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Arthur | Inception

[pointwoman]

[Oh hey, she's snoozin' on the bed. Wonder what she's got.]

2, bb.

[extract_themind]

[Dom's walked in to check on her, she's been sleeping longer than usual.]

OH NO IT IS THE FEARSOME HANDWAVE DISEASE

[pointwoman]

[Ngh. Go away, Dom, she's busy burning up into your pillow.]

OH NOS!

[extract_themind]

[Moving over he places a hand along her forehead and frowns. That wasn't...]

Arthur?

aristos (63!ariadne) → inception

[construered]

I'm fine.

[ But he's not, obviously, because. Well. Meme. ]

1. >> ;;

[falsity]

[ She smirks at him from across the table and then pushes the box of kleenex towards him with the tip of her finger. ]

You, Aristos, are a terrible liar.

omg THIS IS SO CUTE I MAY DIE caljshgljashd

[construered]

[ He finds himself wanting to be petulant and childlike (he always was horrible at dealing with something like the sniffles) so he stares at the box instead of taking one. For... reasons of his pride. Or something. ]

I'm fine, [ he repeats, but it kind of sounds like I'b fine, what with that blocked nose of his. Stupid betraying sinuses. ]

WHAT HAPPENS IN MOMBASA STAYS IN MOMBASA lkasjdf

[falsity]

[ Eames' attention darts between Artie's face and the box of tissues, like she's challenging him not to take one. It would be admittedly a little disappointing if he were to fall victim to such transparent tactics, but young men were just that -- young men. ]

Mm, yes. Of course you are, darling.

[ Lies lies lies. ]

Eames || Inception

[slipin2yourskin]

[Heading inside after returning home from a business trip.]

6. Is she sick, or are you?

[pretty_lil_face]

[Taryn's at home, of course.]

He is.

[slipin2yourskin]

[He doesn't even realize anyone is home, to be honest. Though she might hear the door slam shut.]

Kay, cool.

[pretty_lil_face]

Eames? [Of course it's him, since he has a key.

Rounding the corner, she stops and gives him a sympathetic look.] Oh babe, what happened?

Vladislaus Dracula | Van Helsing

[feels_no_love]

Looks like someone had some trouble with a freshly-turned werewolf. He's healing slowly, his clothes in rags, grumbling under his breath in Romanian.

*pets* 1

[transylvan_anna]

Vlad?

[Have a worried Marie.]

[feels_no_love]

Oh, um...hello Marie...(ouch). How are you doing? This is... [He flops into a chair.]

This is very annoying.

[transylvan_anna]

I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about you.

[Though she's a bit confused...]

I didn't think you could get sick.

dominique (63!dom) → inception

[extraire]

[ She's in the kitchen, makin' some tea.

She should probably go sit down. Or. Something. ...>> ]

5. SORRY, DOM.

[pointwoman]

[And Arthur is hanging out, ostensibly watching My Little Ponies with Phillipa, but actually mostly just keeping an ear out for Dom.]

[extraire]

[ There's the clink clink of spoon against mug. And look, the sound of water into said mug. She's fine, okay? She's Supermom. Getting pistol-whipped ain't no thang.

Except that she maybe has to stop what she's doing and hang onto the counter for a moment. Because. Whoa. Room spinning. :c ]

[pointwoman]

[...

Her Arthur-sense is tingling. She's just going to sneak into the kitchen for a second.] Dom?