PicFic 3/26

[avirra.livejournal.com]

The New Girl

Napoleon froze at the entrance to the conference room. He had only stopped to glance because the door was wide open - a highly unusual occurence.

A blonde - a very beautiful blonde - was sitting at the table. Her gaze seemed unfocused and to the side - daydreaming about something while waiting, he assumed. Since she hadn't noticed him yet, he took a longer time to study her than he might usually have taken the liberty to do. Her hair was glossy, well-groomed, but not overly fussy as it covered one ear but was swept neatly behind her left one. Her makeup emphasized her eyes and lips but wasn't done with too heavy a hand. The dress she was wearing was both modest and alluring. It looked to be a designer label in an amethyst jewel tone that was well-tailored to her figure. Her shoes and handbag were both black leather and also looked designer.

Whoever she was waiting for, she was apparently at ease. Her breathing was light and regular and she made the occasional small movement, but wasn't moving so much as to be fidgeting. His eyes were finally drawn away from her by the sound of footsteps.

He glanced down the hall to see Mister Waverly and Illya approaching, apparently in the midst of a discussion as Illya had a clipboard in front of him and Mister Waverly was nodding periodically. At least until he spotted where Napoleon was standing and then motioned him over.

"You didn't enter the conference room, did you, Mister Solo?"

"No, Mister Waverly. I saw it was occupied."

Seeming pleased with that answer, Mister Waverly smiled.

"I trust that seeing that it was occupied was not all that you noticed. What is your impression of Miss Victoria? She is our latest addition to U.N.C.L.E."

"Really?"

Napoleon couldn't imagine that a woman dressed like that was headed for the secretarial pool, but surely he'd have caught wind of someone who looked like that going through Survival School.

"Which Section is she joining, sir?"

"She's part of Section VIII - Research and Development."

Mister Waverly moved to the doorway and gazed at the lady himself briefly before speaking.

"Congratulations are in order to you, Mister Kuryakin. You and your team have surpassed yourselves. To think she came to us from a Disney exhibition."

Illya smiled, both at the praise from Mister Waverly and the honest look of confusion on Napoleon's face.

"Do you remember our time at the World's Fair, Napoleon?"

"Yes, but what does that have to do with -?"

It hit Napoleon like a ton of bricks.

"The Lincoln exhibit. Are you kidding me? She's an animatronic?"

"She is indeed, Mister Solo. Mister Kuryakin informs me that currently her movements are limited. Eye blinks, breathing, slight head turns and such. But my first concern was that she could pass as a living woman to casual observation. Your reaction showed that she has passed that test with flying colors. Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me, I have a luncheon meeting to attend."

"Of course, sir."

Napoleon waiting until Mister Waverly was gone to step into the conference room and move closer to 'Victoria'.

"Wow. I still don't believe it. And think of the benefits you might reap, chum."

Standing in the doorway, watching as Napoleon touched the animatronics' hand briefly, Illya frowned.

"Benefits? What benefits?"

"Are you kidding? You could be well on the way to making the perfect woman for yourself."

"And to think I was about to offer to buy you lunch in celebration of a successful project."

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Oh this was hysterical, especially the last line. Great job!

What's really weird is how many of us chose to give her a name beginning with a 'V". The phrase 'great minds think alike,' keeps popping up.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Oh my, it has just the right amount of creepiness to accompany the real sense of being alongside one of those animatronic creations. I remember the first time I saw the Lincoln show at D'land, it was very impressive.
Great use of the prompt.

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Thanks. This is a really good idea, and especially goes with that photo. Now you've pointed it out, I'll always think of her as an animatronic. (Section VIII might want to remenber perfume. Goulart points out that scent can give the game away.)

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[avirra.livejournal.com]

It was her eyes that clicked the story for me. They reminded me of a mannequin and it went from there *l*. Good thought on the scent.

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[avirra.livejournal.com]

That's kind of the reaction I had to animatronics when I visited the Hall of Presidents - impressed, but vaguely creeped out at the same time.

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[avirra.livejournal.com]

Napoleon's just happy I didn't make him ask to be introduced *l*.

I suppose it isn't a really compliment to whoever the model is that the first thought that ran through my head was how life like she looked.

[rachaeljurassic.livejournal.com]

Great story. She is a bit Stepford Wives!

[carabele.livejournal.com]

As a mannequin rather than a real live woman is how I saw her in that pic too!

Course an animatron is a lot more advanced than a simple mannequin. [giggle]

Great take on the prompt!

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Fascinating--Illya, the inventor of the positronic brain! And here I thought it was Isaac Asimov!

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

A great interpretation. Even Napoleon was fooled. :D

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[avirra.livejournal.com]

Well, someone else had to get the credit. Not like you can list a secret agent in a history book *g*.

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[avirra.livejournal.com]

Very. She could fit right into Stepford with those looks *g*.

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[avirra.livejournal.com]

As Marian said, great minds thinking alike *l*. There is just something artificial looking about her though.

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[avirra.livejournal.com]

Napoleon's had it rough in the PicFic stories this week *l*.