t be just another waste of time ...