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[orangetoughguy]

"Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys."

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[signatures]

I'm not going to put anyone in drag. [ Let's just get one thing straight. If Eames decides to pull on one of his ladies, well, that's just another thing entirely. But not for Orange's first experience - don't want his projections closing in on them before they even spend a minute. Best if they make either Ariadne or himself the subject, then. ]

We might not be able to have too much freedom, [ He quips to Ariadne, gesturing to Orange. ] But we can see what he gets up to.

[orangetoughguy]

You played what? [It's missing the Mario part otherwise he'd get it. Orange shakes his head.] Are you sure about this? It's safe?

[Heeeeeey don't talk about Freddy in the third person!! He gives Eames a flat expression. Fff.]

[boutant]

Mario. [ She never can remember what was out in 1992 and what wasn't.

There's a nod back at Eames, her expression thoughtful. ] You have better control than I do. It might be better if you're the subject. [ He was the subject last time, but still. She's going to let him cover the safety concerns as well, since... well, he's been doing it longer. ]

[signatures]

[ Eames shakes his head, moving toward the living room so he can sit down. The PASIV device is sitting, closed in its silver briefcase, innocently enough on the coffee table. ]

It's safe. [ There's no sedatives in this concoction - besides, Eames was one of the persons involved with the initial testing purposes. What they deal with now is completely smooth with little side-effects compared to how things used to be. ] No one would utilise the technology if it wasn't safe.

[orangetoughguy]

Okay...what's it for anyway?

[He knows why some of them go into dreams, what Orange means is why do they want to try it on him? It's not that he doesn't trust Eames and Ariadne, it's that if he were in their shoes this would be the start of one long joke that's going to end in a hilarious embarrassing and savory punchline.]

[boutant]

[ Ariadne follows, settling on the floor instead of the couch or a chair, one arm resting on the coffee table before her head settles on top. Pancake flops down next to her, head on her knee. ]

You've never felt like showing off? [ The arm that's not being used as a pillow scratches Pancake behind the ears, other fingers lightly drumming on the table. ]

[signatures]

It's only an invitation to see what you'll get up to in 2010, [ Eames adds with a mild tip of his head. ] But if you'd rather not, I understand.

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh. Oh. Well now it sounds like a challenge. Orange quirks a brow at that, detecting a tone of well if you can't handle it which very well might be in his own mind. Either way the 'damage' is done.]

I can do it.

[boutant]

[ Hee. There's no hiding the look of glee that spreads across her face, and she quickly sits up again. ]

Then let's do it.

[signatures]

Excellent.

[ Though wait- ]

How do you feel about needles, Orange?

[orangetoughguy]

A shot's no big deal. Why?

[Gumshoe work at its finest right here. It just doesn't occur to him that this requires an IV of some sort.]

[boutant]

It's not a shot.

[ Her tapping fingers still and point toward the PASIV case. ] More like an IV, so we're all hooked up.

[signatures]

[ Eames turns the briefcase toward him, unlocking it and flipping open the top to reveal it. He uncoils one of the canula lines from the drawback, pressing on the very tip of it to reveal the thin needle. ]

[orangetoughguy]

........ [Don't pussy out now, Newendyke. They're your friends, they wouldn't do anything that could seriously harm you. Right?] Is it gonna leave anything behind?

[Who knows what they do in the future, what if the vein they poke turns neon green for a few hours. Cool in theory, terrible for a cop. Oh and also:] Is the mutt coming along?

[boutant]

You might have a little mark but it'll fade unless you do it regularly. Just like if you went to give blood.

[ ... Wait did he just ask-- Hold on, she's giggling. ]

[signatures]

We can put it on the inside of your elbow so that it's less visible, though you'll likely bruise somewhat.

[ ... ]

No, we're not bringing the dog.

[orangetoughguy]

I'm covering my bases. [A snort for you, Ariadne. Fff. He gives the dog a scrutinizing look then nods to Eames.] I appreciate the invitation for a wild ride if I can buckle up, that's all.

[Nevermind that Orange here has regularly neglected to buckle up while on patrol. Oh shit it doesn't even occur to Freddy how his subconscious might reveal things they weren't meant to know. Fortunately Eames is in on that secret, is Ariadne?]

So...how does this work?

[boutant]

[ She has no idea. Still, if Freddy's not the subject and is just there for the ride, it's not likely that he'll be bringing in anything he wants to keep secret. ]

Well, there's the subject -- the person whose head we'll be going into. I think we decided Eames? [ Well. They decided. ]