[Introduction - Not Quite James Bond]

[in_your_eames]

Eames awakes late in the afternoon to the depressingly familiar sound of over-large feet kicking their way through the front door of his flat. A lurch of adrenaline propels him up and out of bed before his body remembers how hungover he is, a vile headache stabbing him between the eyes and temporarily crippling him whilst the ominous feet stomp

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[themusedescends]

And here's a fellow Englishman, though... the time separation might be wide enough that it doesn't make that much difference. Also, not upper class, though he could be if he wanted to, we suspect. Geoff has finished the book he borrowed from the library the night before, and he's returning it now to trade it out for a new one; but he's still reading it while he walks, so it's possible he might run into someone in the hallway or in the library itself.

[in_your_eames]

Eames loves a good library, and has stopped in the doorway to rearrange the precarious pile of interesting-looking tomes he's carrying when he encounters this new face.

"Sorry, mate," he says cheerfully, taking a few steps back to clear a path. Predictably, half of the books abscond from his grasp and end up on the floor.

[themusedescends]

Geoff glances up at the voice, already automatically adjusting his course to move around the man, when he sees the accident about to happen in the moment before it does. Alas, while he claps his own book closed and makes a grab for the nearest of Eames' falling ones, coordination is not his strong suit and he fails to nab even one in midair.

"Good christ, man, my apologies," says Geoff, tucking his book under his arm and stooping to help collect the unruly tomes. "I have been advised before to pay attention to where I am going and obviously have never seen the sense in doing so."

[in_your_eames]

"Nonsense," Eames says. "It was my fault entirely." Books gathered back into some kind of order, he breaks into a grin. "And life's a lot more fun when you jump in feet-first."

[themusedescends]

Geoff can't help but grin back, handing the last book over and standing up in pretty much the same movement.

"My thoughts - and proven experiences, at that - precisely. I'm afraid we haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet. I'm Geoffrey Chaucer." He hasn't quite picked up the habit of shaking hands yet, though he will if prompted.