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[supercilious]

Pick a loser. (there are specific posts for eames, destiny characters, and overwatch characters) Leave a comment with your character and put which one of mine you want in the header. Leave a prompt! Be it a picture or an idea or something you hijacked from a meme. If it's a meme overflow, link the original thread because I'm a baby with a bad memory. Or leave it blank and I'll try to think up something. NSFW content goes here. And a great time was had by all

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[falsify]

"What about it?" He looks at her over the rim of his glasses-- it's a nice dress, there's not much to say on that topic.

[stauncherhearted]

"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."

[falsify]

She picked that out pretty quickly. Eames nods approvingly, "that's your subconscious-- it'll fill in with a general feeling than anything precise."

He gestures broadly as he speaks — flowing hand movements to illustrate the subconscious and more rigid ones for the other — and when he continues, he opens his jacket he gestures to the silk lining, "building a dream is a different animal, consciously making those choices is something you'll learn."

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy frowns in deep thought. "Alright. Pinterest in your mind, kind of. But with... a whole world, I suppose." It was interesting, and incredibly complicated, but for her, relating it to something she knew was making it just a bit easier.

[falsify]

Well that's a way to think about it, sure. Eames doesn't comment, either way. Instead he leads the rest of the way up the path to a set of french doors framed by lattice fencing and flowering ivy, and slides them open.

On the other side is a little paved area with a small table and seats that overlook a hills and fields. It's a beautiful scene, vaguely European with an early afternoon sun.

"So, first step--" He walks over to the table and pulls a chair out for Nancy, "I'm just going to try a few things to get a feel for your aptitude."

[stauncherhearted]

The doors seem so perfect in the vineyard, like they'd always been there. She steps through them wordlessly, admiring the new view in front of her. With a nod of appreciation towards Eames, she glides into her chair, crossing her legs at the knees, and leaning forward.

"Alright- hold on." She closes her eyes for a moment and screws up her nose. This is a dream. She can imagine whatever she wants. When she opens her eyes, there's a bottle of rare gin on the table and a martini glass. Absolutely perfect. And time to see if you can drink in a dream.