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It's been a long time since Eames had to be the subject of a dream. He's been very good to avoid it, given that his subconscious often gives too much of him away without his intentions there (that is, after all, why they call it a subconscious), but in order to properly show Mystique the dreamspace, he's allowed her to be the architect. That said, the moment they hit the dream and the PASIV was working away, Eames had hit the ground running, rearranging his body and his voice and his core balance to become a lovely little blonde number that the hotel had seen fit to introduce to him.

He's honestly beginning to believe the Nexus is his crash course in the minutia of perfect forgery (though not perfect, never perfect. It always helps to have some flaws).

Now, though, he's sitting in a little chair with a drink as he waits for Mystique to find him in the dream, wondering if she'll be able to pick Eames out. If not, then he's more than patient and can wait until she comes around before engaging and seeing what fun someone who can shift in real life can have when there are no rules at all.

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Where the inhuman blue of her skin worn openly was more honest than any other face she might have chosen, the hyperawareness that came with wearing what she was could only give off signals that might draw more attention than either of them could use. She let the blue feather away to leave the blonde form that had been her default for so much of her life.

If she avoided looking too closely at her reflection in any mirror she passed, so be it.

"Details," she repeated, brushing a hand down the skirt she had pulled around herself. The skirt shortened into a design more appropriate to her own decade than the Nexus. "Distracting the eye has never been an issue for me." She gave him a wide, bright smile, affecting an air best described as 'distracted California bikini model.'