3rd Kick [action]

[windsorknot]

[The scene seems normal enough. It's an office on the first floor within a larger office building with grey walls, a few framed images (M.C. Escher's work, mostly), and a mahogany desk. Someone's seated at the desk in a very comfortable-looking leather chair, his hand idly playing with a red die on the polished surface of the desk as he gazes

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[shifts]

[ This is interesting, and the last place Eames would expect to be. His toes are digging into warm sand, and he can feel water lapping up against his heels. He sees the building up ahead and, defensively, focuses on forging himself into someone opposite of him. After all, this could be a trap of some kind - and he didn't want to give himself away if there was little reason to.

This is a dream.

Eames steps forward, wading barefoot through the sand towards the office building. The open panel facing the ocean is on the first floor, and he peers into the room. ]

Arthur? Fantasizing of the holidays, are we?

[shifts]

And how have you spent those two-maybe-three years?