♠ 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]

Well, I'm fairly certain I could open my shirt, grab some flowers, and do my very best Morrissey impression.

[ He offers up a grin. ] If you'd like.

[hung_garian]

Morrissey'll do in a pinch. He is a very charming man. Real handsome devil.

[The grin is returned, full force. Don't get him started on pop culture references, Eames. It may be the last thing you ever do.]

But I think I prefer the Judas Priest look.

[plagiary]

Heavy metal's not really my thing, unfortunately. I was definitely a new romantic. With a little added fondness for the Smiths. [ He seems a little taken aback for the moment. Arthur is far too young and far too straight laced for this to still be his dream. It cannot be Eames' because his is infinitely more militarised, for this job anyway. ]

Manchester rather than Birmingham. Never met a Brummie I didn't want to punch in the face.

[hung_garian]

Oh, you don't have to play the music. Just wear the outfit.

[Personally, Gabriel doesn't have much preference with regards to music, beyond a fondness for earworms and absurdity. He thinks almost everything the humans come up with is neat. The seventies and eighties, though, have a special place in his heart, mostly because everything was so silly. Judas Priest get a special mention mostly on the basis of their name: a little sacrilege never goes amiss as far as he's concerned, and he'd always felt bad for Judas.]

And how d'you feel about Yanks?

[plagiary]

Well, if that's what you're into.

[ He's not getting any closer to figuring out where he is precisely. But he might as well get to know the locals, as it were. ] Passionately. But if we're talking music then not so much.

[hung_garian]

Among other things.

[Is he joking? So often his flirting - if it can even be called that - is just meant to make people uncomfortable. Still, if someone's going to encourage him, he'll try not to disappoint.]

Nope. Just wondering if I need to be worried about my face too - wouldja believe that not all Brits are huuuuuge fans of us? [A grin, somewhat on the wry side - it'd be more so, probably, if he were actually American in origin.] The Birmingham accent's about five million times worse than any of ours, but hey, thought I'd better ask in case I found myself with a broken nose. It's one of my best features.

[plagiary]

[ He's worked with many people of many different origins. He's not so quick to judge as he younger self might have been. Besides, Eames' accent shifts and changes depending on the situation. It becomes only a part of the picture when you learn to dissect. ]

Oh, it's all right. You can keep your good looks. I try not to cause carnage straight away. That's all too action flick. What's the point in kicking out shins if you're not going to get answers first?

[hung_garian]

Besides for the sheer fun of it, you mean?

[Look at this innocent little face! He doesn't mean that, does he? He must be kidding. Right? Right.]

But there are plenty easier ways to get answers, if that's what you're after. Got any questions? Cross my heart, etc., I'll see if I can't go against the habit of a lifetime and be helpful.

[plagiary]

[ Gabriel, are you the unholy bastard of Cobb and Yusuf or something? Because he is getting vibes off you, son.

Anyway, in for a penny. ] You haven't seen a french woman about here, have you? Tall, slim, unfortunately spooky. She's a little bit murderous if you're not her ex-husband.

[hung_garian]

Uh... blonde, snarky, potentially evil? Susanne, maybe?

[He means Suzette, but no doubt that's not who Eames means.]

She hasn't tried to kill me yet, but I don't remember having married her, so I suppose it's only a matter of time.

[plagiary]

[ Mal is Cobb's shade. She's bound to be trapped in Limbo somewhere. Much like he assumes he is. But usually projections aren't particularly chatty - unless they're made that way. ]

Well, if your life turns into a soap opera I promise to write all the right reviews.

[hung_garian]

You'd do that for little old me? How sweet.

[plagiary]

I'm a giving fellow.

[hung_garian]

A bona fide altruist, sure.

[plagiary]

Well, when we meet again I'm sure you'll see just how.

[hung_garian]

[He snorts.]

I'll look forward to it. Til then, pal.