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They had planned on going out for coffee in the morning – giving them time to just talk - but now with things the way they were, she honestly didn't know if that was still the plan. The idea that the projections could just react the way that that one did last night, had left her more shaken then she would have honestly liked to admit and in turn, only left her more sleepless then she was before the series of texts and events.

So instead of staring out the window, waiting for yet another projection to attack, she found herself in the kitchen, quietly humming a french tune (god, she wished it was the actual kick), attempting to busy herself by making them muffins - or something that might resemble a muffin. Which in all honesty, was a feat in itself, as Ariadne just didn't bake - the state of the kitchen (it looked like a bomb went off) was actually proof enough of that fact. But that didn't matter, as it kept her busy for most of the night and into the early morning. Which in turn, allowed Arthur to do what he needed to do without her constant nagging for some type of understanding, just knowing they would finally have a chance to talk when the time was right.

imperial_long

"Good afternoon, Taxon..."

Long is seated on the little balcony of his hotel room, relaxed in a wicker chair, a cup of tea in one hand despite the warm weather.

"To those of you whose acquaintance I haven't personally yet made, permit me to introduce myself; my name is Mayland Long. In a sense I have communicated with everyone here to the extent that if you have read the newcomer's guide that seems to appear now on the tablets, you have read my work.

"I am always accepting suggestions from newcomers as to what else to include in this guide, since what the freshly-arrived soul would find useful information is not always apparent to someone who has been here longer, as I and others have.

"That aside. Periodically I make the offer to teach languages, if any are interested in broadening their horizons while hear. Conversely, if anyone is fluent in any non-Earth tongues, I would be interested in speaking with you if you are willing.

"Before our little jaunt to the tropical island, Miss Azkadellia and I had been discussing the possibility of embarking on Latin. Should any wish to join us for this linguistic odyssey, please, do let me know. Tea will also be featured.

"Good day."

panicswitched

You know what really sucks? Suddenly finding out you're the only one left. Looks like Tesla, James - Dr. Watson - and James' girlfriend Jenna are all gone now. Guess they're back at home. Good for them.

Except she knows what that means for James. So, she'll just be taking the day to work out in the Sanctuary until she's practically blue in the face. If that's even possible for her anymore.

angry_salad

The usual time for Arthur--late at night (or early in the morning, depending), a series of texts get rounded off:

[Everyone]
This city likes to throw a lot of stuff at you. I can't be the only one that thinks this is too quiet. Calm before the storm?

A second text:

[Everyone]
Addendum: recreational activity. List.

And a third:
[Everyone]
Debating self-defense courses. Interested parties for learning?

[Filtered to Madelyne Pryor]
If you need a place to crash, you're welcome to stay, since I don't have an address to send you flowers.

[Filtered to Ashley Magnus]
Still want that nightmare help?

And for the last one--Arthur's unsure if Ariadne is even awake in their house, so the text is as follows:

[Filtered to Ariadne]
Coffee in the morning. My treat.

build

She isn't sure on the exact moment that she woke, or even the moment that she reached for the device looking for some form of answer. But when she did reach for the device, quickly flipping it on to the video feed, she was looking more confused (and possibly scared) then anything.

"Hello?" She says almost cautiously, letting her brow furrow into a deep thought, as she quietly attempts to find her next few words, all while continuing to try and make sense of this sudden loss of time she was now experiencing.

"Does anyone know what day it is?" She asks with a clear confusion in her tone, hoping to gain some type of understanding to things. It's clear she doesn't know what the answer should be right then, as she can't help but look slightly more lost then anything, turning her attention towards the plant (that she could have sworn she just potted) that now clearly looked in serious need of some watering just off to the right of her.

A long pause, and she is looking back into the feed, adding for some clarification: "I mean, I remember doing something and then suddenly..." She stops then, looking briefly back over towards the plant again. "What just happened?"

Because clearly something had to have happened and if this was one of those glitches she had heard about, she just wants to make sense of it all.

sourcebloodaughter

The tablets click on in the middle of the night, when Ashley is sound asleep. There's no real light shining into her top bunk space so there's not much to see aside from darkness, but the sounds of a struggle can definitely be heard. It's not enough for her to be yelling, and really she's not making any vocal noises, but she's clearly shifting against the sheets. Violently.

In her dream world, she's reliving some of the worst memories of her life, being trapped and genetically engineered. She can clearly see that tank where she spent six weeks of her life, the scientist on the other side injecting something into the water, the table where she lay for so long-

Ashley awakens with a loud cry, flinging her arms everywhere to get the feeling of being trapped away and knocking her tablet off its stand. It crashes to the floor - the far down, first "story" floor - and turns off. Ashley takes a little longer to gather herself before she climbs down to retrieve it and send one very heavily locked text to a few people she knows can help with this.

locked to DG, Buffy, Nikola, and Briar.

Hey. I need to talk to you. It's important. Sooner rather than later on this one.

/lock

Knowing full well they likely wouldn't reply until the morning, she grabs her weapons, tucking her tablet into her pocket, and decides to go hunting for something to knock the terrible Cabal taste out of her mouth. Maybe this place had a shooting range or something she could make use of.

drowning_dog

--and there's trees. I know you're a fucking California boy through and through, but you gotta remember trees. They had them in old Cali. I just--if we're not gonna be on wheels, I'd be comfy here.

[Hologhoul will give a little wave at the surroundings here--one of the less built-up areas of the Wilde district. He doesn't realize the feed is on, but excuse the new boy. He is, as of yet, unaware of exactly how treacherous the damn electronics can be, and at least this peek into his private life is rather mundane. Fading in and out of the feed is Party Poison, you may know him. Not clearly evident from immediate impressions is that they've been doing this for a few days. Home hunting. It is, apparently, not going well.

[Ghoul stops to turn and look up at some building, some structure, hands loosely in his pockets. A heavy sigh.] It's just pretty out here. Not too alienated but--fuck Central, man, I ain't tryin' t'hear that. The tram's near enough enough. And there's a lake, dude! A fucking lake! I couldn't hardly remember water until--well.

Look, I'm just saying this-- [One hand waves up at the building he's seeing.] --it's--I mean, I think it's...perfect.

[And about here, he picks up on the tiny echo of his voice coming from Party's phone. Ghoul scowls, digging his own tablet out of his pocket.] ...fucker. Welp. [ B| ] Uh. Nevermind, I guess.

[OOC: WHOA trying to find a house so they can stop sleeping in the car. ; __ ; Obviously, Kat's going on hiatus, so Party won't TECHNICALLY be around, but any type of response to Ghoul is awesome--even if you wanted to do ACTION and presume Monsieur Poison has taken a detour to make his own investigations. BLAH BLAH ETC everything is welcome.]

angry_salad

Hello, Taxon. When Arthur texts everyone it's actually at a reasonable hour--it's rare, but Arthur occasionally realizes other people sleep.

Bad start. Feel free to come to [x location] in Shelley for a sense of community.

Except not five minutes after the text gets sent out that Arthur turns on his tablet, looking semi-sleepy. He's got a little scruff and his hair isn't slicked back because of how busy he is, and for once in his life he's wearing a T-shirt. It's paint splattered, but it's there.

"Yes you do," comes Ariadne's voice in the background, and Arthur clenches his jaw for a brief moment, eyebrows raising, waiting for her to say something else. She doesn't, so he finally addresses the network:

"Hey. This is Arthur, obviously--apparently Ariadne and I have gotten off the wrong start with you," He glances off-screen, looking at the other girl. It's a brief, almost telepathic moment before he rubs his hands together and leans in again.

"We found a place in Shelley, the narrow blue and white house I've given you coordinates to. We're in the middle of fixing it up, painting, stuff like that, so if you want to stop by and say hi or even pick up a brush or two, feel free."

A brief pause:

"It goes without saying, but beer is provided."

build

Quietly perched on a bench located not far from the Sanctuary, Ariadne sat, her brow furrowing in thought as her attention moves between the tablet in front of her and the Sanctuary itself. Only to finally turn her attention fully onto the tablet, addressing anyone that happens to be listening.

"Does this sort of thing happen all the time?" She asks, clearly sounding more curious then anything as she lets out a deep sigh, quickly adding for clarification: "The Witch or whatever that is? Do these things happen often here, or was this just something completely new?" Because really, if not, this is one messed up dream she now seems to be in and she has no idea how to even wrap her head around it.

She pauses then, her nose crinkling slightly as one of her hands unconsciously starts rubbing at the back of her neck, quickly working out her next few thoughts she wants to get out.

"Obviously I'm new here and of course there is still a lot that I need to understand. So I'm hoping some of you are willing to help me with a few things? Such as living arrangements, places of interests, common rules we should be aware of -- things like that."

A beat, and she is adding with a clear curiosity to her. "I'm mostly curious if anyone has attempted to find a way home yet though?" She stresses home more then anything there, as this is in no way her home and she can only assume people (if they weren't projections that is) would feel that way as well. "And if not, why haven't you?"

ooc: feel free to have this action as well,
assuming she is in a public place, visitors watching the message are bound to appear, right?
Pretty much just let her pick at your characters brains for some answers.

angry_salad

[ The video flickers on and--yeah. It's definitely not a purposeful broadcast, because the tablet's at an odd angle and partially obscured by what looks like a clear red four-sided die. There's a large easel with a whiteboard set on it, Arthur's neat and careful handwriting evident:

REALITY VS DREAM TOTEM tampered EXTRAS - projections??? PRISONERS - shades? limbo? SUB TRAINING BRACELET - ???? SUICIDE DEATH?]

NONE of this-- [ Arthur steps into view from pacing--he's a few short moments from flinging the dry eraser at something, too. ] --Makes a single amount of sense. Because of the totem possibility the only source of certainty we have is gone. [ He's thinking out loud, more than anything, but Ariadne's in the corner, slightly off-screen. ] I honestly don't even know what to say right now.

( ...And I will lead them on a merry chase )

drowning_dog

His first thought, blooming in the back of his mind as he pushes out his first breath of stale air, goes to the Retinal Resorts. Some matrix bullshit, hypnosis. Something. Fun Ghoul stands on the raised platform, perfectly still aside from the involuntarily twitch of his fingers as they hang at his sides. It's so cold. It's a long few minutes of stillness as he listens and looks.

Finally, his hand twitches up to thumb the gun in his double-breasted holster. In an environment like this, he can't believe his hosts let him keep his--

"Fuck." The familiar hum of building charge--there's nothing there. The gun is dead. Fun Ghoul's gaze snaps back over his shoulder. It scrapes around the round room, almost sharp enough to squeal against the metal walls. His gun hand drops, and he absently tugs at the bracelet they locked around his wrist. His lips purse, and he whistles a few loud, clear bars of a classic song--normally a signal to his friends, but just here it's a comfort noise, something to soothe his nerves. They're on fire.

The tablet. His heart jolts in his chest when his attention settles on it. Monitoring. "Shit." The steps toward it are clipped, body cable tense till he gets his hands on it to turn it around--

But before he actually turns it, before he can figure out how to disable this nasty little motherfuck, the door opens and there's light. It doesn't take too long to figure out that he needs to device to keep the door open, so he finally just grabs it, keeping it painfully tight in his palm. The sun. The sun. The sun.

There isn't any sun. More dead lights down clean hallways. Maybe he's home after all--or at least maybe here is somewhere unfortunately similar. Fun Ghoul's steps out of the arrival room are slow, deliberate, paced to a raise of his hands in surrender. Who is watching? "Don't fire." He hollers down the corridor for anyone (anything) detaining him, watching him.

"I'm a friend."

build

She sure didn't expect this to happen after she took that leap off the building. She had actually hoped (or more expected) she would have woken up in another layer (which one, she honestly didn't care). So when she woke here (in some place she clearly hadn't designed) her eyes went wide, as all the air suddenly left her chest. Which in turn, left her with a fear like no other.

This can't be limbo, can it?

"Hello." She called out almost hesitantly. Her voice clearly tinged with a panic that something such as this would allow. "Cobb?" He had to be here – he would know what is going on – he would help get her out of this. But a moment later and there was no sign of anyone - not Arthur, not Eames, not even Mal.

It only takes a moment of quickly deliberation on her part and she was jumping off the platform, letting her eyes quickly scan over the entire area as she slowly started circling it.

Yeah, this wasn't something she would have designed – it was almost sci-fi.

"Okay." She says sounding slightly, as she is then taking notice of the pedestal and what appears to be an item placed on it. What the heck kind of dream is this?

Her curiosity clearly gets the better of her then, as she is quickly moving towards it. Only to let her hands lightly brush over the device, almost as if she is waiting for something to happen to it as she does. A moment later (after nothing appears to happen) she is picking up the device, fumbling with the buttons as she does.

"Directions. That would be nice." She mumbles clearly frustrated over it all, as her thumbs continue fumbling with it all the while. Not even remotely aware she may be being watched by all those currently on the network.

"Hello?" She finally says, letting a ting of hope show in her tone as she does. She knew she was taking a shot in the dark by asking for help here. But it’s clear, she has no idea just who or what was behind this and she could really use some guidance right about now.

"Can someone help me here?"

And wake me up.

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Entries tagged with { ariadne

004: you've got a friend in me | Location: chez dream team | for Arthur

[Visual]

text; | location: Taxon Sanctuary

5th dream layer | text | How do you translate a business strategy into an emotion?

003: visual | location: chez dream team | i just want to understand

[accidental visual | text | location: all over taxon]

[ 002: accidental holo | location: wilde ]

4th dream layer | text -> visual -> location: chez dream team | it's just pure creation

002 | video | i just want to understand

3rd dream layer | accidental video | the point man and the architect

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