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[eamagination.livejournal.com]

[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.livejournal.com]

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.livejournal.com]

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.]

[eternityunseen]

That would depend on the kind of prank you think I might be pulling.

[eamagination.livejournal.com]

One that involves more forging than I'd expect you— [and, in that moment, he decides; continuing with more surety and a returning grin] excuse me, him, capable of. I'm Eames, and you are?

[eternityunseen]

[ That's where he begins to catch on, just a bit. ] Zachary. You thought I was someone else, right?

[eamagination.livejournal.com]

Arthur. He could almost be your twin, if you suddenly developed a fetish for hair product.

[eternityunseen]

Oh, yeah. I've met him. Nice to have it confirmed, though.

[antigravitykick]

[The sound of his voice catches him off-guard, and when he looks up, he has to blink a few times to reassure himself that he's not seeing things.]

... What...?

[eternityunseen]

[ The sound of his own voice does similar, except it's curiosity instead of surprise, and he tilts his head toward it. ]

Arthur?

[antigravitykick]

[He nods, slowly. Well, this is weird.]

Yeah. ... And you are?

[eternityunseen]

[ There's a slight pause. Arthur doesn't remember him? ]

Zachary. Zachary Finch.

[antigravitykick]

[At least it wasn't something like "I'm you." Arthur doesn't know if he could really deal with that properly. He's a little wary - the guy knows his name but he doesn't ever remember running into him - but no longer suspicious and stiff.]

Ah. Have we met?

[eternityunseen]

Uh, yeah. You don't remember?

[antigravitykick]

[He shakes his head.]

No, I don't. Sorry.

[eternityunseen]

[ Zachary shrugs. ]

That really doesn't surprise me here. Anyway, how have you been?

[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.livejournal.com]

[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.livejournal.com]

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.]

[antigravitykick]

Three months and twenty-two days.

[At least he doesn't sound upset about it. He grabs one of the books and starts flipping through it idly - he's been talking to people, not messing with things. Not really, anyway. May as well do it now, right?]

[eamagination.livejournal.com]

Specificity. [More a self-directed 'of course' than anything. He shakes his head and steps forward — he'd like to know what's in the book, but he won't encroach that much on Arthur's personal space.]

And in that time, you've encountered strangeness?

[antigravitykick]

[When Arthur finishes flipping through the book, he closes it. Noticing Eames interest in it though, he holds it out for him to take if he really wants - hardback, old, pages already browning... green binding with no title on the front, just some golden patterns and tracings on the spine.]

Mostly people. [Pause] And the scenery changes.

[eamagination.livejournal.com]

[He can hardly reject Arthur's kindness, now can he? He takes the book and pages through. Of course, now that he has it, it isn't nearly as interesting as keeping his attention on Arthur.]

Like a dream. What sorts of people?