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[blondbond]

There were some people who would have found being offered a chance to be a part of an island council to be a rather nice gesture on somebody's part. Bond's reaction was to scrutinize the hand-writting of both people who recomended him before retiring to his cave for a bottle and a half of moonshine

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[hunts_treasure]

"Councilman Bond," I say, not bothering to hide one ounce of the amusement in my voice, as I stroll down from the treeline, braiding my hair over one shoulder, towel draped over my arm. He's not covered in blood and there's no carcass about, which mean he hasn't been in the water yet.

"It's missing a particular ring."

[blondbond]

James sighed heavily but in good humor. Councilman Bond indeed. "So did you nominate me or simply second the motion?"

[hunts_treasure]

"Seconded," I say cheerfully, dropping the towel off to one side. "I'd have never come up with the idea, myself."

[blondbond]

"You do realize I would make a less than ideal spokesperson for the people of this island," James replied, looking only slightly amused. "I'm fairly certain representing them would require me to I care about them."

[jill_langston]

Although she suspected he'd be able to figure it out on his own, Jill decided not to mention that she'd been the one who'd nominated James for the Council. It seemed absurd enough that she'd been nominated, so there was no reason why he shouldn't be as well.

"I've joined you in the land of fictional characters," she announced as she approached him on the beach, giving him a half-smile. That was still a bizarre thing to say, but she figured she might as well get used to it.

[blondbond]

James raised an eyebrow before returning the smile with a small one of his own. He had his suspicions about the handwriting but the only way to really confirm that would have been to convince Jill to write something out for him. There was hardly a subtle way to do so on an island with a limited supply of paper.

"Welcome to the herd," he murmured wryly.

[jill_langston]

"It's strange," Jill said, wandering closer and looking at James, her smile growing just a little. He looked like he was sulking. Oddly enough, the last time she'd seen him look like that, he'd been a woman. "Are you okay?"

[blondbond]

"I assure you that I'm fine," James muttered. He wondered why it was that when people got to know you they always seemed to notice when you were expressing some sort of emotion? "Anyway, how have you been?"

[agent_dinozzo]

Tony had taken to spending a good part of each day at the beach. After all, it was a tropical island, what else was he to do? Of course, on a proper tropical island there would be swim up bars and girls playing beach volleyball. Oh yeah. That was what this place was missing, more girls in bikinis.

He caught sight of the blond man, stopping in his tracks. It was uncanny the way he looked just like... No. It could't be...

Putting on his best (read:awful) Sean Connery accent he walked up to the man, grinning like a fool. "Let me introduce myself. The name's Dinozzo. Anthony DiNozzo." Pretty suave, if he did say so himself.

[blondbond]

The MI6 agent's lips quirked up into a half-smile as he eyed the American. God, he really hated when men were taller than he was and Anthony DiNozzo was 1.88 meters. However, he could scarcely blame that on the man himself. "I suspect you already know that I'm James Bond."

[agent_dinozzo]

"You're kidding, right?" Tony dropped the accent, his eyes wide, "I just thought that you looked like... Abby didn't put you up to this, did she?"

[blondbond]

He regarded Tony with a good deal of quiet amusement before shaking his head. "No, Abby did not. I really am James Bond and I really work for MI6."

[darklydex]

Studying my friend as I approach reveals two things. One, he's sulking. And two, I'm pretty sure it amuses me. I know better than to let it show.

"Why the long face?" I ask, borrowing one of Masouka's boxed greetings.

[blondbond]

Bond eyed Dexter suspiciously trying to determine if the greeting meant his friend had offered him up as a candidate. Of course, it was very possible that he had merely heard this phrase elsewhere and decided it was something normal people said.

"Someone has seen fit to nominate me to the island's bloody useless council." Which only made him miss being useful back in England all the more.

[darklydex]

Reason enough to sulk. "Can't you tell them no?" I ask, trying to maintain an innocent pose under his scrutiny.

[blondbond]

"I could," James mused, shrugging slightly as he focused on the ocean instead of Dexter. "I suppose I will have to. Building huts and educating children is all well and good, but unless there's some dangerous and confidential situation that needs resolving through violent means, I have no business being on a council."

Then again, if he could prevent some complete and utter fool from winding up on the Council by simply being voted onto it...