[ This particular evening turns into an early night for one Mister Eames, having returned to work in the garage this morning and aid Yusuf with what he could in the basement thereafter. Progress on the PASIV is slow - the fire putting a pause on the development of the machine itself, and them in need of finding an assortment of chemicals for Yusuf to work with in the first place. The tracker on Eames' ankle isn't helping matters, considering he still has about two weeks to go before it's removed, but at least he's no longer confined to house arrest. Little blessings, which he finds ironic for a dream, but that's another can of issues that he's not certain he wants to address tonight, considering every other night
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[ Then again, she's habitually French, so he's not all too surprised. He plucks up the pack, tossing it toward her, lighter following soon afterward. ]
[ Catching the pack and then the lighter, Ariadne simply raises an eyebrow at Eames before moving over to the window. Her cigarette is lit with practiced ease, and she leans against the wall, inhaling. ]
Sales, at first. Or, well, concern on my part and then sales. [ That would be the context. ]
[ Not quite, because it's the name that he's specifically chosen -- why that one, when he's not "looking for much more than this" with a slide of his hand up her back? (Not that she is either, but that's not the point.) ]
Defensive things. And powder that will turn the entire room pitch-black long enough to get through a door, or to pull someone out of the room. He managed to pick me up and move me across the room before it wore off.
[ Because that's the sort of thing you should tell Eames, clearly. ]
He mentioned some of the items being used during some sort of war. I think that's when he lost his ear.
[ She's not sure why she's telling Eames this. It's not meant to be malicious, to spite those who told her things. Maybe she just isn't sure if she can hold them all in. ]
[ Picking and carrying across a room certainly... proves as an example... right. Eames glazes over a bit over the war part but catches himself doing so, shaking his head minutely. He wonders if it's a sort of gas that might impair vision or the sort, but. ]
Can you manage to fetch us a free sample, you think? Ought to see if Yusuf can derive anything from it. [ Though sometimes dream mechanics are simply mechanics manifested by the understanding of the subconscious, at this point they're desperate to start somewhere with chemicals; Eames figures the more offerings they can get to the man, the better. ]
I didn't get anything free [ This is a lie, she had a free Canary Cream and a free makeout session ] but I got a few things. I'm not sure if Yusuf will be able to make anything out of it, though.
[ Her free hand, the one that's not holding the cigarette, goes to rub her neck. ]
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[ Then again, she's habitually French, so he's not all too surprised. He plucks up the pack, tossing it toward her, lighter following soon afterward. ]
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Sales, at first. Or, well, concern on my part and then sales. [ That would be the context. ]
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[ At least, that would be Eames' first guess. He doesn't really know the entire story behind it. He opens the window up a bit wider, though. ]
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[ But he's British and it's a stereotype. ]
But then he gave me a free sample and let me try out a few things.
[ Like his tongue. ]
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Yes, he was... definitely flirting.
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[ But now he's just curious. ]
Who was this?
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George Weasley, funnily enough.
[ Since he'd mentioned the family earlier. ]
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[ He inhales deeply, letting the smoke sit in his lungs for a few moments as he gazes at Ariadne before huffing out a small snort. ]
Seems harmless enough, that lot, yeah? He has a shop?
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Co-runs it with his brother. Joke stuff, mostly, but some of it could actually be pretty useful.
[ Ariadne inhales again, lightly tapping some of the ashes from her cigarette out the window once she's done. ]
He's the one that's missing an ear.
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[ He makes a note to take tally of their posts a bit more often, though his head tips a bit at the information. ]
Useful in what manner?
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[ Because that's the sort of thing you should tell Eames, clearly. ]
He mentioned some of the items being used during some sort of war. I think that's when he lost his ear.
[ She's not sure why she's telling Eames this. It's not meant to be malicious, to spite those who told her things. Maybe she just isn't sure if she can hold them all in. ]
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Can you manage to fetch us a free sample, you think? Ought to see if Yusuf can derive anything from it. [ Though sometimes dream mechanics are simply mechanics manifested by the understanding of the subconscious, at this point they're desperate to start somewhere with chemicals; Eames figures the more offerings they can get to the man, the better. ]
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[ Her free hand, the one that's not holding the cigarette, goes to rub her neck. ]
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What did you get, then?
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