#45 - [video]

[totallyinaband]

[the video opens to Stephen Stills in his living room, which looks likeit might be hosting a girls' sleepover. Air matresses, blankets, and pillows are basically flung over every surface. Several cats are all napping in the various sunny spots around the room, and in the corner a rather large husky is curled around a corgi pup. It all looks rather

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ACTION?

[shifts]

[ Eames waltzes into the living room, fresh from the shower - only to see Stephen possibly choking to his death. ]

You all right, there, Ste?

[ Obviously not. Here are some helpful heavy pats to the back. ]

ACTION!

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen manages to get his throat clear enough to croak out an answer.]

Yeah, I'm fine man. Just, uh... Unexpected.

[he looks ruefully into his coffee cup, which is full of what looks like beige sludge.]

Seriously?

ACTION X3

[oneminutemaze]

[ The only "little" girl in the apartment surfaces from beneath one of those blankets, having apparently burrowed into it at some point after waking up and realizing that she was still stuck in an apartment filled with men participating in No-Shave November. ]

Bread?

ACTION

[shifts]

[ Don't hate on the scruff, Ariadne. Eames takes Stephen's mug from him, peering down at it. ]

What the Hell did you put in here?

ACTION

[totallyinaband]

[Every month is Movember. ALWAYS.]

It was coffee, I swear.

[He walks over to the coffee pot to check it. Lo and behold, it is also full of soupy sludge.]

ACTION

[oneminutemaze]

[ You look like Neanderthals and she has to live with you. She will hate.

Picking up her blanket and wrapping it around herself, Ariadne shuffles over, standing on her toes to get a look at the mug. ]

That looks absolutely disgusting.

ACTION

[shifts]

[ Eames lowers the mug a fraction so Ariadne can take a better look, nose wrinkling as he leans in himself to sniff it. Smells like... soggy white bread? ]

Why would you try to drink bread?

ACTION

[totallyinaband]

It wasn't intentional, dude.

I have a feeling someone else is going to try at making breakfast this morning.

ACTION

[oneminutemaze]

[ There's a moment of consideration. ]

Not it.

ACTION

[shifts]

[ Pussies. ]

I don't think I'm affected.

[ Considering he'd made himself a cup of tea, earlier, mostly before the others had even gotten up. ]

Or you could go out someplace.

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[totallyinaband]

I have to go to work in an hour.

[Meaningful pause.]

Coffee's in the freezer.

ACTION

[oneminutemaze]

[ She probably can't even reach the freezer, so see, this works.

Wait, why is it in the freezer? ]

You keep the coffee in the freezer?

ACTION

[shifts]

[ You can't keep relying on your shortness, Ariadne. ]

Keeps the grounds fresher.

[ BUT he goes about making another pot, first working on washing out the original one with a small grimace. ]

ACTION

[totallyinaband]

Seriously, where do you keep your coffee?

[Philistines. Stephen leans against the counter to watch, munching on toast that used to be a poptart.]

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[oneminutemaze]

[ She can if it works. ]

The cupboard. I don't generally have it long enough to worry about freshness; I'm in college. [ Which is a nice way of saying she drinks it like water. ]

ACTION

[shifts]

[ To Eames, coffee is coffee whether or not he freezes the roast or not. He'll drink it black if he has to and the caffeine is necessary; thus, never one to be a coffee conniseur, he only rolls his shoulders in a mild shrug, filling the pot with water to transfer to the percolator. ]

Understandable. Adds the unnecessary step of taking it out the freezer, doesn't it?