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[brobeforehos]

[Mae is lounging, because when you're dressed to the nines, you lounge. There's a decanter of orange juice in her hand, and a poker chip in the other hand - which she is currently trying to roll from finger to finger, and failing. But either way, this is classy as hell, right.]

Well - this goes to show that everything you say in this place can constitute a jinx. I'm wearing a suit. I'd probably look fine in it, except -

[She leans over and leaves the glass on the table, before standing up. Quite simply, the suit swallows her up. She has to hold the pants up with both hands.] And the worst part is that I can't change. I've tried, but it just keeps popping on me.

[She sits down again.] I don't mind it, it's just uncomfortable. But - you know. [She grins, and tosses the chip in the air, catching it swiftly. S m o o t h.] Show must go on.

[ooc; She's affected with Wardrobe Switch curse, and is currently wearing Eames' best suit. Or one of them. Feel free to recognize the chips or the gaudy tie. ETA: tagging speed might suffer for a few hours as I have to rush out.]

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[leaven]

[ p o k e r f a c e ]

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[dropkick]

I know that tie.

[ And how. 8( ]

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[brobeforehos]

[BUT EAMES IT LOOKS GOOD ON HER.]

[dropkick]

This is the part where I apologize for him. [ Her. Whatever. Why is this the real life. ]

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[leaven]

[ HE HASN'T HAD THE CHANCE TO SHAG IN IT NOW YOU'RE RUINING IT :c ]

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[brobeforehos]

[HERE'S YOUR CHANCE? OR SHE COULD ALWAYS DO YOU THE FAVOUR....]

[brobeforehos]

It's Eames's, isn't it? I figured - suited his style. Pun not intended.

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[leaven]

[ SPONTANEOUSLY SPROUTS GREY HAIRS ]

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[brobeforehos]

[YOU WILL COME OUT OF YOUR HIDING AT SOME POINT. DELECTATE IN HOW WELL SHE WEARS THIS TIE.]

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[leaven]

[ TOO BUSY BEING FLAWLESS IN AN OVERSIZED SUNHAT TODAY TO CARE ABOUT HIS YOUR STUPID TIE

WHICH IS KNOTTED INAPPROPRIATELY BY THE WAY ]

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[brobeforehos]

[IS IT??

WELL SOMEONE EXPERT AT KNOTTING IT SHOULD SHOW HER HOW...]

[dropkick]

[ SNORTS y_y lmdlkfjs...no really and then coughs. Ahem. Er. ]

What gave it away?

[ The tie, he's sure. Or the chip. The tie and the chip. Eames' conspicuous wall of Silence... ]

[brobeforehos]

[HAH she heard that!!]

The chip, the tie - and you, actually.

[Just confirmed it. Now she pauses and looks down.] Hey, Arthur...[And looks up.] You wear suits too. Can you help me with this? [Poorly knotted tie - shockingly the only thing she can take off, and she keeps fiddling with it.] I look like a dishevelled pimp.

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[leaven]

[ LEAVE BRITTNEY ARTHUR ALONE ]

[dropkick]

[ Okay so it was a snort before. This is just Arthur half choking on his laughter/espresso/whose dream is this anywayitis. Once he has it under control though... ] Right.

It's not that bad. [ Er foot in mouuuuuuuuth. ] I...sure. Yeah uh. [ And this is the sound of shuffling, rummaging. ] We can probably pin the rest in too - at least. Wonder if stitches will just...evaporate. [ MURMUR TO HIMSELF good sign of sanity yes? :c ]

He hasn't copped to it yet, has he?

[ She. Cough. ]

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[brobeforehos]

[BUT SHE DOESN'T WANT TO LOOK LIKE A DISHEVELLED PIMP.]

[brobeforehos]

[She laughs at that, not regretting a thing.] Well, you're more than welcome to try. I figured at least some expert help would work better than my clumsy attempts to make me look better.

I expected him to at least comment on the chip, but no.

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[leaven]

[ BETTER THAN LOOKING LIKE A DISHEVELLED RAVER ]

[dropkick]

No promises, but we'll see what we can do.

[ Pausing, there's another cough but it sounds more like a chuffed laugh really....sob. ]

He's not feeling like himself today. Sure he's around though.

[ troll.jpeg@arthur.com ]

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[leaven]

If you touch that suit with a needle and thread you're buying me a new one.

Which will be very difficult because I had it custom made from Cinna.

[brobeforehos]

Isn't he? That's a shame. Maybe if I came over and returned the chips...

[Aka she has a feeling he's not HIMself today. Shh.]

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[dropkick]

[ :( ]

But she looks like a disheveled pimp.

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[leaven]

So lend her one of yours so she looks like a stick in the mud instead.

[dropkick]

Nah. I'll come to you. He's not in anyway.

[ Last Arthur checked at least. Potentially this only means Eames has so much as let Pancake out for a moment but details, details. ]

When's good?

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[dropkick]

There's the small problem of your clothes magically reappearing on her no matter what she does.

Maybe it's adjustment-repellant too. Only one way to find out...