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When; This morning, during the Wild Wild West curse
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Eames, Ariadne, and YOU!
Summary; Eames and Miss A have just arrived to town on a tired horse. They'll need rooms, Eames needs to buy a new stallion, and they're looking to make nice (for now). Please feel free to reply with whatever location you'd like to run into both or one of them, treat it like an open action post!

And just for reference, Eamesie, Sunny, and Ariadne is in generally traditional western clothes for more-so upperclass skirts!
Log;

[ They're new to town, and it's obvious - and will continue to be for some time, until Eames gets them settled into whatever routine this particular down runs by. Sunny's steady underneath them with the guide of Ariadne at the reigns, though he's certain either way the horse wouldn't much need it. His own horse'd been shot down three provences backward so Sunny's had to bear the both of them for awhile, and it's a welcome sight to be coming across the City - a bit hot, a bit grimy, nothing like the groves of overseas where most of the fog had been smoke, not swept dust. He'd forced her to change to side saddle about a mile back to accomodate the fancy lining of her skirts, and he's debating asking to take the head but he figures she's at her limit already and it might earn him a nice smack to the cheek by this rate.

If there's anything Eames is particularly good at, though, it's appearances - and he'll sacrifice plenty of it, including Ariadne's mood, to set it right. They've not come all this way to settle as perminent outlaws - it's time to make something of a good life in these parts, even if they supplement their income by other means. No more with the banks and silks; it's been a hard decision to make, acknowleding the extent of one's limits, and a sad day that they've had to lose something in order to gain the sort of logic that only comes from experience.

He knows Ariadne isn't ready to stop, necessarily. But she's free to come and go if she truly wanted and it's a loud enough statement that she simply hasn't, yet.

Maybe because Eames hasn't removed his fat arse from her horse's back for the past three towns, but you know.

But a new town for now means a new set of faces, and Eames finds it refreshing enough as Sunny leads them into the City. They'll need to book a room at the inn, for starters - then Eames needs to buy a horse for himself, and see about making business. He taps Ariadne's side to direct them to it, hoping there's a bar on the first floor but it's either give or take most places, if not he might stop by the saloon at some point, skin for a deck of cards. As Ariadne brings Sunny to a slow halt, he slides off the horse with a grunt, lifting his arms to help Ariadne down when she's ready - or if she'll even take it, her stubbornness being much worse than her father's had. ]

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[ No, she hasn't. She doesn't know what it feels like to be half of a whole, just knows what she's experienced and what she's seen. Mostly she remembers her father being devastated after her mother died, and her own feelings now that he's gone and followed her.

She doesn't reply for a while, focusing on bathing instead before sloshing slightly. ] Oh-- could you pass me a towel, please?

[ Wordlessly, one of the folded towels nearby gets passed through the slip of the curtain, waggled a bit until she reaches for it herself. ]

Finished? [ he's done best he could for his hair and the bowl, but he'll save his shave for afterward. ]

[ The towel is grabbed and there's more sloshing as she gets out of the tub. ]

Yes, I'm finished. Give me a moment. [ She'd like to dry off at least partially, as well as collect her knives. She can get dressed on the other side of the curtain. ]

Take your time.

[ eames will just be on the otherside of the curtain, smelling like sweat and also horse. ]

We'll have to find you work.

So you say now.

[ There are worse smells. ]

I will have to find me work. You can focus on yourself.

I think our ideas of work for you are vastly different from one another.

[ He nudges at the curtain a bit, pulling it back to see if she's wrapped up yet. ]

Mine are much more entertaining.

[ She is, crouched down next to the tub and gathering her knives. Most of them are already in their thigh holster, but there's a large hunting knife that she tends to tuck into her back in her hands now. ]

Could be.

[ But that's not what they're trying to do anymore, for now, is it? He starts unfastening his trousers, pleased to see the bath water doesn't look too grimy after Ariadne's bath. Pulling the curtains open the rest of the way, he's utterly unsuprised to see Ariadne's knives out and about - them a regular appearance. ]

[ Her knives gathered, the hunting knife moved up to be held between her teeth (also a fairly regular occurrence, once upon a time), Ariadne moves over to grab the pins for her hair and push them across the dresser to the other side of the curtain. She's ignoring what she can see of Eames' skin, having seen more of it before -- there's not a lot of privacy out in the wilds, robbing people. Still, while she can fake a sense of propriety, it's not entirely secure in her, so as she passes through the curtain to the other side, she idly comments: ]

If you're going to be picking up any prostitutes, keep them at the brothel, please.

[ He has his towel in his hand, but doesn't have enough time to twist it and snap at her when she passes him, so only flaps it at her haphazardly before draping the towel on the edge of the tub. He finally disrobes the rest of the way and steps in, the warm water immediately wonderful on his travel-worn skin, toes crinkling before he sinks down, back resting against the wood and knees bent at the knee. ]

Bringing a prostitute home is like inviting a thief to your possessions, anyway.

[ Grimacing at his poor attempt at a towel snap, Ariadne draws the curtain again before abandoning her towel without ceremony. She lets her hair hang down, still dripping onto the floor. ]

And you wouldn't have experience with that at all, hmm?

[ She is fairly certain the dress she's eyeing now was paid for with stolen money. ]

And what of it?

[ It gets them what they want, so far, isn't it? ]

Teasing. [ Such a sourpuss. ]

Take your bath, Mr. Eames, it'll improve your mood.

Yes, ma'am.

[ Eames sinks further into the little basin best he can, anyway. ]

[ While he's bathing, Ariadne's getting dressed. She has to look like a proper lady and all that shit, and it'll probably take her about as long to get dressed as it does for Eames to bathe.

Stupid buttons. 8( ]