#libdemdisaster

dialogue prompts

for fergus (both powerful and important are up for debate)

[Message: Fergus] OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD! Ferg, I just saw the most gorgeous man I ever laid eyes on

[Message: Fergus] And he asked for my number 

[Message: Fergus] I didn’t give it to him though because......well, you and I have our arrangement now

In all honesty, Charlie had no idea how he’d gotten this job. He’d applied for it on a whim, not expecting much. If Scotland Yard didn’t want him anymore, than maybe Downing Street would. After all, he could do security work! And he’d already been cleared for classified information before, having helped Special Branch out with a case a few years ago, so that was a definitely a bonus too. Even considering that, though, there was the small matter of his medical history...

As it turned out, that hadn’t been an issue. Really, it had been surprising how easily he had got the job - especially considering that he was going to be protecting the Deputy Prime Minister! He was the second most important man in the country, right? Theoretically, anyway. In reality, Charlie had no doubt that all sorts of shadowy things were going on. The police force was just the same.

It was only his first day on the job but, so far, he was pretty chuffed with it. The pay was decent, it was only down the road from his previous place of work (meaning he could still meet up with all his old friends in the pub in the evenings), and the client seemed like a decent bloke based off what he had seen of him on the TV. Not that he’d seen much of him, mind you. Charlie wasn’t a particularly political man - most of what he knew about current politics came from watching the news while in hospital waiting areas.

Anyway, his daughter said that he looked professional in his smart black suit, so clearly that was the most important perk of the job. When he’d told her who he was going to be protecting, she’d said that he was like James Bond! His ex-wife had been less impressed, of course, but that was hardly new.

First impressions were important, so Charlie had made sure that he looked his best before introducing himself. He’d straightened his tie, checked that his shirt was tucked in - he’d even combed his hair! It wasn’t that he was nervous - he’d dealt with far worse than bureaucrats before - but rather that he really wanted to make sure that this job lasted in the long term.

At first she’s sure she’s misheard him. There’s no way Fergus is bringing up marriage now. Not in such a casual way. They’re on the sofa, legs comfortably tangled together while Eve reads her book and Fergus watches the football. The kind of domesticity they’ve enjoyed regularly since Fergus left office. She loves it, the way they really have started to settle down, but she’d hardly expected this conversation.

The pub wasn’t exactly buzzing when Sam Tyler headed down after a long day of work; only a handful of people sat dotted around the dim interior, the occasional clinking glasses and muffled chatter were so much quieter than at the familiar Railway Arms - but Sam needed the distance or so God help him he’d either punch someone in the face or suffocate on the childishness the other detectives exerted on on a daily basis.

The moment he set foot in the unfamiliar establishment, looking quite lost and unsure, a ringing phone caught the detective’s attention. He spun around. No one else seemed to notice. Or seemed to care for what it was worth. So he walked over to the pay phone in the back, pushed the ‘out of order’ sign out of the way and picked up. He was speaking quietly, but with increasing intensity, until he finished almost yelling: “No! No! Wait! I’m alive! I’m right here! I am right here!”

Some patrons turned their heads. Some pretended they didn’t just observe a lunatic take a non-existing call and getting upset when no one answered back. Frustrated, Sam hung up and made his way to the bar. He’d get a bottle for the way and leave in shame. Or so he thought. But of course he had to bump into someone else and make him spill all his drink. Goddamnit! This day was getting better and better!

@libdemdisaster​    /    ROYALTY VERSE STARTER CALL

        SOME MIGHT SAY HE’S GOT TOO MUCH TIME ON HIS HANDS. Likely, he’d agree with them. On the other hand, it’s rather more likely people have fallen for his little plan. A newfound interest in politics, he’s heard people say. An improving relationship with political figures. His father will probably be pleased, but then, Endeavour is certain to find some other way to disappoint him soon enough, so that hardly counts as an advantage. If believing the prince has started to take an interest in politics means that the family’s royal advisers will encourage his meetings, however, he’s quite happy for them to believe it. 

        IN REALITY, HIS INTEREST IS NOT QUITE SO BROAD. It isn’t politics capturing the prince’s attention, but one particular individual that he’s come to associate with the topic. One particular individual who is currently waiting for him in the room they’re due to have a private meeting in. He arrived just ten minutes ago. Endeavour checks once behind him for servants before he picks up his pace to approach the room. There’s a spring in his step and he takes joy in his brief time alone in the corridor, free to smile to himself unobserved as he reaches the door.