cape_kore | ♠ first dream | day 81

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♠ first dream | day 81 | video ♦

[ 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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[ There's a shift as he tugs something from his inside pocket and then he's holding up a silver cigarette case. ]

Always prepared.

[ Also his mouth more than makes up for the porn. ]

[GDI Eames would you flaunt water in front of a man dying of thirst. It probably painfully obvious the way Charlie's eyes lock on the cigarette case as soon Eames takes it out of his pocket. Want. Now.]

You gonna quit being an asshole and share one of those?

Awh, name-calling already? This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

[ A pause, considering. ] How about you direct me to the nearest watering hole and I'll share.

Ain't name calling when it's fucking true.

[Also, 'name-calling?' Are you five?

All the same he rattles off directions to the bar. It's a small place, you'll find it quickly. Charlie will carefully time himself to show up just late enough to not seem desperate for the cigarette.]

[ He's already propped up against the bar, jacket still on because it hides the pistol strapped to his body. He smiles when Charlie enters, dragging his gaze down the man and then back up. It's either very flirtatious or he's sizing him up. Could be both. ]

Hullo Charlie.

[Given where he comes from, he's inclined to think it's the latter. Most people he does business with tend to be very keen observers of other people.

Someone else showing up in a suit, finally. If you can call it a suit. It has a jacket anyway. Charlie's own suit is hanging in his closet still. He only has the one, after all, and he wants to keep it in good shape if he can.]

Yeah.

[He pulls a stool up to the bar, and orders a whiskey.]

Sos I filled my end of the bargain, heres. You got something for me?

[ He produces the cigarette holder with a flourish, one already poking out at the edge. Then he holds out his lighter, infinitely helpful. He watches Charlie out of the corner eye as he orders his own drink. It tastes real enough but then again, dreams are real when you're in them. ]

Mm. So, shortage of cigarettes and booze. Is this a battle royale situation? Where we slowly drive ourselves insane and off every single other member of the town?

[Oh thank fucking god. Charlie doesn't bother trying to cover up his obvious sigh of relief as he takes his first deep drag in. That's the fucking stuff. He has a second one before answering, blowing the smoke out from his nose as he usually does.]

Seems fucking likely things keep going how they been.

[Hell, where hes from they tried to take just booze away and there's plenty of killing going on over that.]

[ An attractive man blissed out by wrapping his lips around something? Save him, jesus. So he swallows down half of his drink immediately, twists to his side so he can watch him. ]

So let's start from the top, what can you tell me about this place?

Dunno. That depends what it worth to yous.

[He's noticed that Eames is watching him. It's been pretty fucking obvious since he spoke to him, after all. So he just takes another particularly long drag on his cigarettes, licking his lips before blowing a plume of smoke out again.]

[ He laughs, a small snort of sound. ] You're trying to fleece me, love. I'm on to you.

[ The thing about Eames is he could be the campest motherfucker on the planet, and yet he's built like an actual brick shithouse. So when he smiles there's flirtation and power there. ]

It ain't fleecing we're both getting something out of it.

[Eames is large, and Charlie's noticed. Despite being a lanky thing himself, he always been spectacularly bad at taking into account when someone could pummel him into the ground. It's a character flaw. So he holds his gaze, taking another sip of his drink as he does.]

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What's your price?

[ One eyebrow lifts, clearly interested in the fact that a projection seems to be trying to barter with him. None of this acts like a conventional dream.

Yusuf's drugs, maybe? ]

Another drink.

[Slow drag as he pretends to think more.]

And any information you gots about what were happening to yous right before you got heres.

[ The drink he can do, leaning over the bar to grab the bottle. The second thing has his suspicions rising. His posture shifts a fraction, his expression still open but his body treating the conversation as some sort of vague threat. To a projection it's probably not obvious, but he's already realising he can't keep up with how different things are. ]

I was on a flight. Terribly boring.

An airplane?

[The guy doesn't look like a pilot. And then Charlie remembers the time difference.]

What year?

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2010.

[ A frown. ] Why do you ask?

That's your first piece of information about this place. Not everyone shoes up from the same fucking time.

It were 1923 where I was.

[ He chokes on his swallow of whiskey, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Either someone is really fucking with him, or they simply didn't do the research well enough.

The decor doesn't match the man. ]

That explains the accent.

Sos I've heard.

[jeez, everyone's always on about his fucking accent. Half of New York sounds like him in his day.]

More people here from when you ares. Me and my partner are the only ones I met here from our time.

[ 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.

[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.]

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

[ He's fucking amazing, okay? ]

[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?

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.

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