One of these days the sky is gonna break

[paradoxstair]

Who: Arthur (paradoxstair). OPEN TO ALL.
What: Stumbling upon an odd dream.

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you are my favourite. eames could not resist the poofy skirt, okay? >.>

[eamesofdreams]

[It's not. Though how he did get here is a mystery anyway. Someone coughs, low and quiet to the far right of Arthur and a woman stands in the shadows. She's still blonde (because that's just how Eames likes them, okay?) but she's not recognisable as any of Eames' previous forgeries. She's wearing a rich red ballgown and tapping a fan against the curve of her skirt]

Can I help you, sir?

I know bb, I know. ;D THIS LEAD IN WAS JUST FOR YOU.

[paradoxstair]

[ Arthur glances down rather curiously at his own attire, debating the chances of playing along. This certainly wasn't his own subconscious, but whoever's it belonged to was just as big a mystery so if he were to carry on unsuspected, playing along would likely be the best option. ]

Ah, no. I was just... [ Nobleman's clothing. Interesting. ] Enjoying some time to myself.

/loves on.

[eamesofdreams]

[She steps away from the shadows then, smiling in a slightly curious way, the corner of her mouth lifting like she's rather amused by the whole thing]

I'm not sure relaxation is quite the menu here, I believe the Lord of the House is rather a fan of sport. [Why does she make that sound slightly more mischevious than it should] I don't believe we've met?

[paradoxstair]

[ Parting his feet further from one another, he pushes himself to stand, stepping towards the young lady. ]

Perhaps I could meet him, though an introduction on your own behalf would be quite welcomed as well. [ He bowed as elegantly as he could manage. ] My name is Arthur.

[eamesofdreams]

[She courtseys, still almost looking like she wants to laugh, eyes bright with a little bit of wickedness] Lady Dissimulo. But you can call me Sophia. It's a pleasure, Sir Arthur.

[paradoxstair]

Dissimulo... [ His mind worked quickly to figure out that the word was of latin descent, meaning to conceal or hide. Disguise even. That within itself could say a lot about this subconscious he was speaking to. ] Sophia, what a lovely name. And please, let me assure you that the pleasure is all mine.

[eamesofdreams]

How did you get here? [The question is simple enough and she knows he knows he's dreaming, Arthur is far too clever to be fooled by anything like that but still, it's an echo of the question they always ask] I was not aware we were expecting guests.

[paradoxstair]

[ He almost hesitates at the question, mind daring to ask a question his mouth thought not to speak but if he were to go about it properly. ] Ah yes, well... Perhaps we've met somewhere before. In a market place somewhere. You do seem rather familiar.

[eamesofdreams]

Perhaps. [She flicks out her fan lightly, watching him over the curve of it] Are you staying for the Ball?

[paradoxstair]

I am dressed for it, am I not? [ He gestured down at his attire, bringing his gaze back to the female before him, studying her. ]

asdfg sorry, I finally posted Eames' backstory, that's why I was silent for so long

[eamesofdreams]

[She sweeps her gaze over him before nodding just once] You'll do.

S'all good~ *^* I was... watching Memento videos

[paradoxstair]

I'll do? [ Repeating with a small smirk present on his face as he finds the statement rather unusual. ]

/tagging and running. The Sims are a-calling.

[eamesofdreams]

Come along. [Sweeping away like a boss, Arthur]

Have fun darling~ I'll be off to class in twenty. *^*

[paradoxstair]

[ Well then, he has no choice but to follow it would seem. Down the rabbit hole he goes! ]

Re: Have fun darling~ I'll be off to class in twenty. *^*

[eamesofdreams]

[He leads him out of the dark little room and the dream shifts as they step through another door. This one is filled with projections, dancing to the sounds of softly filtering violin music. Eames turns to face him with a slight smirk, skirts fanning out] Do you dance, Sir?

[paradoxstair]

I do. [ He gave a small nod and even bowed a little, offering fourth a hand, while his eyes slipped away to search for a reflective surface. ]