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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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[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?"

He's got promise. [And that's AAAAALL Arthur's going to say about Capa.]

Thanks. [He takes up his glass and sips, being careful not to go too fast. He doesn't want to get drunk before discussing the potential job.] We can assume Edward Sexby, too. [He pauses.] One other person knows the very basics. Stephanie. I needed somebody to monitor, with my first inmate, and she was the only person I trusted who could also handle Mindy... [He really hopes Eames won't ask more about Mindy; it still bothers him that he wasn't able to save her before she vanished from the Barge. Plus, he'd rather not let Eames in on the fact that he had a 12 year old who could very nearly kick his ass.] It never got to that point, though. She disappeared. So Stephanie never saw the PASIV. She hasn't said anything about it to me since.

"I'll be he does." [A winning grin.]

[Then Eames puts on slightly-more-serious face again, taking another short sip.] "You certainly get around." [ANOTHER GRIN, then back to business.] "Who the mark you worked with Dr. Capa? Do they know anything?"

[Arthur makes a face and shakes his head.] No. They're in the dark. [Another drink. He looks at the bottle, because man, this is smooth. He could get used to drinking this.] And as far as extraction goes, nobody knows. Not even Capa.

"I'd like to keep it that way." [He replied a little more seriously. Then his tone and expression lightened again.] "So tell me about this project of yours."

You've got nothing to worry about from my end. [Ariadne's, however, Arthur was more concerned about. She already slipped up once over the network, mentioning forging. Luckily, it was an innocuous word by itself.] It's a basic extraction. A warden wants some information from his inmate, about his life, why he's an inmate. In and out, shouldn't call for more than one level.

"Who are the players, why extraction, and what's the pay?" [They were all basic questions he knew that Arthur would already know the answer to. Eames took another sip, watching the point man and listening intently. His mind was already beginning to form possibilities.]

Tyr and Jim Profit. And extraction's the only thing that fits his criteria. He wants somebody to pull this information without the use of telepathy, torture or [He waves a hand and tajes a drink.] 'magic.' [SCOFF.] And he said that Jim won't give it up willingly. As for pay... [He leans back in his seat and shrugs a little.] Hasn't come up yet. Didn't seem necessary to negotiate it when I wouldn't tell him what I was even considering. I need to know you're on board before I can come back to him with a proposal. [He taps his fingers on the glass, thinking.] Money's useless here. So, what would you want for a job like this?

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[Eames just listens through the thing, taking mental notes. He's noticed Tyr on the network, but not Jim Profit. It's a man he's going to need to get to know.] "Do we know anything about him? Friends or associates? Should I be tailing him for a bit first or only working within the dream? It's relevant to pay, of course, but I can't give a number when there's no money. Twenty pounds means nothing to these people."

[Of course, he meant twenty thousand pounds, a basic figure, but he assume the clarification was unnecessary.] "I need more forgery materials. Wouldn't mind an owed favor, I guess, if the warden's worth anything."

He comes across as completely normal, under the radar mostly. [Which, of course, means there's a lot more than meets the eye. Profit's an inmate, after all.] The only associates I was able to pick up on were Nygma-- [He pauses to give Eames a look. WHY DOES EVERYTHING COME BACK TO THIS CREEP?] Dr. Lewis and Armand St. Just. I don't know how close any of them are. There seems to be... something going on between him and Dr. Lewis, but it's difficult to pin down. [And the thought makes Arthur totally uncomfortable.] I don't think we'll need any forging for this; it's just a simple extraction. But any information you can get would be a help, since his warden probably doesn't have much to offer.

[He thinks, taking another drink.] What, specifically, would these materials be? And as for the warden himself, he's a weapons guy. Muscle.

"A bit of bump and chat then?" [Eames asks casually, trying to decide on which method he should be using to get to know the inmate prior to extraction. If he should be getting to know the inmate at all; seeing a person outside of the dream always made seeing them inside a little riskier.] "Or a long-distance watch?"

[To the latter, he gave a knowing smile.] "Can't do anything with a man like that. I'd have to check on the specific materials.. likely acetone. A laminating machine as well."

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