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That's the thing. Nancy knows she's attractive. She's had people telling her that her whole life, and she more than believes it, she knows it. Not to mention, she knew how to use it to get what she wanted.
Nancy rolls her eyes. Young. She'd been with men older than Eames. "Any time- Don't want to get you too disappointed." She resists winking.
Even if he wanted to sleep with her, he'd have to pay. Fagin made that very clear before he sent her off. She was still working. She was still his.
Nancy rolls her eyes. Young. She'd been with men older than Eames. "Any time- Don't want to get you too disappointed." She resists winking.
Even if he wanted to sleep with her, he'd have to pay. Fagin made that very clear before he sent her off. She was still working. She was still his.
Wow, he's going to be so glad to be done with this girl. Eames isn't visibly annoyed, but he does offer her a thin smile over his shoulder while he busies himself making sure the sedatives are dosed correctly. Wouldn't want to put this delightful child in a coma her first time.
"Thanks for your consideration," he leans against the desk, it's a nice office that he's 'borrowed' for this, the chairs are comfortable and the room is spacious with a window that gets plenty of sun. It means he's nicely lit when he picks up one of the IVs and taps it against the back of his hand absently, "you ever had a lucid dream?"
"Thanks for your consideration," he leans against the desk, it's a nice office that he's 'borrowed' for this, the chairs are comfortable and the room is spacious with a window that gets plenty of sun. It means he's nicely lit when he picks up one of the IVs and taps it against the back of his hand absently, "you ever had a lucid dream?"
"Any time." Nancy plucks up a book from one of the shelves. She crosses over toward the chair.
"No, I don't think so." She comes to sit, settling down into the chair that was deemed hers.
"Are those like the falling ones? Where you wake up and hit the ground?"
"No, I don't think so." She comes to sit, settling down into the chair that was deemed hers.
"Are those like the falling ones? Where you wake up and hit the ground?"
"A lucid dream is one where you know you're dreaming," surprisingly, the general disdain he's had for her so far is gone when he starts explaining, possibly because this is a topic he has some interest in. Eames gestures vaguely as he talks, watching Nancy to make sure she's paying attention, "with that awareness, some people can control their dreams. Though that's less common."
A sigh, and he holds up the IV, "it's a good jumping off point for what I'll be teaching you."
A sigh, and he holds up the IV, "it's a good jumping off point for what I'll be teaching you."
Nancy nods. Alright, should be interesting.
She leans her legs up on the ottoman, crossing her legs at the ankles and showing off her broken-down sneakers.
"So you're going to stick me with that, and we're going to show up in the same dream?" She isn't sure she believes him. Fagin said it worked, and that she was going to learn. The whole thing was... odd, to say the least.
A bit exciting, though.
She leans her legs up on the ottoman, crossing her legs at the ankles and showing off her broken-down sneakers.
"So you're going to stick me with that, and we're going to show up in the same dream?" She isn't sure she believes him. Fagin said it worked, and that she was going to learn. The whole thing was... odd, to say the least.
A bit exciting, though.
"Put simply, yeah."
No point getting into the technical details, not that Eames even knows them all. Still, Eames gestures for her to put out her arm and comes over to crouch by the side of her chair, "I'm no architect, so I can only teach you the basics of building dreams, but let's see how you do here before we decide what I can teach you."
No point getting into the technical details, not that Eames even knows them all. Still, Eames gestures for her to put out her arm and comes over to crouch by the side of her chair, "I'm no architect, so I can only teach you the basics of building dreams, but let's see how you do here before we decide what I can teach you."
She nods. "Alright. Time to learn how to dream, then." She holds her arm out to him, her skin pale enough that the blue veins are visible.
She pauses for one moment, before he inserts the IV. "And if I'm awful at it, you'll send me back to Fagin?"
She pauses for one moment, before he inserts the IV. "And if I'm awful at it, you'll send me back to Fagin?"
"Probably," he doesn't look up at her, focused on uncapping the needle and gently pushing it into her arm while she's distracted by the conversation. It's obvious he's done this a lot, quick and confident as he attaches the tube and stands to move around the desk to take his seat.
Eames rolls up a sleeve and sticks in his own IV, putting his feet up on the desk to get comfortable, "depends on how bad you are."
Eames rolls up a sleeve and sticks in his own IV, putting his feet up on the desk to get comfortable, "depends on how bad you are."
Nancy winces as the needle goes in, but she makes no other indication of discomfort.
"Great." She's got to be good at this. She can't face going back to Fagin. He'd kill her, more like than not, for failing this so poorly.
"Great." She's got to be good at this. She can't face going back to Fagin. He'd kill her, more like than not, for failing this so poorly.
"Close your eyes. Relax."
She doesn't really need to relax, but it certainly helps. Eames leans forward to start up the PASIV and relaxes in his chair.
Provided nothing goes horribly wrong, when next she opens her eyes, Nancy will find herself waking on a bench in an Italian(-ish) vineyard. It's beautiful — acres of farmland with workers picking grapes in the sun, a maisonette in the distance. It's realistic enough, sun warming the skin, the smell of the fruit and plants, but it's shallow. No depth beyond this. But it's a good enough base.
Eames is standing about a foot away from the bench, dressed in a linen suit and sunglasses, hands in his pockets as he looks out at everything while he waits for his guest to wake up.
She doesn't really need to relax, but it certainly helps. Eames leans forward to start up the PASIV and relaxes in his chair.
Provided nothing goes horribly wrong, when next she opens her eyes, Nancy will find herself waking on a bench in an Italian(-ish) vineyard. It's beautiful — acres of farmland with workers picking grapes in the sun, a maisonette in the distance. It's realistic enough, sun warming the skin, the smell of the fruit and plants, but it's shallow. No depth beyond this. But it's a good enough base.
Eames is standing about a foot away from the bench, dressed in a linen suit and sunglasses, hands in his pockets as he looks out at everything while he waits for his guest to wake up.
"Easier said than done." But she closes her eyes and braces herself.
The light is far too bright and Nancy blinks away the bright lights of the Italian(ish) sun. When she can see, she inhales, looking at the sprawling landscape in front of her. She's dressed in what she slept in, worn-in jeans, light green hoodie.
"How'd you get that!" Is what she asks first, when she notices Eames near her. "Woah- is this- I'm in a dream?"
The light is far too bright and Nancy blinks away the bright lights of the Italian(ish) sun. When she can see, she inhales, looking at the sprawling landscape in front of her. She's dressed in what she slept in, worn-in jeans, light green hoodie.
"How'd you get that!" Is what she asks first, when she notices Eames near her. "Woah- is this- I'm in a dream?"
"This is outstanding!" The world Eames brought into his dreams was bright and colorful, straight out of a magazine.
Nancy trails after him, running a few steps to catch up with him.
"I wouldn't ever want to get used to it." She looks around, tilting her head toward the sun. It's something out a movie, about some smart young thing taking a few months in Italy to perhaps write?, and at some point Nancy's imagining herself as the heroine, dark blue dress fluttering behind her, big white floppy hat. Her next step makes her realize that her sneakers are gone, replaced by a pair of sandals.
"Look!" She does a twirl for Eames.
"I wouldn't ever want to get used to it." She looks around, tilting her head toward the sun. It's something out a movie, about some smart young thing taking a few months in Italy to perhaps write?, and at some point Nancy's imagining herself as the heroine, dark blue dress fluttering behind her, big white floppy hat. Her next step makes her realize that her sneakers are gone, replaced by a pair of sandals.
"Look!" She does a twirl for Eames.
Eames' eyebrows twitch up in amusement when he looks at Nancy and he shakes his head. "The dreams aren't always like this," he reaches out a hand absently as they walk, feeling the leaves touch his fingers. He can tell the difference between this and the real thing, but a less experienced person wouldn't. It's good enough. "For your first time, I figured we'd start with something nice."
"Well that's a pity, then." She stops twirling and falls into line with him, trying her best to keep up with his pace. The platform on her shoes make it a lot easier to keep up.
"If it's a dream, I imagine it can be... anything."
"If it's a dream, I imagine it can be... anything."
"Theoretically, depending on how good you are at building them." Eames gestures vaguely with a hand and some of the plants grow and twist around eachother, forming an arch over their heads, "making a dream is different to letting your subconscious fill it in, it takes a lot of attention to detail you might never even consider to avoid breaking the immersion."
Nancy prefers Eames in the dream world, she's decided. Back in the waking world, she's still not sure. But this place was amazing.
"So my dress?"
"So my dress?"
"It's not real enough, if you look at it?" It looked decent enough, but she realized as she looked at it there was no stitching, no zippers or hooks. "I'm trying to get a grasp of what you're saying."
[Sometimes, every now and then, Cayde wonders why all his pilots can't be like Shiro. Smart. No-nonsense. Gets the job done quickly with no fuss. The answer is that it would be way too simple, and truthfully it does give him an excuse to leave the tower every now and then.]
[And at least Poe has the decency to have a good personality to make up for how every other mission seems to go sideways.]
[Cayde's here because there's no one elsewilling available to take this mission with Poe, and if it's gonna go bad then they need to at least make sure the Fallen don't track them back to the nearest outpost. They're relentless and have a pretty decent hold out here on Venus, can't have them trashing what little Guardian presence they have.]
[After a little bit of doing loops on his sparrow, (making doubly sure he's hard to track, you know,) Cayde jumps off at the established rendezvous and waves on approach. He's late, but listen. It's fine.]
See anything interesting?
[And at least Poe has the decency to have a good personality to make up for how every other mission seems to go sideways.]
[Cayde's here because there's no one else
[After a little bit of doing loops on his sparrow, (making doubly sure he's hard to track, you know,) Cayde jumps off at the established rendezvous and waves on approach. He's late, but listen. It's fine.]
See anything interesting?
[ Every pilot had their own personality. Poe is more reckless and dangerous when it comes to piloting. Being able to pilot anything can create ego and pride. But he can get any job done even if it's not as fast. Even if the report has many many close calls and explosions littered through out. Every explosion had a reason for it. Too many Cabal. Having to cause a distraction. ]
[ The important things to Poe is that he will get the mission done successfully even if it can go crazy. You never know what might turn out when you least expect it. He could feel it within him to complete every job that he has started. Maybe in a past life someone had taught him once you start something, you finish it. ]
[ He doesn't mind working with a team even if it's just one other person like Cayde. He knows what it means to have a fireteam. Someone to have your back when things can get out of control. At least it won't be boring and maybe they might accomplish something together versus it rolling into a dark pit that no one can crawl back out of. ]
[ Poe is scouting with a pair of binoculars. He thought he may have seen something but he's too far away to make or break what he had seen. ]
I was starting to think you wouldn't make it or you encountered Commander Zavala. [ He gives a wave and a smile back at Cayde. ]
I'm not sure I would call it interesting. I thought I saw something. I haven't seen it come back out again.
[ He points in the direction that looks to be a giant cave opening that leads downward. ]
Has anyone scouted this area before?
[ The important things to Poe is that he will get the mission done successfully even if it can go crazy. You never know what might turn out when you least expect it. He could feel it within him to complete every job that he has started. Maybe in a past life someone had taught him once you start something, you finish it. ]
[ He doesn't mind working with a team even if it's just one other person like Cayde. He knows what it means to have a fireteam. Someone to have your back when things can get out of control. At least it won't be boring and maybe they might accomplish something together versus it rolling into a dark pit that no one can crawl back out of. ]
[ Poe is scouting with a pair of binoculars. He thought he may have seen something but he's too far away to make or break what he had seen. ]
I was starting to think you wouldn't make it or you encountered Commander Zavala. [ He gives a wave and a smile back at Cayde. ]
I'm not sure I would call it interesting. I thought I saw something. I haven't seen it come back out again.
[ He points in the direction that looks to be a giant cave opening that leads downward. ]
Has anyone scouted this area before?
Nothing in-depth. [Cayde looks at the cave Poe pointed out and sighs heavily. Sure would be nice to have some kind of intel, but you get what you get.] We're pretty sure House of Dusk moved in, but looks like it's down to us to confirm.
[He claps Poe on the shoulder.]
Ready to go spy on some aliens?
[He claps Poe on the shoulder.]
Ready to go spy on some aliens?
[ No surprise there. If only they really knew what they could be up against. But that would ruin any surprise that may be within the cave. ] Pretty sure, but still not sure sure. How does that even work?
[ He gives a nod to Cayde at the clap of the shoulder. ]
I'm always ready to see what the aliens are up to. Let's hope the cave leads to the House of Dusk. [ Poe's not one to wait around so he starts to jump down the cliff side to start heading towards the cave entrance. He didn't really want to give themselves away not wanting to make it easier for Fallen to start shooting at them or any other minion of darkness that could be around. ]
[ He gives a nod to Cayde at the clap of the shoulder. ]
I'm always ready to see what the aliens are up to. Let's hope the cave leads to the House of Dusk. [ Poe's not one to wait around so he starts to jump down the cliff side to start heading towards the cave entrance. He didn't really want to give themselves away not wanting to make it easier for Fallen to start shooting at them or any other minion of darkness that could be around. ]
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