[open; 1st-16th May] i'm too lazy to think about any good lyrics

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A//VARIOUS PARKS//OBLIGATORY DOG PROMPT

There's not so many things that Eames actually enjoys these days, which is probably a sad fact, but don't feel pity for him. Because he has the most excellent dog in the world. Do you have the best dog in the world? No. Because he is Eames' dog and he is called Boxer and he's two years old and a beautiful healthy rottweiler who is smart and handsome and very well behaved.

Generally after he's done with whatever morning/early afternoon business he has, it's followed by a trip to the nearest park if he's brought Boxer with him.

There's nothing fancy or special here, just feel free to find him walking his dog or playing catch. Boxer's a little wary around other dogs, but he doesn't shy away when other dogs come over like he did when Eames first got him, which is nice to see. It's always good to know you've raised your child well.

B//A COFFEE SHOP OPPOSITE THE MAGICAL INNOVATION CENTRE

Honestly? At this stage there's not much to be gleaned from watching the place, but that doesn't mean Eames won't.

He's not here every day, because honestly why go to Richmond if you don't have to, but every now and then he stops for a few hours to watch the comings and goings. Partially a catalogue of faces, partially to see if there's anything odd going on that might spill into public view. Especially after they failed to hold on to some of their prizes from the last few months.

A glamour makes him hard to see in return — not hidden, not exactly, but it almost... Diverts attention. Makes him forgettable and uninteresting. Probably what makes him feel confident hanging about in such a particularly dangerous area for a fae.

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B

[freelife]

It was amazing how much different the Magical Innovation Centre was in the daylight. It was so unassuming, but Evie had seen the cages inside. She knew it was so much more insideous inside. Never underestimate someone by the building they used.

Today, Evie was trying to get a look at the people who were coming and going, seeing if there was anyone of note. Her travels took her to a coffee shop right outside of the Centre, where she spotted something odd out of the corner of her eye. Squinting and focusing, and she recognizes him, is able to keep her eyes on him long enough to know.

She takes a seat at the table next to his, sitting so that they were near one another. Evie pretends to drink her coffee. "Have you been in side?" She asks him, keeping her voice low.

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"I know someone who went to the opening," Eames answers, noncommittal. Seemingly unsurprised Evie managed to focus through the glamour and spot him. He's been inside, he's seen the facade and where they keep the fae. He wants to burn the thing to the ground, but he can't do that-- not yet, so.

He leans back in his seat, sighing softly over the rim of his mug, "how about you?"

[freelife]

As far as Evie was concerned, Eames could light the match.

"I went to the opening," she explains. "I wanted to see for myself what she's trying to do there." There's disdain in her words. "It's awful, even the parts they let the public see."

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"Yeah?" He picks up that disdain, it's echoed in his own voice. It's hardly as if he's ever been secretive about his contempt for Daybreak, and that's only gotten worse under the new management.

[freelife]

"Yeah." She agrees with him.

She glances around again, before speaking: "Something must be done."

[falsify]

"Something will be done," Eames answers lowly, resolute. "I'm not about to kowtow to the likes of her."

[freelife]

"And neither will I." She's certain in it. Samantha is a menace, and she needs to be stopped.

But slowly this time. From the bottom up. As frustrating as it could be.

[falsify]

Eames sighs, watching some witch across the street walk to a bus stop.

"And in the meantime?" He tilts his head, thoughtful. "I figure out how to dismantle every rotten little thing she's managed to get her hands on."

[freelife]

"You'll have my help," she promises him. "Just say the word."

A

[cabins]

Dogs were great. Laura had always thought so, even before she was bitten. She'd thought they were sweet and good and too precious for this world. She'd seen many a good dog meme in her time, and she loved them. But that didn't explain why she was alone at a dog park, watching them run and jump and play.

She was here because it was a whole lot easier to go to a dog park than a wolf sanctuary in frakking London, and she wanted to do some research. The more she knew about dogs and how they acted, perhaps the more she could stay in control during her monthly transformations. So here she was. Watching dogs.

There's a handsome man a few feet away, taking good care of who she's sure is the best dog in the world in the man's eyes. "What a sweet boy you have," she says. "What's his name?"

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He's a great dog, one happily wagging his tail and enjoying all the pets and scritches Eames has to lavish him with after bringing back his ball for the millionth time.

They both look up at Laura at the same time as she approaches, Boxer's tail swiping low the way it always does when he's curious, but Eames smiles up at her. She's right, he's a sweet boy.

"Boxer," he answers, instinctively petting his head when Boxer looks up at his name, "and you are?"

[cabins]

And he's well-behaved, too. Impressive.

"Hello, Boxer," she says sweetly to the dog. "I'm Laura."

She glance back up at Eames. "May I pet him?"

[falsify]

"He's... Wary of new faces," Eames says, but it's not a no, and Boxer seems curious rather than guarded which is always a good sign. He strokes his hand down the dog's side and looks at Laura, "let him get your scent first, he'll probably love you once he decides you're nothing to be afraid of."

[cabins]

"Let's hope so," she says, and holds out a hand for Boxer to sniff, to show him she's no threat. She'll let the dog take his time, but he's bound to find her friendly. And smelling quite a lot like dog herself.

[falsify]

He doesn't tell her about Boxer's... Reservations when it comes to other canines, partially to avoid giving himself away if she hasn't noticed what he is yet, but also just to watch how Boxer reacts without anyone feeling stressed or apprehensive.

Boxer's a little wary, looking up at Eames first before he steps forward to sniff at Laura's hand, relaxed by Eames' presence and hand on his side; he's not met many werewolves and the smell of her has definitely made him curious, now with permission to get closer he starts scenting at her hand and then drops his head to her feet as if to confirm it's definitely her, and after another look up at Eames he surmises that this is a new friend and presses his face into the palm of her hand.

[cabins]

Laura waits patiently, wondering what's going on in his head. It's not important, in the end, because the dog has decided they're going to be friends. And with that great gift of friendship comes Laura's gentle scritches for the good boy.

"Hello, Boxer," she says, just like she's talking to anyone. "You're such a good boy, aren't you?"

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Ah! He is a good boy! It's so good of her to notice! Boxer's tail wags and he looks delighted, pressing into her hands and arms, occasionally even licking her hands.

Eames laughs, patting Boxer's flank, "seems like he likes you."

He likes almost everyone. Boxer's an excellent animal.

[cabins]

"He has a good sense of character," Laura says, taking a knee to better pet the doggo.

"Good thing, as I like him too." She sniffs the air, and glances over at Eames. She can smell the magic on him. "I think he can recognize me for what I am."

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"He's always a little cautious around other... canines actually," not that you could tell by the way Boxer's loving the attention; getting pets from two people? The best. His tail is wagging a mile a minute and he's pressing his snout into Laura's hands, and Eames laughs softly at the display.

"Clearly he seems to be getting over it though."

[cabins]

"I'll say." Laura laughs, using a second hand to get under Boxer's chin as she pets him.

"Goodness, if he isn't the sweetest pup. How old is he?" Never mind the weird old lady at the dog park, making friends with the dogs. This sort of thing should be considered completely socially acceptable.

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"He'll be three in a few months," Eames grins and plants a playful smack on Boxer's flank, though he doesn't seem to care. Not with the way he's sticking his face in Laura's business for the most affection he can get out of her. "Be an old man before you know it, won't you?"

[cabins]

"That's what, 21 in dog years? You've got a frat boy on your hands." She'll give Boxer all the affection she can give. That's one of the things about dogs, she'd noticed: they were never satisfied with attention.

[falsify]

"That explains why somebody's always trying to stick his nose in my beer," there's a bit of a laugh in his voice, something that Boxer evidently is taking as a compliment.

[cabins]

Laura actually giggles, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. "You're funny." And she appreciates it.

"And I'm Laura." She holds out her hand. She's just broken up with Adar, sure, but, well. May as well start playing the field, right?

[falsify]

"Eames," he takes her hand in a firm shake, "a pleasure."