[open] Aces take your time

[falsify]

A;

You're at one of the nightclubs in South London; they're always best at this time of year in some people's estimation. Much livelier, better music, and the summer promotions are always better in July than in August. It's when the promoters are finally in the swing of things, but they still need to try that extra bit harder to entice people to come inside.

What might stand out to the keen observer, is a rather attractive woman sitting at the bar. Nothing so strange about a good looking woman hanging by herself in a club of course, but what might strike a person as odd is the wide berth people seem to be giving her. No one sat next to her, barely even anyone acknowledging her as she nurses her drink - glancing around the room on occasion.

But maybe there isn't anything strange to you about this, maybe this is just the person you're looking for. Following rumours or a tip about someone who'd be good business to get to know. Or maybe you just fancy talking to a pretty lady for a bit.

Have fun with that.

B;

There's a cool breeze on the air on this fine afternoon. Eames wanders through Camden enjoying it; London's humidity come summer has never been something he's overly fond of, but today it's tolerable. Lots of people out and about, sitting by the lock or dodging flierers on the street, but he moves through the crowds easily. A certain fondness for the area that sometimes makes him think - he doesn't fuss too much with who owns what borough, but this is one he'd certainly like to see taken from the Council's control. Honestly there's a sad kind of irony in one of the last homes of punk in London being beholden to the "protection" of such an establishment.

Never the matter, he supposes. Not much to be done about it right this moment.

He has an ice cream in his hand because he's a grown-ass adult and he can do what he wants, and he's currently engaged in a heated debate with one of the vendors in the Stables Market. A man selling vintage furniture who thinks he can get away with jacking up his prices because he's in a popular area.

In his wild gesturing-- well. Either you dodge it or you don't, but either way all Eames has now is a hollow waffle cone sans ice cream and a laughing salesman. What a day.

C;

Or, whatever! HMU on Plurk if you've got something particular in mind, or just. You know. Bug Eames.

Also brackets are cool, I can do either.

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[ B ]

[warmheartedly]

After the scuffle with the ice cream man has subsided, Clara huffs and shakes her head at the salesman's poor behaviour while she moves closer to check on these items of his. Rude or not, she is curious to see if the man's claims about them being one of a kind or not were true. That and a little lamp caught her eye for personal reasons. She was staring at it intently, expression a little sad, too absorbed by the lamp to notice the salesman rushing her way as he took a big gulp of his coffee.

It doesn't take a genius to realise what happens next. A spooked man from the sudden chill shrouding him. A dropped cup of iced coffee from said spook. A suit ruined and a very unhappy man, probably thinking karma got him.

"Whoops," is all she says as the man behind the counter curses his luck and moves away to clean himself up. She gives a side glance to the poor man who had lost his ice cream, grateful he didn't get splattered with coffee. Ice cream and coffee stains were awful things to wash out of clothes from her experience. "It could have been worse. I think that's the motto for today."

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Eames snorts at the coffee incident, watching as the guy hurries to find something to clean up with. Good, he hopes it stains. And he hopes it's that guy's favourite shirt. Maybe it's petty of him, but he doesn't care. Really part of him is just sad it wasn't a hot coffee. That'd be brilliant.

"Almost a shame it wasn't," he says softly in response to the stranger who is definitely a normal human and not a ghost. Voice hushed just in case that annoying salesman is still in earshot.

[warmheartedly]

Drinking hot coffee in this weather would be just very silly. Thinks the ghost who is now poking at the salesman's lockbox to make sure it doesn't tip off the table. She felt rather bad for causing the clothes of the man to be ruined, she rather not make his day any worse.

On purpose at least.

When she hears a response from the man next to her, the one who lost his ice cream and the one she thought wouldn't be able to answer her observations, she looks up at him with a look of pleasant surprise on her features. "Ah. Someone else? It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm Clara."

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Judging by her surprise, he'd guess the circumstances surrounding the spilled coffee weren't a trick of the eye. A ghost here in this store? He'd think it a surprise, but they do seem to love their antiques in his experience.

"Eames," he offers with a smile, pretending not to note the surprise, "see anything you like?" And he gestures to the lamp she'd been looking at before, alongside a few other things that are pretty, though probably useless if he could tell what they actually were.

[warmheartedly]

"Pleasure to meet you, Eames." She looks back at the items when he gestures to them, her expression taking on a quality of wistfulness and a bit of sadness. "A bit. Just looking back at some things that, um, I know very well."

Seeing that the lamp happens to be hers, a wedding gift from a friend before it was pawned off for money. Not that she holds it against Francisco to sell it. But-- "As pretty as it is, the lamp was never valued at that much. I'm surprised he's trying to hawk it off for so much."

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"Welcome to Camden," Eames says with a smile, gesturing broadly to all of the overpriced, second-hand furniture. At least the guy running the place has decent enough taste to get away with charging so much for all this stuff. "He makes a fortune off people with more money than sense."

[warmheartedly]

"I just wish it wasn't with our lamp," she remarks dryly. She looks more upset at the idea of people being swindled of their money then her lamp being hawked off. Really, she's fine seeing it there out of reach.

At this point what other use does it have besides it being one of important sentimental value to her?

Er. Anyways-- "I take it that you're not one of those people? Hoping to give him a taste of his own medicine or see if there's anything really worth your pounds?"