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[eamagination]

[Eames happens to be in a library at the moment (or what appears to be one, in any case), and is walking along the outside line of the shelves, grinning.]

This isn't half bad, really. I could offer a few suggestions, of course, but just the lack of projections means it's cosier than most dreams I've visited.

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[eternityunseen]

... There are so many things I could say to that. I'm not sure where to start.

[eamagination]

Hello, and what do we have here? [He wants to say "who", but that's just asking for it. But really, looks like an Arthur (almost), sounds like an Arthur (almost), but he's hitting all sorts of not-Arthur alerts.]

[eternityunseen]

[ He just smiles at that reaction, to hide the momentary confusion. ] Why don't you tell me?

[eamagination]

I'm afraid I can't, which happens to be why I asked. I don't suppose you're trying to pull some kind of prank? [His tone says he's joking, and that he knows just how unlikely it is, but he's perfectly willing to offer it anyway. It would be slightly less outlandish than the existence of a point man doppelgänger, and there aren't too many other options.]

[antigravitykick]

[Arthur is in a leather chair against the wall, sleeves rolled up, relaxed... like he's been sitting there a while, anyway.]

It gets weirder.

[eamagination]

[You will not out-chill Eames, sir. Not at the moment, anyway. He's in his chill stride. (He's even stopped pacing. Just ignore the fact that he's now drumming his fingers against his arm. In a chill sort of fashion.)]

Does it, then?

[antigravitykick]

[He nods, standing.]

I was wondering if someone else would show up.

[eamagination]

Someone else? Just how long have you been here that you're thinking of it that way? [Of course Arthur's ruining Eames' glee over his new environment. He would say as much, but getting more information takes priority.]