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That was interesting, to say the least. The part where my body wasn't really my own was pretty disconcerting at first, but other than that...

I wouldn't go so far as to call it 'fun', but it was a change of pace. Funny how the ordinary can be so unexpected here. Throw us into the middle of a warzone, set a dragon loose, hit us with an invasion, and I don't think a lot of people here would bat an eyelash. Put us in suburbia and tell us to blend in, go to work, pay the bills, and suddenly we don't know what to do.

By the way, Capa, I couldn't have asked for a better husband. [YES, ARTHUR CAN TEASE PEOPLE SOMETIMES.] And I'm sorry for subjecting you guys to family dinners.

[Pause. Moving on.]

In other news, in case you were wondering: Dionysus isn't on the Barge anymore.

[Private to Eames]
I don't know how you do it. Forging, slipping into someone else's skin. I have to admit, I've got a newfound appreciation for what you do.

[OOC: I KNOW I OWE BACKDATED PORT TAGS. The muse just sorta got away from me for a bit. I've had a case of writers' block something fierce.]

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You and Capa? [SELF EXPLANATORY.]

[Private]
Thank you, Arthur. Normally there's a better basis of information before transforming into such a character, but there is a great deal of working with what one finds. I trust you didn't run into much trouble?

[LINEFACE.] The Admiral has a sense of humor.

[Private]
Aside from when I had to conduct a therapy session with Sherlock Holmes? Not really. It's easy to lay low when half the neighbors are changed, too.

I'll bet he does.

[Private]
It would have been a better experiment had you been living with your intended husband, certainly.

I'll leave that kind of experiment to you. It's your field, not mine.

[Pause.]

But speaking of work, there may be something down the line, if you're looking to stretch your legs.

Have a drink with me tonight.

Time and place?

Half nine. My cabin, room 01. Unless that's too late for you?

I think I can manage.

You should consider bringing that briefcase of yours. If you've never been pissed while working, it's something we may have to remedy. Soon, if not tonight.

I'm not sure that needs to be remedied, Eames. See you tonight.

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[And at the appointed time, Arthur heads down the hall, briefcase in hand. He gives a quick, efficient knock.] Mr. Eames.

[Eames opens the door and lets Arthur inside to the room that's half real-Fischer's, half dream-Fischer's, and all not Eames'. He's already set a small collection of finer alcohol, most to Arthur's tastes, and a few glasses on the small table by the leather sofa and chairs. The forger beckons the man in, moving away from the door and trusting Arthur to secure it.]

"It's good to see you, Arthur." [Eames offers with a tone somewhere in between sincerity and teasing.]

[And Arthur does just that, turning to lock the door before he even sets the PASIV down. He's entirely too paranoid with the PASIV, and he doesn't want anybody on the Barge even seeing the briefcase, let alone the device inside. He takes another look around Eames's room, still a little curious about it, but doesn't ask. It's not really relevant to anything, he figures.]

Yeah. [A non-committal response.] This isn't entirely a social call, you know.

[And there goes Arthur, right down to business, as usual.]

[Eames moves over to the left of the door, where there's a nice set of doors that cover a bar, with two large doors below it as well. He gestures to the lower doors.] "The larger safe is there, for when we're done."

[Then the forger crosses over to the right side of the room where the table, chairs, and drinks are.] "In the meantime, you've promised me a drink. I won't listen to a word of the mark until we both have glasses in hand."

[It was still his master plan to go under after they were both intoxicated. It created a whole new dreamsharing experience because the dream shifted regularly at the dreamer's prompting.]

Edited 2011-01-29 22:20 (UTC)

[He nods.] Great. [Generally, Arthur doesn't like leaving the PASIV in others' hands, but he knows he can rely on Eames. The man's nothing short of a professional when they get down to it, even if he has a funny way of showing it. He moves over to the table and looks at the assortment of drinks.]

You know I keep my promises. [Smirking a little:] You've got better taste in drinks than I thought.

"Don't think too well of me. They came with the room." [He replies with a grin, never wanting Arthur to think he was so dreary as the other man's tastes could be. The forger takes a seat in one of the nice leather chairs, a little more function than comfort, but not terrible. Immediately he reaches forward to grab the scotch to begin pouring himself some.] "What would you like?"

Then whoever this is... [He trails off, since he figures Eames knows how that sentence would end, and he does hate to be redundant.] I'll take the same. [And with that, he sits down across from Eames.] Thanks.

"Mm." [Eames leaves it the topic of the room's owner at that single sound of agreement, or at least acknowledgment. The forger pours another glass before returning the bottle to the side, still opened. He slides the one glass across the table to Arthur, then picks up the other.]

"Mind if I propose something, before we get down to the mark?"

[Arthur picks up his own glass and arches his brow.] Go ahead.

[The Brit takes a sip, making a slight face at the taste more for show than actual reaction. Then he gives a small nod as he lowers his glass again.] "It might be a benefit for the lot of us to take the lovely Mrs. Sexby into our world."

[He pauses just a second to let that initial proposition sink in, then elaborates.] "It's the only way for her to understand what we do, which will be the only way she'll begin to understand how powerful and addicting the world can be. I'm fairly convinced it's the only way she'll have a chance at helping Mal in any significant fashion."

[Arthur takes a sip of his own and thinks, considering the proposal.] I hate to admit it, but you're right. [Although he sounds completely serious, it's a slight joke; he knows Eames to be on the mark more often than not.] It's so far beyond... anything she could even conceive of. Most people from our time period can't even understand it. [He frowns a little.] But no matter what, Mal can't know. She can't know we've got a PASIV here.

"Thank you, Arthur. I hadn't thought of that." [It's the same deadpan joking in return. Then Eames downs the remainder of the small amount in his glass and moves to pour himself another.] "I'll speak to Angelica about it, if you don't mind. We'll arrange a time to meet with the three of us before we go under. Do you have someone you trust to monitor or will one of the two of us need to do it?"

[Arthur takes another measured sip.] If her husband's back by then, she might want him around. [He's not entirely sure, though, since he's not all that familiar with their relationship, outside of what's public.] As for somebody to monitor us... [He takes another drink. His first instinct is to suggest Capa, but then he remembers Ariadne. It's strange; he's not entirely accustomed to her presence on the Barge yet.] What about Ariadne? She's been around to monitor during some of the test runs for the Fischer job.

"I think we make it perfectly clear it's for her alone. She can tell her husband about it, and I expect she will, but I don't want any more people there than entirely necessary." [Eames switches his glass to his other hand before leaning back in the chair to be more comfortable. His arms rest lethargically on the chair's. The forger actually considers Ariadne before shaking his head.] "She's kept an eye before, but she doesn't know how the device works. Nor does she know how to change doses or tamper with it if something goes wrong. It should be a routine job, but the environment is not. I'd rather not take any chances."

Me neither. [As it is, Arthur feels like too many people know already. He's not terribly comfortable with that. He leans forward, thinking, then finishes his drink and sets the glass down on the table.] Capa. He knows how the PASIV works, and he's monitored for me before. [He looks at Eames.] I did a quick job before you got here.

[Eames laughs at that, dropping as much innuendo into his tone as possible.] "Running tricks with Capa, eh Arthur?"

[He leans forward to refill the point man's glass whether he wants it or not, setting his own glass down and then picking up the bottle and pouring Arthur's. Even though he was curious, he knew better than to ask about a previous job; it was confidential. There was really only one question that mattered.] "Who all knows about dream-sharing here? Aside from Robert, Mal, Angelica, and Ariande?"

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