♠ first dream | day 81 | video ♦

[plagiary]

[ The face that swims into view on the screen is at once amused, suspicious, and carefully constructed to show only the barest and mildest emotion. He's handsome in an unconventional way, rough around the edges but keen eyes curious. When he speaks, his voice is thick with a British accent ( at once posh and then not so much, as though he can't decide ), warm and begrudgingly impressed. ]

Hullo Cape Kore. Nice little place you've got here, innit? I mean it's all rather retro. [ Tapping the face of his new wrist adornment. ] I'm not saying that's bad per say, I just know a fellow who'd just go straight to palpitations if he saw the eighties were calling. [ Gaze flicking to the sun in the sky. Arthur had put him under, Arthur had been in control. Arthur never cocks up, so what the hell is this? ]

I've heard the lovely message that's been left for me. Not many people are able to kidnap me without my knowledge, someone’s got some rather astonishing skills. [ A smile that is at once sweet and sharp. No point in frightening off any locals that are actually helpful. No point making himself seem vulnerable if they aren't. He's not sure who's projections these are, let alone which dream. It certainly isn't his. ] I’d love to be pointed in the right direction though, be able to show my appreciation of a job well done. Can't find a single needle mark on me.

[ For those not in the know of terrible crime, that would tell him he's been drugged. ] Any takers? Though make it quick, eh? I've got a plane to catch.

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[plagiary]

[ It's a good thing Eames still uses partner as business otherwise he'd be so disappointed in how you are not available, Charlie. ]

Isn't that a good thing? Wouldn't want to dull your appeal.

[dowhatisays]

[No one has explained the changed meaning of the word 'partner' to him yet. He may be slightly embarrassed when they do.]

You the first one reckons I got much of that.

[Seriously, you're weird, Eames.]

[plagiary]

Now that is a damn shame. Tell me, are we stuck in a village of people with terrible blindness?

[ He's fucking amazing, okay? ]

[dowhatisays]

[Amazing at being weird.]

Anyone told yous you got no fucking sense of shame?

[It really is an instance of the pot calling the kettle black, as evidenced by the way Charlie tops off Eames' drink.]

What else you wanna know?

[plagiary]

Oh, a fair few. At least you're not trying to stab me with a pencil. That happens a lot too.

[ A huff. ] All business, aren't you? All right, does everyone have the same circumstances? Not remembering how the bloody fuck they got here and all.

[dowhatisays]

The fuck someone try to use a pencil for? [There are so many better stabbing implements. Like knives. This is clearly the more important question over why someone would try to stab Eames at all. Stabbings happen, that's just life.]

Far as I can tells. No I talked to knows how the fuck they got heres, just that they did.

[plagiary]

It was the closest instrument he had to hand. [ Is that fondness in his voice? Possibly. Eames has a weakness for specific kinds of violent and the men who use it. ]

So you blink and then you're here?

[dowhatisays]

Tell your friends to start packing better heat.

[Because he's picked up that edge of fondness. He gets it. He's been stabbed by friends before. What's a little violence between friends?]

That's about its. Those of us gots people we know, from back home, usually don't show up together. Meyer was here a full day before I were.

[plagiary]

Oh, he's packing all right. [ Arthur's nowhere near and yet Eames is still quite happily sexually objectifying him. ]

Anyone notice you were missing?

[dowhatisays]

[Eames gets another incredulous look. Honestly, has this guy never heard of discretion before?]

That's the thing. He weren't missing. I saw him ten fucking seconds before I showed up heres, but he was here almost a whole day.

[plagiary]

[ Discretion is a cardinal fucking sin, okay? ]

So time doesn't move? [ Ugh, headache. ]

[dowhatisays]

[It isn't when the lack of it will get you arrested.]

Th fuck do I knows? I guess that must be hows it works.

[plagiary]

None of this makes sense.

[dowhatisays]

Yeah, fucking thanks for that jem of information, Sherlock.

[plagiary]

[ A snort. ] You're pleasant, aren't you?

[dowhatisays]

Didn't realise I were heres for your fucking entertainment, pal.

[plagiary]

[ He almost wants to start humming for some reason. ]

No, you've been quite informative.

[dowhatisays]

[His cigarette is almost finished and he makes a displeased hum as he takes the last drag. Dammit, hopefully that fix lasts him some.]

That all you needed to knows?

[plagiary]

For now.

[ He's considering the merits of putting a bullet in his head. Best to muse that out alone. ]

[dowhatisays]

If you ain't got nothing else to ask.

[Charlie puts out the finished stub of his cigarette, blowing his last plume of smoke, and straightens his jacket.]

Best a luck to you, pal. You're gonna need it.

[plagiary]

Oh, I have no doubt about that.

[ Raising his glass. ] Thanks for the help.