Every single holiday, a head in a box

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The joke is it is in fact a head in the box. Thread headers inside. Any issues or questions, please don't hesitate to send me a PM/contact me on plurk/comment on the plotting post!

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[reticence]

He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest and resisting the urge to reach out and poke the box with his foot, but only just. "A man named Eames," he answers. "Or I suppose a fae, to be more precise. He came by with it not too long ago, offering payment to whoever took the problem off of his hands, literally and metaphorically speaking."

He glances up at Arthur, to watch his face. "We've got an identity on the head, at least. I guess this Eames knew her. Before..." Before someone lopped off her head and sent it to him in the post, that is.

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"Eames?"

Contrary to popular believe, Arthur does not have that good a poker face, so at the mention of Eames' name the recognition and confusion is plain on his face. This is immediately followed by a shake of his head as he mentally berates himself for being so obvious and then a sigh as he looks back down at the box.

"Seems a little... aggressive. Maybe vampires."

[reticence]

Faolan raises his eyebrows slightly at the other man, disregarding the suggestion of vampires for a moment and focusing on the flicker of recognition. Arthur knows this fae, that is plain. Perhaps that is why the fae was so keen on making this Hillingdon's problem in particular. Who knows what this Eames really knows of the place.

"You know him?" he asks, though from the look on his face it's clear he already knows the answer is yes.

[specifiercity]

Arthur seems a little annoyed that Faolan picked up on that, as if anyone wouldn't, so he sighs. "Yeah," he says reluctantly, "he's a contact. We've, uh, traded information a number of times."

It's the truth.