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[When the video transmission starts, there’s a rather neat and tidy man in a suit, seated in one of the passenger quarters.]

I’ll give it to this place, this has to be one of the oddest awakenings I’ve had. Still doesn’t beat Nepal though…

[The last part is muttered, almost to himself, before he turned back to the camera, all business.]

Not to ask the same question twice, but I’d like to go home as much as the next person, so perhaps I’ll save on some of the legwork and reach out. How can I help make sure this ship reaches its destination in one piece? I do have military training and my information gathering skills can be useful.

[There’s a small pause, and then he smiles, a small almost innocent look.]

Also I’m rather decent at poker, if that will help us any. So, who’s recruiting?

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[And this is why Hyperion exists. For all the bad ideas.]

I know... go fish?

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[Bad ideas are Eames' favorite, usually. Throw in a little bit of gambling and you have him hook, line, and sinker.]

That's a start.

[His words are mild, his gaze thoughtful.]

Not a lot of card games where you're from?

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Shit man, no, there's tons. Just never really played 'em, 'cause usually you need cash. And I ain't got no cash.

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We could play for peanuts or favors instead, once you get the hang of it.

[Oh and right.]

Security has a few spare decks we can borrow. Are you eager to learn?

[nightblogs]

Peanuts?

[His voice trails off, like he's thinking about it. The more he thinks, the more he likes it.]

Yeah. We could play for peanuts. Count me in, bro. You can be my card game zen master.

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If this ship has them.

[He'll chuckle at the thought of being a zen master, shaking his head slightly.]

I'll have to see if you're worthy of learning my tricks, but I don't mind teaching you the basics.

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Hey. What do I gotta do to be worth of learning some tricks?

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Good enough to start beating me at poker and a loyal student. I can't have you teaching the tricks I show you to just anyone.

[He's joking, mostly.]

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Who, me? Nah, man. I'm loyal to the core. [he'll even fistbump his chest and produce a peace sign.] Represent.

[Is he being serious, or just an idiot? Who knows.]

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[Eames hopes he's serious, but it's a great display regardless.]

We could do a trial run, then. What's your name?

[nightblogs]

Hyperion. Hyppo if you're nasty.

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[Okay you're winning him over. He's trying hard not to laugh.]

Hyperion it's a pleasure. Let's keep our student-teacher relationship professional, shall we?

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Fine, fine. Hyperion it is. You?

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Eames will do for now. I'll let you know when I have a deck of cards in my possession.

[And then as if remembering.]

There is a way to contact people without bothering the whole network, right?

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Oh, yeah. Just punch in my number, bro. I'm 026, 069.

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[Oh that's what those numbers were.]

Fantastic. I'll be sure to keep in touch. Just in case, 034 » 145. I'm sure on this ship you can never be too careful.