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[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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[Ah, that never gets old.]

Where would one be likely to find these people you've spoken with?

Somewhere around here, I assume. They never go far. Why?

I was thinking I could speak with them, just to be certain you hadn't missed anything.

Go right ahead. [He nods, gesturing to someone behind Eames a ways.]

[And there's Heero, sitting at a table, poking away at his laptop. Are we surprised? No, we are not.]

[Eames walks over, looking first at the laptop, and then its user. Not his first choice of information source, but one works with what one is given.]

Excuse me, could I have a moment?

[Heero nods, finishing something up... then pushes his laptop away and looks up at Eames.]

Yeah, sure.

[Perhaps Arthur didn't have as much difficulty making friends as Eames thought.]

Cutting straight to the point, do you know how someone would go about leaving this place?

That... depends. Where do you want to go? You new here?

I am, yes. I would say back to where I was, but Los Angeles has never much held my interest.

[He laughs a bit.] Yeah. I don't really like California either.

You can't go back. Not really. Not in the way you want.

["Not in the way you want" is certainly an odd thing to say.]

Why not?

Hard to explain. It's more like you're always tied to here. If you do go back, which can happen, you end up here again eventually. The physics don't make any sense either.

[A pause. He's never had to play welcoming committee before. This is weird.] Heero Yuy. And you are?

Eames. Is there any particular reason for being stuck in this place?

Blame the musers. That's the only answer we have.

Musers? Not a term I'm familiar with.

[He thinks about it... then what might be considered a smirk plays at the corner of his lips as he nods in Arthur's direction.]

I'd rather see him try to explain that one.

[Too far away to hear, but he saw that. He raises an eyebrow.]

[Now there's an unexpected answer. He looks to Arthur and then back to Heero.]

And why is that?

Might be like watching an atheist try to explain God. [Pause] He's also had it easy since he got here. None of the rest of us were that lucky.

Lucky how, exactly?

[Snort] It's like initiation to get a death threat within two hours of showing up. Or you get surrounded by annoying people. Like I said, he's been lucky. Somehow managing to keep to himself for... however long.

That's fairly creative hazing. I don't think either of those would have bothered him terribly.

You haven't met some of the others.

[But he does glance at Arthur again, briefly. Then he looks back to Eames.]

Whatever. You know him better than I do anyway. I assume you're the same Eames he's talked about.

[Hang on, Arthur mentioned him?]

Just what did he say?