Z, at long last Z.
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([identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] section7mfu Jul. 18th, 2017 11:04 am)
W is here, finally.  I do  plan on actually completing the ABC Affair,
so if you'll just give me a little more time to get the last three posted,
you can visit with
W Is For Wow on AO3

([identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] section7mfu Jul. 18th, 2017 09:30 am)
Since there's no PicFic today, how about an Impromptu Challenge.  We've had some photos showing up that feature a certain blond.  We need equal time for our handsome CEA, Napoleon Solo.  That doesn't mean Kuryakin can't show up in his glorious blondness, but this challenge is about the official Ladies Man of UNCLE HQ.
Let's have a story based on this:
What is wrong with Solo?

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Prompts - Package/Pink
Word Count - 361


This piece was inspired by [livejournal.com profile] glennagirl. Click the (hastily and badly photoshopped) pic to go to AO3.

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([personal profile] glenmered posting in [community profile] section7mfu Jul. 17th, 2017 04:26 pm)

Prompts: package, pink
Word Count: 985

 

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"Sir, can you please tell me where I can find leotards for little girls?"

The woman might as well have been asking Illya for directions to the moon, although he might have fared slightly better on that one.

"I am new here madame, and not quite sure where to direct you in order to locate a, um… leotard."  The young woman looked disappointed as she juggled the package in her arms and tried to keep hold of the little hand she  had in hers.

"Oh dear… well… Does anyone know where I might find a pair of pink tights and a leotard?"  Illya felt bad as he watched her look around for someone else to help her.  Working undercover in a department store had been tailor made for Napoleon, but instead it was Kuryakin who was sent in to play the part of a sales associate while his partner hunted for a THRUSH presence upstairs in the accounting department.  The roles should have been reversed, and Illya would stand by that opinion against all odds.

At the moment, the odds were not in his favor.  He truly did not have a clue as to where one might find a pink leotard with tights to match.  His position behind the men's accessories bar was dicey enough, never mind ballet accoutrement.

Illya's supervisor was another young woman named Sylvia Drew. She was watching the new man in men's accessories and recognized the look of someone searching for an answer.  She found him attractive, and his frustration was completely charming to her as she let him squirm for a few minutes before swooping in to rescue him from his dilemma.

"May I be of some help here?" Sylvia smiled at the mother and child, and then at Illya.  She knew him as Ian Whitley, something slightly less intimidating than a Russian had been the thinking for this one.

"Yes, thank you.  This customer is looking for girl's dance apparel, and I fear I do not know where that is in the store."  Illya raised his eyebrows just enough to give an air of complete and utter helplessness, something he had perfected over the years.  Both women held back a sigh; he really was very cute.

Sylvia took over, directing the woman to the escalator and giving directions to the girls department.  When she was finished she turned her attention back to the blond man with the intense blue eyes.

"Mr. Whitley, you will learn where all of the departments are soon enough.  It's a big store, and there's a lot to take in.  Give it some time."  Her smile was warm, and Illya nodded and thanked her.  He thought Miss Drew was young to be in a supervisory position.  It would be inappropriate to remark on it, but it impressed him.

"Thank you for rescuing me.  I felt utterly lost until you walked up to take over."  Butterflies overwhelmed her stomach and she thought it possible that she was blushing.  Sylvia Drew needed to keep it professional, but it wasn't going to be easy.

Upstairs, Napoleon was playing the part of a Personnel manager from the corporate offices.  The plea for help from the President of the company had come to Alexander Waverly along with a suspicion that someone was corrupting their finances in an attempt to buy out controlling interest.  When it appeared that THRUSH might be involved, UNCLE was more than willing to investigate and, if necessary, intervene.

Why would THRUSH want a department store?  That had been the question asked b everyone involved.  What had emerged was the probability that it would simply be a front for laundering money in a large venue with multiple locations.  Catching them at their criminal activities was now the goal.

Napoleon approached the man behind a desk in the accounting area, which was a row of desks behind what served as the personnel office.  It didn't take long to spot a known THRUSH agent whose expertise was in banking and finance.  If he was here then it was a sure thing that he was doing something to the books that would damage the store's economy.  Napoleon perused the room as though looking for someone and then left.  He was on his communicator to Mr. Waverly within minutes.

Illya received a message by way of Sylvia Drew, who took the call from personnel that Mr. Whitley was wanted upstairs.  He thanked her and made his way up the escalator as she watched him, wondering again what the parameters of professionalism were regarding dating employees.

Once Illya reached the top floor he was met by Napoleon who filled him in on who he had seen in the office.

"And are we to take action now?"  Illya wondered if it might lead to something violent.

"Not action, exactly.' Napoleon winked and withdrew his Walther from the neatly concealed shoulder holster.  He inserted sleep darts and motioned for Illya to lead the way back inside the office area.  Once there he walked into a spot where he was partially concealed and lined up a shot.  The THRUSH never knew what was coming, and Illya was close by so that when he collapsed it was as though he were saving the day when he caught him and called for someone to ring for an ambulance.

A team of medics arrived, dispatched from UNCLE Headquarters and ready to transport the patient back there for interrogation.  Solo and Kuryakin looked like heroes and were able to leave the store with some well intentioned comments in their wake.  

Sylvia Drew would be disappointed in the coming days when her blond employee failed to return to his position in men's accessories.  It would be months before she spotted him again as he escorted a visiting dignitary from behind the Iron Curtain, along with that management exec from corporate.

Strange was the only word she could come up with.

 

Short Affair 7/17
Prompt: Despair
Color: Pink

Title: Desperate Times
Author: Rose of Pollux
Word Count: ~920

Summary: In which Napoleon goes to desperate lengths in the hopes he won’t transform into a were-beast–unfortunately, THRUSH has predicted his next move. And Illya continues to do whatever he can to keep Napoleon human. Continuation of last week's piece.

Available at my DreamWidth

([identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] section7mfu Jul. 17th, 2017 01:45 pm)
If you're just signing on you might have missed these photos from the Come With Me To The Casbah Affair.  And you might have missed the poll that inspired me to post them.  So, take a look and do some fangirl squees, then vote in the poll if you haven't already.  The results are fun, and no one should miss out.
Okay, find things HERE and prepare to go THUD!
Here's a sneak peak...
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Challenge: The Short Affair'

Click on the pic to take you to the story:



-Prompt Word 1 - Package

-Prompt Colour – Pink

Author: mrua7

Title: jumping the gun

Word Count: approx 390

([identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] section7mfu Jul. 17th, 2017 07:44 am)
Make that Mr. Gorgeous I suppose.  Illya Kuryakin is the current date choice in our poll that began yesterday.  You can still vote for your dream date HERE and chime in on the why of it.
In the meantime, here's a hint as to who is in the lead...

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([identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] section7mfu Jul. 17th, 2017 07:33 am)
Pay attention to the announcement in the center.  The 50th Challenge is coming soon!
I watched the Casbah episode and took a few screen shots.  My apologies to the Napoleon girls, but these were just too good to pass up.  Behind the cut is a blond paradise... The poll is HERE

Kuryakin )
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([identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] section7mfu Jul. 16th, 2017 02:06 pm)
Since everyone is obviously just lazing about with nothing better to do...ahem...
What is your true fantasy concerning our gorgeous guys from the grey halls of UNCLE HQ?
Let's see how you'd spend your time, if you could get some.  With them, that is.
[Poll #2070253]
([identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] section7mfu Jul. 16th, 2017 09:33 am)

Hope you have a gorgeous and fun-filled day!

([identity profile] jantojones.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] section7mfu Jul. 14th, 2017 10:25 pm)
I've actually started a piece for 'The Summer Affair' for the AO3 collection (don't get too excited though, I have haven't quite pinned down the story yet). In the meantime, here's a summer story I wrote a couple of years ago.

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Dan Baldassare was one tough agent, an ex-Marine…


“Once a Marine always a Marine,” he’d say.” It’s okay to say ‘former’ but never 'ex.' ”


Legendary in the field, but time was winding down; he was turning 40. That meant mandatory retirement. Said he’d manage at a desk, but would miss the action.


On his last assignment Dan Baldassare didn’t make it; his life was cut short.


Waverly held a special meeting for his agents, concerned the loss of the man would affect morale… It did, but like Dan they knew they had a job to do regardless of the cost.


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Dedicated to the memory of the real Dan Baldassare, 20, a U.S. Marine Corps crewmaster and 2015 graduate of Colts Neck High School NJ, who was aboard the KC-130 that crashed 85 miles north of Jackson, Mississippi. He was one of 15 Marines on the training flight from Marine Corps Air Station Cherry Point in North Carolina to El Centro, California, to transport personnel and equipment, 7/10/17. May they Rest in Peeace.

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