[ The video feed starts up with the device propped up enough so that Eames is facing it full on. After a few moments, he speaks up. ]

I don't celebrate Thanksgiving. What do I have to be thankful for, exactly? [ He scrubs at his freshly shaven jaw, squinting a bit at the camera point on the device. ] I'm thankful for Waffle's antagonistic behavior toward Ariadne with the non-stop repetition of various types of fruit.

[ In the distance, one might be able to hear the distant screech of lemon! Tongue flicking over his top row of teeth, Eames hums thoughtfully. ] I'm thankful for the endless entertainment City residents unknowingly hand out. I am thankful for having not yet been torn apart or otherwise experienced death here, as I'm rather thankful and fond of my clearly oversized heart.

I'm thankful for this vacation, but...

[ His fingers drum on the table, distorting the faint murmur of great, another one, before Eames reaches out and shuts off the feed. ]

Well, this has been a great start to the month, I have to say. You got me on this one, Deities. Usually I can brush off whatever happens in this blasted city with a professional bout of devil-may-care - have been for several months now, mind - but I see the ante has been upped thoroughly. How humbling.

Let's have a round of applause, shall we?

No? I'm not in the mood for it, either, to be honest, so it's all right if we skip that part.

[ There's a long pause as Eames picks through some things in their thoroughly wrecked apartment. If one can really call it an "apartment" as much as it's a burnt out cavern in the complex, all other rooms - even the neighboring ones - left untouched. Whatever is insulating the walls here, it's practically magic. ]

That said, anyone have space to house four people and three small animals? [ Another pause as Eames considers the Ariadne-turned-cheetah. ] Three people and four small animals. We don't have many things to take up space, either. It's only for a few days until I get a house sorted out.

Let me know. Thank you.

So.

This epidemic of sorts I've heard comes with a rash - but there is a very different thought process between rashes and, well - what I'm seeing, at current. Can anyone tell me if boils fit the bill on this thing? It comes with some level of importance, obviously.

( not-ic cut for picture!Collapse )

[ It is, ultimately, a short video feed centering on that particular postule, Eames fingers turning the limb to get better view of the height of this thing and general scope of how unfortunate looking it is. The device switches back to audio soon after. ]

Am I in need of new hiking boots, so to speak?

[ filter to Mister Orange ]

I imagine you'll make yourself available sometime soon, hm?

The crowding again, is it?

I would say the deities could have chosen better timing, but that seems rather unrealistic, when you spend too long thinking of it. I can't say I've much interest to play tour guide, but there are plenty of other pleasant people for you lot to take proper advantage of. Lay of the land, of sorts, while you're here.

[ ooc: 4th wall shenanigans open to all! ]

[ The audio portion of the device appears to come on in mid conversation, following the clattering sound of it hitting linoleum tiling. ] --bugger. [ Eames' voice comes as surprisingly weary, a short huff as he bends from his chair to retrieve the device. The fall was enough to knock out the small light that informs him it's recording, though, so he stuffs it into his jacket pocket, unawares. ]

All I'm saying, still, is that these were a lovely pair of trousers. Stains like these don't resolve themselves, no matter how many times you take it to the cleaners. You've only to deal with a bit in your hair. Nothing a proper rinse won't fix- shit, I'm bloody smearing it everywhere...

[ There's another huffing sound, shuffling about- Eames' breathing comes clearly, deep pulls with the occasional rumble following his exhale. ]

Pass me the bin, won't you.

I told you to get on the floor, asshole.

[ Pause. ] I wanted the better view.

[ ooc: Eames and Orange are bozoing around in the hospital's ER due to all these shenanigans. Action from hospital staff is more than welcome \o ]

Right.

I think it's time for a flat meeting, boys.

The dog is lime green.