Eames and Alisha (Backdated to Oct. 6th)
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om_mainEames bumps into Alisha in the common room.
The problem with the States, Alisha decided, was that she couldn't watch some of the shows she wanted to. Take, for instance, Coronation Street. It was a soap that she'd gotten to watching while she'd been hanging out on other people's couches and she's actually come to like it. It was a guilty pleasure show. But here in the U.S., even though they had what they called 'BBC America', all they seemed to have was shows that she'd been watching live months ago. Or, like now, Star Trek. What was British about Star Trek except for Patrick Stewart?
She muttered at the screen and brought up the schedule for the wrongly-named BBC channel. They had to have something interesting coming up. Right?
"What are you looking for?" Eames asked curiously as he made his way into the common room with a large sketchbook in hand. "Please tell me it's not another endless Doctor Who marathon."
That earned him a look. "Do I look as if I'd be watching Doctor Who?" No, that would be Simon. "I'm looking for my soaps and this stupid bloody cable doesn't get proper BBC. I even tried getting it online, but it won't let me watch from the U.S. Even though my parents are paying the fees."
"Oh, darling. Please don't let me judge anyone's taste by their appearances. If you want to trick the internet I suggest talking to Babs or Tessa--they know about proxies and other technical jargon that I pretend I care about, but mostly I make friends who understand these things so I don't have to." He flopped down in a neighboring chair.
"I don't have any idea who those are." She was more familiar with the men of the school than the women. Of the women, she really only knew three: Alice, Lydia, and Harley. Maybe that should have bothered her, but she felt just as comfortable around men as she did most women and she had at least one person she could share some girl talk with.
"They are a computer's best friend. Lovely ladies. You'll likely run into them eventually, there's only so many of us here right now."
Alisha's eyebrows raised dubiously. Lovely ladies? In her opinion, people who sat with their noses in computers all day were not 'lovely'. But if it meant getting her soaps... "Fine. I might look one of them up."
"Until then, good luck with the local entertainment. Can't say I know of anything good on right now. The summer selection was pretty dismal--I mainly let Pietro pick a movie when I need to watch something at this point." Eames kicked back, flipping open his sketchpad as he got comfortable. "That boy loves some Marilyn Monroe, and then any other genre under the sun."
"He does have the oddest taste," she agreed and there was something fond in her tone. It was similar to the kind of way that she talked about Nathan...though her comments about Nathan were usually of the more disparaging kind than simply 'odd'.
"He's a wonderful magpie," Eames said with a smile.
"No wonder everyone knew who I was before I got here," Alisha said after a minute. "You all know each other." Her accent might have been a giveaway about who she knew at the school, but there were other people with British accents. Of course, her early demand to see the people she knew might have been the giveaway. "Who're you, then?"
"To be fair, I've been here for a year, and we don't get too many new people at a time. And it's Eames." They would probably know each other better if they shared any classes, or attended said classes, but Alisha didn't strike him as a theater and dance type. A bit too much hands on material.
"Then I guess I don't have to tell you my name, do I?" She smirked at him and wondered just how good the campus gossip really was.
"No, Alisha, you don't have to," he confirmed. "That's a real easy one though. I'd have to be pretty unobservant and antisocial not to know your name by now."
"I know a few people that might fit that description around here. You never know." Though come to think about it, she wasn't sure just how many people did know Simon since they all seemed to know him. Or at least have heard of him. Maybe Scott.
"But that's not me at all." He shrugged. "I guess it's easier to find a niche when you know a few people to start with. Didn't know anyone when I got here, so I just befriended everyone amicable."
"Niche. Hah." If she were in a niche, it would be a crap one. Not that she didn't spend time with the people she'd known back home, but it wasn't as if she spent all her time with them. "That's not me at all. I'm a social butterfly." Among a certain crowd.
"Then I feel sorely neglected," Eames teased.
She smirked at him. "Am I going to have to come up with some way to make it up to you?"
"Oh, that sounds like an entertaining proposition. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, if I have to spell it out to you, maybe you're not as smart as you seem to be." She stretched a little and settled back into the couch with a sigh.
"I am not a free entity so all I can participate in is vivid imagination."
"Why is it that every man here seems to be with someone? It's damn frustrating." Well, it was. And not in the 'I want to date someone' way.
"Well, you see," Eames said simply. "There was this strange excess of eligible bachelors of a decent variety, and it became really obvious if you didn't grab one you'd end up losing out. There's was also a crop of cranky ones, they got mixed in somehow."
"I know a couple of cranky ones." Scott. His brother sometimes. "And one batshit mad one." That would be Nathan. She smiled a little.
"Good mad, or back away slowly mad?"
"A little bit of both, I guess," Alisha answered as she thought more about it. Privately, she thought it was more the 'annoying kid brother that I'm going to strangle, mad' kind, but she wasn't going to put those particular words to it.
"Well, as long as you can handle him."
She smirked at him. "Are you doubting my capability of handling the boys here?" Her eyes dropped down to his dick and her smirk had grown wider by the time she looked up again. Just because he was a 'free entity', it didn't mean she wasn't going to flirt with him. He'd have to be, well, Simon for her to do that.
With a once over that subtle Eames couldn't help but fuck with her a little bit. When she'd finished checking out his package and had gotten back to his eyes he shifted suddenly, switching to his female form, and tucking legs up on to the couch to cross into a comfortable sitting position. Eames smiled warmly. "You talk a good game, but I think you made yourself really clear when you first got here. I'm sure you can get away with words and looks alone with most of the boys around here, but maybe it's for the best that it stops there. Good way to avoid messy situations."
It was either a testament to how long she'd been in the school or just the fact that she knew Curtis that she didn't so much as blink when 'he' turned into a 'she'. "Mmm, but I keep running into exceptions to the rules. But the one thing you should probably know is that I like messy situations. Very messy." Whether she was talking about flirting with people who were seeing someone else or sex was up for debate, mostly because she pretty much meant both.
"Well, good luck with that," Eames said, getting up to head out.
"Leaving so soon?" Had she scared another one away? Really, these boys were just too sensitive.
"Good luck finding anything decent on the telly." Eames gave a small salute and headed out
The problem with the States, Alisha decided, was that she couldn't watch some of the shows she wanted to. Take, for instance, Coronation Street. It was a soap that she'd gotten to watching while she'd been hanging out on other people's couches and she's actually come to like it. It was a guilty pleasure show. But here in the U.S., even though they had what they called 'BBC America', all they seemed to have was shows that she'd been watching live months ago. Or, like now, Star Trek. What was British about Star Trek except for Patrick Stewart?
She muttered at the screen and brought up the schedule for the wrongly-named BBC channel. They had to have something interesting coming up. Right?
"What are you looking for?" Eames asked curiously as he made his way into the common room with a large sketchbook in hand. "Please tell me it's not another endless Doctor Who marathon."
That earned him a look. "Do I look as if I'd be watching Doctor Who?" No, that would be Simon. "I'm looking for my soaps and this stupid bloody cable doesn't get proper BBC. I even tried getting it online, but it won't let me watch from the U.S. Even though my parents are paying the fees."
"Oh, darling. Please don't let me judge anyone's taste by their appearances. If you want to trick the internet I suggest talking to Babs or Tessa--they know about proxies and other technical jargon that I pretend I care about, but mostly I make friends who understand these things so I don't have to." He flopped down in a neighboring chair.
"I don't have any idea who those are." She was more familiar with the men of the school than the women. Of the women, she really only knew three: Alice, Lydia, and Harley. Maybe that should have bothered her, but she felt just as comfortable around men as she did most women and she had at least one person she could share some girl talk with.
"They are a computer's best friend. Lovely ladies. You'll likely run into them eventually, there's only so many of us here right now."
Alisha's eyebrows raised dubiously. Lovely ladies? In her opinion, people who sat with their noses in computers all day were not 'lovely'. But if it meant getting her soaps... "Fine. I might look one of them up."
"Until then, good luck with the local entertainment. Can't say I know of anything good on right now. The summer selection was pretty dismal--I mainly let Pietro pick a movie when I need to watch something at this point." Eames kicked back, flipping open his sketchpad as he got comfortable. "That boy loves some Marilyn Monroe, and then any other genre under the sun."
"He does have the oddest taste," she agreed and there was something fond in her tone. It was similar to the kind of way that she talked about Nathan...though her comments about Nathan were usually of the more disparaging kind than simply 'odd'.
"He's a wonderful magpie," Eames said with a smile.
"No wonder everyone knew who I was before I got here," Alisha said after a minute. "You all know each other." Her accent might have been a giveaway about who she knew at the school, but there were other people with British accents. Of course, her early demand to see the people she knew might have been the giveaway. "Who're you, then?"
"To be fair, I've been here for a year, and we don't get too many new people at a time. And it's Eames." They would probably know each other better if they shared any classes, or attended said classes, but Alisha didn't strike him as a theater and dance type. A bit too much hands on material.
"Then I guess I don't have to tell you my name, do I?" She smirked at him and wondered just how good the campus gossip really was.
"No, Alisha, you don't have to," he confirmed. "That's a real easy one though. I'd have to be pretty unobservant and antisocial not to know your name by now."
"I know a few people that might fit that description around here. You never know." Though come to think about it, she wasn't sure just how many people did know Simon since they all seemed to know him. Or at least have heard of him. Maybe Scott.
"But that's not me at all." He shrugged. "I guess it's easier to find a niche when you know a few people to start with. Didn't know anyone when I got here, so I just befriended everyone amicable."
"Niche. Hah." If she were in a niche, it would be a crap one. Not that she didn't spend time with the people she'd known back home, but it wasn't as if she spent all her time with them. "That's not me at all. I'm a social butterfly." Among a certain crowd.
"Then I feel sorely neglected," Eames teased.
She smirked at him. "Am I going to have to come up with some way to make it up to you?"
"Oh, that sounds like an entertaining proposition. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, if I have to spell it out to you, maybe you're not as smart as you seem to be." She stretched a little and settled back into the couch with a sigh.
"I am not a free entity so all I can participate in is vivid imagination."
"Why is it that every man here seems to be with someone? It's damn frustrating." Well, it was. And not in the 'I want to date someone' way.
"Well, you see," Eames said simply. "There was this strange excess of eligible bachelors of a decent variety, and it became really obvious if you didn't grab one you'd end up losing out. There's was also a crop of cranky ones, they got mixed in somehow."
"I know a couple of cranky ones." Scott. His brother sometimes. "And one batshit mad one." That would be Nathan. She smiled a little.
"Good mad, or back away slowly mad?"
"A little bit of both, I guess," Alisha answered as she thought more about it. Privately, she thought it was more the 'annoying kid brother that I'm going to strangle, mad' kind, but she wasn't going to put those particular words to it.
"Well, as long as you can handle him."
She smirked at him. "Are you doubting my capability of handling the boys here?" Her eyes dropped down to his dick and her smirk had grown wider by the time she looked up again. Just because he was a 'free entity', it didn't mean she wasn't going to flirt with him. He'd have to be, well, Simon for her to do that.
With a once over that subtle Eames couldn't help but fuck with her a little bit. When she'd finished checking out his package and had gotten back to his eyes he shifted suddenly, switching to his female form, and tucking legs up on to the couch to cross into a comfortable sitting position. Eames smiled warmly. "You talk a good game, but I think you made yourself really clear when you first got here. I'm sure you can get away with words and looks alone with most of the boys around here, but maybe it's for the best that it stops there. Good way to avoid messy situations."
It was either a testament to how long she'd been in the school or just the fact that she knew Curtis that she didn't so much as blink when 'he' turned into a 'she'. "Mmm, but I keep running into exceptions to the rules. But the one thing you should probably know is that I like messy situations. Very messy." Whether she was talking about flirting with people who were seeing someone else or sex was up for debate, mostly because she pretty much meant both.
"Well, good luck with that," Eames said, getting up to head out.
"Leaving so soon?" Had she scared another one away? Really, these boys were just too sensitive.
"Good luck finding anything decent on the telly." Eames gave a small salute and headed out
