[ VIDEO ] (backdated to 09/27)

[signatures]

[ The network post starts up with Eames grabbing his device from his nightstand, a good visual of his bedroom and too brightly patterned comforter coming into view. ]

People leave the City all the time - whether or not they come back isn't up to any of us. Sometimes, if they come back, they'll not remember a thing that happened while they were here last. [ It's unclear whether or not Eames is talking to the Network as a whole or to someone else - eitherway, he's headed out the room and down the stairs of the Inception haus. ]

I'd much rather write up a will than a pre-nup. Under what circumstances would we have to split portions of the future business? Are we going to cut Rhada in half when we decide to not longer be friends? I'll have to pay someone to separate our bloody socks.

[ Grump, grump, grump. At least it's more obvious now Eames is, in fact, addressing Yusuf. He turns the device over in his hand, notes it's on, and though the frustration (apparent as a sarcastic patronisation) is apparent on his face he doesn't shut it off. ]

Who knows where to find a good lawyer?

Comments

[dignity_misery]

Motorized, a little smaller and sleeker usually.

[She lets him take in the view from the deck for a moment before she heads over to the ladder that leads below deck.]

The cargo is usually bodies or body parts, drugs, or guns.

[signatures]

[ There might be a brief pause before Eames really decides to use the ladder, but it's more of a half-steps worth than anything else. ]

That's certainly a blunt way to put it. Were you happy with that life?

[dignity_misery]

[No. She was never happy with anything because she was a soulless, greedy bitch. However,]

It was entertaining.

[It's dark but clean underneath, empty hammocks for a crew that hasn't been hired, some meager stores. The captain's quarters are mostly as Isabela left them. Carla's had a hard time letting go.]

[signatures]

It's not what I asked.

[ But Eames lets it go in favour of exploring, slipping into Isabela's old quarters to take a closer look. ]

You and Isabela must have been good friends for her to leave you all this, yeah?

[dignity_misery]

[She leans against the doorway.]

Sure. She and Blonde and I.

[The sex had been good anyway.]

[signatures]

Now they're both gone.

[ Something a bit flashy catches his attention, fingers running across it - though with no obvious intent to nick anything. ]

Must make you feel a bit lonely.

[dignity_misery]

There are a lot of people gone.

[He could take it if he wanted, though Carla won't say that. She's been wondering what to do with all of Isabela's jewelry anyway though.]

Who says I get lonely?

[She's always lonely.]

[signatures]

I say it.

[ He shoots her a look, brow quirking as he brings up one of the thick gold pieces. ]

You always look lonely.

[dignity_misery]

[ She wants companionship and love and resents herself for wanting it, so, ]

Let's go eat.

REMINDING MYSELF THAT IT WAS THE END OF SEPTEMBER AND STILL WARM ENOUGH...

[signatures]

That's evasive.

[ But he's hungry and he didn't exactly come around to force Carla to have a heart to heart. ]

We can find a place with an outdoor patio if you want to bring him along. [ The dog, he means. ]