[Open Post] Where the Streets Have No Name

[lesandra]

Hey! Let's do a thing.

Throw up a starter, or let me know who you want and I will throw up a starter. Any of my muses are fair game. Lemme know who you want!

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[artfulforger]

Eames knows that is part of the reason he had come to meet Piper today. Because if Mal had done something to lead to them meeting, and it was real - as it had been - then he needed to meet her. Even if it wasn't romantic, it was still meant to be.

He makes a face, nodding. Despite it, he can't help but smile at this poor girl though. "Yeah, that sounds like the things I would miss too. Definitely not in that order." And Arthur. So much Arthur. He doesn't even want to think about that.

He winks at Piper. "Because I need a pendulum," he says, unbuttoning another button on his shirt and suddenly his look is utterly beautiful and sultry.

"You," he says, pointing at the server, holding the necklace up and letting it sway. "Adam, right?"

The server blinks, staring at him confused and it shows. "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Who's Paul?"

He goes pale, staring at Eames with a whole new look. "What? Why? Who are you?"

He waves a hand at him. "It's not about who I am. It's about what you are not doing?" His accent was now slightly Russian and his English a bit broken. "There is a spirit here, and that spirit is upset with you. Upset that you would ignore love!"

[callmeles]

"Oh I like him," Sabrina said with a wide grin, watching the interaction between Eames and Adam.

Piper's mouth quirked up as she watched Eames work. Oh, she could see why Mal simply adored him and why she thought the man could assist her. She watched as Adam went pale when Eames asked about Paul.

She stood from her chair. "Oui, true love does not come around very often, monsieur," she said. "Do you care about 'im?" She wasn't full of accents but French and Spanish were ones she could pull off decently enough. And it wasn't like she probably needed to by any means but why not? "I 'ear he makes the best pastries."

[artfulforger]

Eames draws himself up, letting the necklace sway like a pendulum, like he's using it for psychometry.

"Listen to what she is speaks of," he says, glancing at Piper and then to Adam. "Paul, he loves you like you do him, does he not?"

"What? What? No. He doesn't." He glances between them, eyes going wide. "Does he?" He steps closer to them. "I want to... I mean, I've had these thoughts. About us. About starting a new place. I thought about... About a place of our own but..."

"But what?"

[callmeles]

Piper's mouth curled up as she watched Adam's expression. "But you're afraid that he may not care about you in the same way you do 'im, hm?"

Although he may not have admitted it to himself yet, she could see that he did care about Paul very much. It was simply adorable.

This little bit of matchmaking honestly brought a smile to her face. "You will never know how 'e feels if you do not talk to 'im."

[artfulforger]

It's an easy thing to feel. Eames can't say he hadn't been there at one point, when he had fallen for a pointman with a stick up his ass and a beautiful mind.

"Go," he says, waving a hand at him. "Go now. Do not wait another moment or you will anger the spirits," he says, glaring at the man.

He stumbles backwards, eyes widening but there's a shy smile.

"I will. I'll tell him how I feel. Maybe..."

"No, maybe. It will be done. It is foretold."

The man nods eagerly, backing away. "Thank you. Thank you. I... thank you," he says, finally turning and running down the sidewalk to find Paul.

[callmeles]

Piper watched Adam run down the sidewalk in the direction of Paul's cafe and laughed. "Well, let it not be said that you aren't subtle," she said with a grin, looking at Eames.

"Oh, that was amazing! I simply must go watch this. Thank you, truly," Sabrina said before quickly following the man down the street. If this is why she was stuck here, then she had to see this through!

Piper watched the young woman hurry after Adam and hoped the girl would find peace if it was something that kept her here. She returned to her seat with a shake of her head and looked at Eames. "Well, that is one way of honoring, Mal," she said. It was also a relief that Eames apparently knew about ghosts and the supernatural so what she has to say won't be so astronomically weird.

"Tell me, Eames - have you had any experience with witches?"