[open] dreams feel real when you're in them

[dreamesing]

WHO: dreamesing , Open to all.
WHAT: Arrival time! Eames has no reason to write in a journal, so lets have him run into Keep occupants :3
WHERE: First floor barracks and beyond.
WHEN: Presently.

He had to hand it to Robert Fischer's subconscious, it could certainly be creative.

Eames had woken up in a small cell, dressed in the clothes he'd been wearing on the

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[brynkitten]

It was still light outside, and feeling the need to breath in some fresh air, Bryn was heading out to the green to lay in the sun. Well, maybe not sun but in the light. So, wearing just a simple skirt and chemise, and carrying a blanket from her cell and journal in hand, Bryn headed downstairs from the third floor to the first and made her way down the hallway to the exit.

However, when she turned the corner, she saw someone unfamiliar standing there. New arrivals to the Keep were not uncommon, especially at this time of the week, but Bryn still hadn't quite gotten over her initial nerves at meeting some of them in person. It was with some hesitance that she spoke up.

"Hello, did you just arrive?"

[brynkitten]

Bryn doesn't reply right away, and wets her lips with the tip of her tongue nervously.

"There is an executioner's block on the green. I've not seen them use it. So far there has been a trial by combat, and three people were put in the stocks. One of them was beaten, and the other two received lashings," Bryn said quietly. It was quite clear that watching the event had shaken her. "People have tried to stop it but there is someone with rather...unique abilities. They're always stopped. No matter who tries to interfere, no matter how many."

Bryn breathes in deeply, and exhales slowly. "As for clothing, that's far easier to manage. I was heading out if you'd like me to show you where."

And then Eames could see the block with his own eyes across the way. It was visible from the door she'd intended to exit from.

/so late orz

[dreamesing]

Intimidation factor? Eames wondered, or just no reason to use it yet.

"Fascinating," he said to himself. "I'll keep that in mind if I get up to mischief. As for clothes," he switched topics easily, gesturing to her, "I wouldn't object to a small tour."

[brynkitten]

Bryn is more than happy to move onto another topic.

"That's easily done," she replied with a grateful smile. Bryn averted her eyes though. As easy as it was speaking with Eames, he was awfully good looking and that still made her a bit nervous. "If you'll just follow me," she said with a gesture, stepping past him toward the doors that would lead outside.

[dreamesing]

He forces himself to relax, to take in the surroundings and the person with him, and nods. Despite her willingness to help, she seems a bit shy still.

"You said you'd been here a few months," he started as he followed her. "How many, do you know?"

[brynkitten]

"Well, it was just after the start of April when many of us first arrived, I believe, which means it's been..." Bryn begins, trailing off as she counts the months. April, May, June, July. "Four months, give or take a few days," she finished with a small shrug.

Bryn interrupted every so often to point things out to Eames as they walked toward the Clothier's Tower.

[dreamesing]

July - it had been July where he was. He nods when she speaks, looking at each of the items she points out, a faint twist to his lips as he spots the execution block.

She said no one had been put to death, but still... what an archaic way to go. A bullet to the head was much more efficient, or even poisoning - but he kept such thoughts to himself, making the right acknowledging noises to Bryn.

[brynkitten]

Bryn slowed her pace enough to walk next to Eames, and her gaze shifted in his direction, though she didn't turn to face him.

"May I ask where you're from?" she asked. Bryn couldn't help but be curious if Eames was perhaps from some world that wasn't Earth. His accent seemed familiar but that didn't mean he was European as she suspected.

[dreamesing]

Eames was flipping the journal open, skimming through it briefly before glancing to Bryn when she spoke.

"England," he said, specific enough to satisfy most people without giving the exact details and locale of his birth. "And yourself? You don't sound German, but you never know."

Forgers, after all.

[brynkitten]

"Perhaps not when I'm speaking English," she replied with a small, sly smile. Her German was very good, with a slightly confident lilt in her tone, and her accent seemed more like one from someone who lived in Germany, rather than America.

"My father's family was from Germany, my mother's from France. I was born and raised in California," Bryn said, switching back to English.

[dreamesing]

"Your accent is very good. Mine is better, though," he replied, unable to help his one-upping nature. His accent was fairly flawless, spoken with complete confidence and like he had lived in Germany all his life - though he had obviously just told her otherwise.

"California, hmm? I've heard it's lovely, but I prefer other countries for my warm climes. I don't speak any French," he told her, almost apologetically but he was smiling. "Italian, though, I could charm you with that instead."

[brynkitten]

Bryn's eyes widened with delighted surprise, and she took his one-upping in stride as she was more focused on the fact that he also spoke German.

"I imagine there are many places far better than California for warm weather," she began, having dreamed of visiting many that were well out of reach. When Eames mentions charming her with Italian, Bryn blushes a bit. She can't help the reaction, and looks away. "Y-you could I suppose."

Yeah, that was really smooth.

[dreamesing]

He smiled at her wide eyed gaze. "There's a reason they threw me out of England you know," he joked, "If you don't like the weather..." He waved a hand airily. "Kenya's been quite nice for me lately."

Talking to Bryn was good because, for the moment, it was a distraction from the weight of his totem or the threat of being stuck in his own head.

" You are very cute when you blush like that," he told her in Italian, since she couldn't understand him right now.

[brynkitten]

"What did you say?" she asked, still blushing and now nibbling on her lower lip.

It seemed was silly to be affected by words in a foreign language she didn't understand, but Italian was known as a romance language for a reason, she supposed.

"Whatever it was charmed me more than I was expecting," she added quietly, feeling daring enough to be admitting that aloud, even if it was in French.

[dreamesing]

"Just a comment about how you've been quite lovely so far," Eames fibbed, feeling no need to let her onto his game yet.

At her words in French, even though he couldn't understand what she'd said he smiled again. "Sounds very nice," he said, thinking of Ariadne and Paris, the workshop.

[brynkitten]

Bryn didn't look entirely convinced, but it was a very nice thing for him to say nonetheless.

It didn't matter anyway because they were now at the Clothier's Tower. Bryn took him up into the room with all the clothes and stepped aside immediately so he could start looking around.

"So, this is it," she said. "Spare clothes, a washer, that sort of thing."