Man from U.N.C.L.E. Section VII

Illya knew he'd probably crossed a line with his little 'project', however as an UNCLE agent he had a right to slander the opposition and put his partner in a compromising position similar to the one he would be in playing Twister.

George Dennell had not done a good job of keeping his part of the plan quiet and Napoleon had seen that oversized dart board and the picture behind the bullseye.  It was a unique board to be sure, not entirely true to the pub favorites but it served Kuryakin's purpose well enough.
Now he was hiding from his partner, dart board safely beside him in the Map Room; the room was off limits for the party and therefore a perfect location for laying low.

The vaunted Twister game had yet to begin, Illya's partner for the dreaded event not close by enough to help him sneak the dart board into the gymnasium.  Napoleon was hot on his trail, hot under the collar and, well, just generally hot.

Illya waited for what he thought an adequate amount of time before peering out the door, scanning the corridor for any sign of Napoleon.  Satisfied that the coast was indeed clear, he emerged from the Map Room with the dart board tucked beneath his left arm.  As he closed the door behind him a familiar voice made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

"Going somewhere tovarisch?" There was ice in that familiar phrase, and as Illya turned to face his irate partner the dart board felt like a thousand pounds of misplaced mischief.

"Oh, hello Napoleon.  I'm heading for the party, the um.. the gymnasium.  Care to join me?  I am most anxious to play your game of Twisted."

"Twister, and you can't wiggle out of this one Kuryakin.  I know what you have there."  Illya feigned ignorance, raising his eyebrows in a questioning expression usually reserved for sympathetic secretaries.

"I beg your pardon, to what are you referring?"  Yeah, very convincing.

Napoleon grabbed the dart board and pulled it away from Illya's grasp, turning it over to better examine the photograph that had been affixed to the surface.

"Seriously?  You had to stoop so low as to..."  And then Napoleon broke out in a guffaw that surprised the Russian with its gusto.  Pleased at this turn of events Illya decided to venture in a little farther.

"Ah, so you do see the humor.  I am so relieved, you know..."

"I should wring your scrawny Russian neck!  This is an infringement of my privacy Illya, a hindrance to my effectiveness at infiltrating THRUSH.  Why, it, it... Damn, it's funny."  More laughter until both men were bent over in near hysterics.

There's some gossip brewing (no pun intended) in the Canteen.

As I mentioned in an earlier post, December has so much to offer once the drinks have flowed freely and the inhabitants of UNCLE HQ have all told their stories, some tall and not a few beyond belief.  Which will bring us to the aftermath.
What, you may ask, is the aftermath?  Why, it's the office gossip machine.  It's what happens after everyone starts to try and put two and two together and keep coming up with five.... or more.  It's what fuels a community, the energy that fires up imaginations and threatens to ruin relationships.  It's life in the fast lane.
Office Gossip UNCLE Style.
The date for our fictional party is December 10th, next Thursday evening.  Leading up to the party we have all sorts of questions, innuendo and speculation.
Will Dancer be bringing a date?
You know what I heard about her and Kuryakin... Really?  Well, let me fill you in.
I hear Mr. Solo is bringing...

What rumors have you heard, or willing to start?  Feel free to post up until the party, and then let's really let her rip!  Some things will be proven wrong, others will have new light shed on them.  You can post your gossip as drabbles, short stories or photo manips... any way you like  Just a question will do when you're looking to get some gossip going.  We're still gen, so keep that in mind when you start spinning your rumor thread around our characters.  Post daily, hourly or whenever the gossip gnome comes to visit you.  If you read someone else's gossip and want to challenge or add to it, feel free.  Again, you can do drabbles, short stories or any other type of posting format. Use tags for these entries: christmas, office gossip.

All I want for Christmas is a big fat piece of juicy gossip.