returning nightmares only shadows

[withimagination]

WHO? Eames and you!
WHAT? Eames' male spider posse (save him), watching fights, drinking and thinking
WHEN? vaguely around now in Spiderland
ANYTHING ELSE? I can match you with prose or action spam!

( Prompt 1 | like a toy spinning too fast )

It's ridiculous, but after his public victory over Heneb, some of the males are actually copying his outfits, which tend to trend toward extremely colorful on their own. But Eames decides to test the limits of this. And every time, they start wearing what he's wearing.

So there's a very good explanation as to why Eames is wearing a bright orange ascot. But it doesn't stop him from looking ridiculous. Rather, he's just made all the male spiders look ridiculous too.

The other side effect of this victory is a little fan club. They oo and ah and ask him to say the line, say the line! Eames smiles stiffly for the thousandth time, and says, "Heneb, I seem to have caught you in your own web... of lies."

And then he spots you and starts hurrying toward you, even if Eames doesn’t really know you. "Excuse me, gents. Urgent business to attend to."

He sidles up to you and murmurs, "Get me out of here or they'll make me tell more jokes."


( Prompt 2 | like a ghost )

The stadium is weird. Supposed to be entertaining, kind of terrifying instead. It reminds Eames of the carnage back in his days in the British army in Project Somnacin's test dreams, getting trapped under rubble, getting stabbed just so that the higher-ups think you can handle the pain. And that was before the somnacin was really stable, before the soldiers could even support a whole level when they were under duress.

Eames is supposed to be made of tougher stuff than this.

He gets up, leaves as quickly and quietly as he can. He's craving a cigarette, but, even if they have some here, Eames wants to save his money. He digs in his pocket for his poker chip and bumps right into someone, his poker chip dropping to the ground.

"I'll get it," he says quickly if they bend to pick it up.

Or maybe you run into him later, feeding his terrible, renewed smoking addiction. John wasn't kidding; this is stronger. He leans against a wall, closing his eyes and breathing in the smoke. He puffs it out, murmuring, "Christ," under his breath.


( Prompt 3 | like a wildfire )

He has a table to himself, and he’s quiet compared to the chaos around him. He's careful not to draw attention to himself, since so many Araneans get so overexcited during games. He's thinking, kind of stumped after his last attempt to sneak anywhere was pretty much a bust.

It's packed in the bar, so when he sees a fellow COST member, he waves you over.

"You're welcome to sit with me,” he says over the noise, "You're not likely to find a seat elsewhere."


( Prompt 4 | wildcard )

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2 / like a ghost.

[duskmeadow]

The only way Vax knows to deal with the aftermath of his own gruesome death in the arena is to head straight back to it. The after-effects of the tube still mark him; there's a black cast to his eyes that has yet to clear. It doesn't impede his sight, but it makes people double-take in a way Vax finds irritating. But there's only so much mileage he can get out of baring his teeth at anyone who looks sideways at him.

Eames is a welcome interruption, even if he presents himself scrabbling for a bit of coin. Or what looks like a coin to Vax, who doesn't see much value in such a strangely colored bit of money.

"How much is it worth?" is the first question that comes to mind. Vax's tone is faintly judgemental. "Enough for a drink?"

Because Vax wants a drink. Or to find Vex, who would likely understand exactly what Vax is feeling in this moment without him having to explain it to her.

[withimagination]

Eames doesn't really blink at the black eye thing now. He's been on base, so he saw a lot of that. The assumption that his poker chip is money, though, alarms him.

He pauses, feeling a little ridiculous for having scrabbled for it. "It's not money. Useless, really, in this world. I could use a drink. I'll buy you one if you keep me company. I'm too far inside my own head," he mumbles, starting to walk off in the general direction of the shopping/entertainment area of Jhashch.