From Taverna With Love [Non-Canon]

[Vespe Ratavo]

1964
London, England

Why do they make me work so late? The man glanced at his watch. 2:54 in the morning. He sighed. Ah well, it's worth it. I've finished the plans. He held up his blueprint to the light, then tossed it into the incinerator. Can't risk it being found. It's safe in here. He tapped his head.

Well, that's a shame. The man threw his hands up in the air, as he felt a gun pressed up against his back. I was hoping to be civil, just come in, steal the plans, and leave. But now, it seems we're going to have a guest. Mr. BIG, my name is Lord Magtok.
Charmed.
If you would please accompany me...

Later that day
New York City, USA

Huuurk.
Please, aren't you dead yet?
The man lunged for his gun, the barrel framing Vespe in dead center - and of course, he fired first. The man wavered, his blood dripping down the barrel of his gun (don't ask), before collapsing. Finally.

Vespe pushed the body aside, and picked up the briefcase. He pulled off his shoe, and spoke into the heel. Control, this is Ratavo. I have the briefcase.
Excellent work, but there's no time to celebrate. We've just gotten word that Mr. BIG has been kidnapped, by none other than Lord Magtok. We need you back in London immediately.
No rest for the weary. Fitting his shoe back on, he grinned. Magtok, eh? This should be fun.

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Note: This plot takes place in an alternate universe apart from both ACRONYM and the Town. While the ACRONYM groups do exist, you do not have to join the one you're a member of in the regular 'verse, nor do you have to use your same character (though it's recommended). You do not have to be a regular ACRONYM member to join. No resemblance to any intelligence agencies, living or dead, is implied or stated. All real countries are used in a fictitious and incredibly stereotypical manner, and should not be taken as the author's views on said country.

Seriously, it's just a game. Sheesh.

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The year is 1964. Beatlemania is sweeping the United States, the Cold War is at its height, and secret agents travel the globe, driving fast cars, using cool gadgets, and thwarting the evil plans of eviller villains.

One such villain is the malicious, evil, and nefarious Lord Magtok, a technological genius turned to a life of crime after some horrible and unknown tragedy that cost him, among other things, his eye.

In his latest scheme, he has kidnapped one of Britain's top BIGs (Brainy Intelligent Guy), who holds in his mind the plans for a top secret superweapon.

Lord Magtok has issued his ransom...one million dollars.

The British intelligence agency, GLoG, has brought in their best agent, Vespe Ratavo, to combat his archenemy. Unfortunately, a slight clerical mixup has resulted in him being accompanied by a small army of trainees, all of whom go by the code name James Bond.

Meanwhile, in America! HALO, another undercover intelligence organization, has gotten word of the BIG's disappearance. Needless to say, the superweapon is of major interest to the government. A team of agents has been assigned to deal with the situation as they see fit.

In Soviet Russia, TV watches YOU AMEN, a top secret division of the KGB, is drooling at the very word "superweapon," and has thrown their hat into the ring as well.

Somewhere in Switzerland, the NO commander sighs. Why can't everyone just get along?

The countdown has started. The players have made their first moves. Who will win? Will Vespe ever get control of his team? Who is the real James Bond? And what in the world do all those acronyms stand for?

Find out in From Taverna With Love! Coming soon to a forum near you.

[Bergett]

AMEN Headquarters

Michael stands by awaiting further orders from Coplanter.

[Kaelaroth]

In fair Verona, supersmexy super special awesome leggy bounty hunter, Yasmin Lewis is enjoying a glass of pink champagne, with ice shavings and a light addition of honeyed pomegranate juice, sitting on the balcony of her hotel room, watching the sun set in the distance, when her phone, a stylish black matte device, bleeps, and she pulls it out, her hazel eyes, renowned for their deadly beauty, scanning the message there, concealed. Mr. BIG's been kidnapped? I sense a profit. She muses to herself. Getting up, she pulls a thin, vaguely transparent yellow gown, very chic, of course, on over her white lingerie, and, grabbing her bag, jumps off the balcony, landing on her feet on the pile of clean laundry ten stories below. To work, we go... She murmurs, climbing out the cart, waving cheerily at the bemused hotel staff, and hailing the nearest cab. Climbing in, she winks, saucily, at the cabbie, as she pins up her caramel coloured locks with a green Viatnamese chopstick, saying Per l'aeroporto, per favore, signore. Smiling as the taxi pulls away, into the traffic, she murmurs I have a plane to catch.

[Vespe Ratavo]

London, England

What's the situation, M?
It's not good. The two walk into the very same lab where not a day ago, the BIG was kidnapped. We have no idea how he got in. No traces, no evidence of break-in, no-
Air vents.
Don't be ridiculous- Vespe points at an open air vent, bearing a small note which reads "Magtok was here." ...oh. The fact remains that we have no idea where he's gotten off to, and that man has the plans for a top secret superweapon inside his head.
I'll get right on it, sir.
We've actually assigned you an assistant. He's a trainee, goes by the code name James Bond.
Interesting. Where is he?
Er...actually, there's been a slight mix-up. There seems to be several Bonds...
...what?

At that point, the Bonds enter the room.

((Anyone who wants to can be one of the Bonds, this is my clever little way of letting multiple people be James Bond. Gender is no barrier, Jamie Bond is fine too.

Of course, if no one wants to be James Bond [inconceivable!] they'll all be disposable red shirts who get killed off in minutes. Your pick.))

[Lex-Kat]

Judy steps up beside Vespe. Special Agent Jamie Bond, reporting for duty, Sir. She stands straight and salutes smartly.

[Dallas-Dakota]

(Love it how No is located in Zwitserland)

Dallas, a man looking in his twenties wearing a trenchcoat and fedora, steps into the lab.

I'm agent Cookiemonster, I'm from NO. Can you tell me what happend here?

[Bergett]

Well it seems that for once I have to do what my lord is too damn lazy to do, I must secure that superweapon for AMEN! With or without Coplntor's help! Now to find this Lord Mogtok...

He walks off and gets into a large gunship and lifts off
AMEN was never known for their subtlety...

[Vespe Ratavo]

((Anyone else who wants to be Bond can step in later, until then the Bonds will remain in the background))

Vespe eyes Judy skeptically, then smiles. Pleasure to meet you Ms. Bond, I'm Vespe Ratavo. He holds out a hand.

M walks over to Dallas. What's Switzerland got to do with any of this? I assure you the situation is under control. Still, I suppose there's no harm in telling you. But this is top secret. M tells agent Cookiemonster about the kidnapping of the BIG, how he has the plans to a superweapon in his mind, and how Lord Magtok is a big meanie-head.

[Dallas-Dakota]

We from Switzerland value our neutrality, but you see if a superweapon blows up western or central Europe, we doubt that the effects will just go around Switzerland. And when being attacked, it's very hard to stay neutral, can you see where I'm coming from?

[Lex-Kat]

The pleasure is all mine, I assure you, Mr. Ratavo. She shakes his hand.

May I have your autograph? I'm such a fangirl. She unzips her leather catsuit and pulls out a notpad and pen.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Ah, yes, of course. Er, no offense, but if I may ask, why is your code name Cookiemonster? Sounds like something from a rubbish children's show.

Ah, yes, of course. Vespe takes the pad and pen. Would you prefer it addressed to "Jamie" or your real name?

[Lex-Kat]

Squeeeeeeeeeee!! Oh, Judy! Judy, please. She jumps up and down excitedly. All the other girls will be sooo jealous. She grins big as she waits anxiously.

[Dallas-Dakota]

I met some people who worked at NO, when I was young, I loved cookies, but when I first went at work, my cousin was killed...and ermm....I may have gone a bit out of control on those guys who did it. Dallas says a bit embarrased. He goes on So they combined the two thing, cookie and monster and thus my codename was born, though I've grown out of both, I control myself now, they still call me that, so I figure, why not use it as codename? But we should get to work, assuming you're the main investigator here from your organisation to? He says, looking a bit around, at the others.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe hands the pad back with his signature and "to Judy." He grins. I take it you're a fan?

Ah, very interesting. I'm M, I run the show around here. This is Vespe Ratavo, our top agent, and these- he waves his hand at the Bonds - are all James and Jamie Bond. Slight mix-up in codenames assignment, you see.

[Lex-Kat]

Ooooo. Can I hug you? Can I? Can I? She starts to hug him anyways.

[Dallas-Dakota]

Very nice to meet you M. Excuse me while I introduce myself to your top investigator then.
Dallas shakes hands(his are gloved) with M and walks towards Vespe, who is now being excitedly hugged and it looks like he can't get any breath, really.

You might want to let go if you want to ummm... hug him again miss Jamie.

[Lex-Kat]

Hmm? Oh, sorry about that. I get a little excited sometimes. She steps back, puts her notepad away, and zips herself back up. Standing up straight again.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe goes a bit red at the sudden hugging. Oh my. I've got a fangirl. He notices Dallas, and holds out a hand. Oh. Hello. I'm Vespe Ratavo. Pleasure to meet you. Is it just me, or do our voices sound very alike?

The fourth wall sobs a bit.

[Dallas-Dakota]

Dallas takes the hand and shakes it.

Hello, I'm Dallas, or agent cookiemonster from NO. Don't ask. Likewise, And maybe, some people I've met along the way told me I have a hint of a germanic(*) accent.

I've been assigned to this case to preserve our neutrality, you?

* Bor told me so over Skype.

[Kaelaroth]

Outside, Yasmin pulls up in a London taxi, the body of the cab driver in the passenger seat, the bullet wound concealed under the jaunty hat which slips down across his face. Now wearing a vague uniform, black leather strapped, Yasmin buns up her hair, and gets out the vehicle, approaching GLoG/MI6 headquarters, now looking like a fairly attractive cabbie.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Oh, you know, duty to my country, stop a superweapon from falling into the wrong hands, defeat my archenemy Magtok. Typical stuff.

A secretarial type person is there to meet Yasmin. "Yes? Can I help you?" Unimportant people don't get text colors.

[Kaelaroth]

Hi there. Yasmin says, smiling, sexily, before dropping her hat on the floor. Oh, no. I seem to have dropped my hat. She bends down, to pick it up, and, of course, the top few buttons of her top have been left unbuttonned, surprise, surprise. Straightening up, she asks, winking Can you show me the toilets?

[Dallas-Dakota]

Hmmm, well it was nice to meet you all and I'l certainly back later but I have a appointment that I musn't be late for. I'l see you all, nice meeting you guys.

Dallas walks out.

(Gotta go to bed, it's midnight and my grandparents are coming tomorrow morning so... Deadtime)

[Lex-Kat]

Jamie Bond I winks and waves bye to Cookiemonster. He's kinda cute. She smiles.

[Vespe Ratavo]

The secretarial type man gulps. "Third door on the left, ma'm."

So, have you ever gone on a mission before, Jami-Judy?

[Lex-Kat]

Judy gulps. Oh no, sir. This will be my very first one. I'm a little nervous. She looks like she's barely restraining herself as she looks straight ahead.

[Bergett]

Michael lands his ship outside of Vespe's headquarters and walks right in the front door

((I have no idea where I am going with this...))

[Kaelaroth]

Oh, I think you should come with me. Yasmin giggles, and reaches out to pull the secretary guy, with an incredibly strong tug, by his belt, to the bathroom aforementioned.

[Vespe Ratavo]

A cop walks up to Michael, waving his club. "Well well well, what's all this then?"

The secretary goes completely red, and follows wordlessly.

Oh, don't be worried, it'll be fun! Vespe smiles in what he hopes is a reassuring and calming manner.

[Kaelaroth]

Once in the toilet cubicle, with the secretary, Yasmin will bend down to her trousers, and pull out a small handgun, with silencer, to fire a bullet at point blank range into the secretary's heart.