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[muchappreciatd.livejournal.com]

...well it's interesting if nothing else.

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[givehimthekick.livejournal.com]

--{Arthur is going to pinch the bridge of his nose and pointedly ignore your commentary, Eames, because he's been awake for nearly 24 hours now working on research and if you have feelings about the strange hodgepodge of papers and photos he's tacked on the whiteboard, he can keep his opinions to himself} Can I help you, Mr. Eames?

[muchappreciatd.livejournal.com]

[He's looking over said hodgepodge, looking highly amused] I think maybe I should be asking you that.

[givehimthekick.livejournal.com]

It's organized. {Okay, so it doesn't look that way at all, but Arthur, as a rule, doesn't let things become unorganized if he can help it} The web indicates our Mark's past movements over the most recent months.

[muchappreciatd.livejournal.com]

[Have an eyebrow. Because this is barely organised even by Eames' standards; he's come to expect better from you. Poor form. But he'll refrain from commenting, instead moving to examine the whiteboard more closely] Hmm. Busy little sociopath, isn't he?

[mypiercedtongue.livejournal.com]

Because that's always the best indication it's worthwhile. What's so interesting anyway?

[muchappreciatd.livejournal.com]

Oh, just a theory a colleague of mine insists on putting forward. Not terribly interesting to the layperson I'm afraid.

[mypiercedtongue.livejournal.com]

Give me the idiot version, then.

[kick-him.livejournal.com]

You'll have to blame the mark for that. [Arthur (http://lh4.ggpht.com/_nyB2OeEAzKU/SWt0Cqp-6mI/AAAAAAAADGE/PNpXX12wWTY/anne%20hathaway%5B4%5D.jpg) descends the grand staircase behind Eames, joining him in the crowded ballroom. They've both just arrived in what looks to be the mark's debutante ball. She'd had to admit, when she materialized alone at the top of the stairs, she was worried about the state of her dress. But that mark obviously has good taste.]

[muchappreciatd.livejournal.com]

Deliver us from the amusements of high society [Oh good lord, he's in a tuxedo. Well at least one of them looks good; he's anything but coy in looking Arthur over appreciatively] Darling, you look absolutely ravishing.

[kick-him.livejournal.com]

[Arthur's thinking the same thing, but she does a much better job of hiding her appreciation for his solid colors and clean lines. She really should be taking advantage of it, she knows, since it will probably never happen again, but alas; they're here to work.] You are nothing if not inappropriate, Mr. Eames. [She smiles out of her eye before moving past him.] Come now, we have a job to do.

Rusty, old muse - please be indulgent? ;)

[onamerrychase.livejournal.com]

*Nothing else is exactly what comes to mind as Arthur studies the dreamscape the architect has erected for them. Mainly because he can't find the most accurate word to describe this assault on the senses.*

... This was certainly not the impression I was getting from Murphy's planning session. *His gaze catches on a particularly... eh, interesting, sculpture. He finds himself blinking rapidly.* I don't think that color exists in nature. I have no idea how he came up with it here.

But of course, mo duine <3

[muchappreciatd.livejournal.com]

I think we need to have a word with our chemist [Hallucinogens in the PASIV would explain a lot about the tableau currently facing them]

Te amo, querido. <3 *has lovely daydreams of Gaelic-speaking Eames now....*

[onamerrychase.livejournal.com]

I think you need to have words with the chemist. You recommended her.

*Last time he goes with one of Eames' suggestions without a background check. Last. Time.*

[givehimthekick.livejournal.com]

--{Arthur is going to pinch the bridge of his nose and pointedly ignore your commentary, Eames, because he's been awake for nearly 24 hours now working on research and if you have feelings about the strange hodgepodge of papers and photos he's tacked on the whiteboard, he can keep his opinions to himself} Can I help you, Mr. Eames?

[muchappreciatd.livejournal.com]

[He's looking over said hodgepodge, looking highly amused] I think maybe I should be asking you that.

[givehimthekick.livejournal.com]

It's organized. {Okay, so it doesn't look that way at all, but Arthur, as a rule, doesn't let things become unorganized if he can help it} The web indicates our Mark's past movements over the most recent months.

[mypiercedtongue.livejournal.com]

Because that's always the best indication it's worthwhile. What's so interesting anyway?

[muchappreciatd.livejournal.com]

Oh, just a theory a colleague of mine insists on putting forward. Not terribly interesting to the layperson I'm afraid.

[mypiercedtongue.livejournal.com]

Give me the idiot version, then.

[kick-him.livejournal.com]

You'll have to blame the mark for that. [Arthur (http://lh4.ggpht.com/_nyB2OeEAzKU/SWt0Cqp-6mI/AAAAAAAADGE/PNpXX12wWTY/anne%20hathaway%5B4%5D.jpg) descends the grand staircase behind Eames, joining him in the crowded ballroom. They've both just arrived in what looks to be the mark's debutante ball. She'd had to admit, when she materialized alone at the top of the stairs, she was worried about the state of her dress. But that mark obviously has good taste.]

[muchappreciatd.livejournal.com]

Deliver us from the amusements of high society [Oh good lord, he's in a tuxedo. Well at least one of them looks good; he's anything but coy in looking Arthur over appreciatively] Darling, you look absolutely ravishing.

[kick-him.livejournal.com]

[Arthur's thinking the same thing, but she does a much better job of hiding her appreciation for his solid colors and clean lines. She really should be taking advantage of it, she knows, since it will probably never happen again, but alas; they're here to work.] You are nothing if not inappropriate, Mr. Eames. [She smiles out of her eye before moving past him.] Come now, we have a job to do.

Rusty, old muse - please be indulgent? ;)

[onamerrychase.livejournal.com]

*Nothing else is exactly what comes to mind as Arthur studies the dreamscape the architect has erected for them. Mainly because he can't find the most accurate word to describe this assault on the senses.*

... This was certainly not the impression I was getting from Murphy's planning session. *His gaze catches on a particularly... eh, interesting, sculpture. He finds himself blinking rapidly.* I don't think that color exists in nature. I have no idea how he came up with it here.

But of course, mo duine <3

[muchappreciatd.livejournal.com]

I think we need to have a word with our chemist [Hallucinogens in the PASIV would explain a lot about the tableau currently facing them]

Te amo, querido. <3 *has lovely daydreams of Gaelic-speaking Eames now....*

[onamerrychase.livejournal.com]

I think you need to have words with the chemist. You recommended her.

*Last time he goes with one of Eames' suggestions without a background check. Last. Time.*