[So far? So good. It's his third turn and nothing bad's happened to him yet. Even if his heart stops every time his name (ugh, his name. There goes his shot at a false identity,) comes up, this time with a five and Eames practically holds his breath while he counts the spaces ahead to prepare himself.]

[Lucky him! It's a clover! Eames strides over five spaces and what he gets is... A bandage. He stares at it for a while, holding it in his hands, and then looks at his. What even are they? Opponent? Teammate? Partner in punishment? Whatever they are, he turns and gestures with the roll to show them and raises an eyebrow.]

Feels like a hint about what's to come, huh?

[Literally pick an emoji and I'll see what I can come up with for you (winky face)(eggplant)(knife)]

[Or you be the emoji! Or we can both be the emojis together.]