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paradoxlol) wrote2011-03-05 10:46 pm
paradoxlol) wrote2011-03-05 10:46 pm
.026 | Spam/Voice.
[OPEN SPAM]
[Continued from what will be the end of this thread. For once, Arthur was at a loss. After his talk with Angelica, he felt frozen in place for a minute, before turning on his heel, jaw set-- clenched-- as he strode purposefully away. Truth be told, he had no idea what the fuck he was going to do. He just stalked the corridors of the Barge restlessly, body taut with tension, eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring a little as he took sharp breaths in and out. He wanted to punch something, scream, mow down a room full of projections, but he couldn't. He couldn't. That would be losing control.]
[VOICE; later]
[Arthur's words are a little slurred. It's unusual for him to do any Dear Diary entries on the network, share what he's feeling, any of that, but tonight's a special occasion. His perception's been unexpectedly turned on its head, and he's lost control just long enough for this.]
You think... you think you know someone. In and out. Like... you've been inside them. Seen them at their most vulnerable. But you can crawl into a person and never know... what they're capable...
[There's a long silence, then he continues.]
How do we construct our realities? They're... they're memories. Experiences. We take them... and we build our worlds. None of us really inhabit the same one. I mean... What I see, when I look at my family, my friends, colleagues, strangers I pass on the street... it's not what anybody else would see. People carry these complex... internal lives, but to us, the... the "main characters" of our perception, they're just... [PROJECTIONS.] roles to be filled, that we put them in based on what we know-- our memories, the images they project, the reality they put together to share with us...
You see, it's all very precarious. Reality. And a fundamental omission, once uncovered, it... [He chokes, then lets out a frustrated snarl after a beat.] Knocks the whole fucking house of cards down.
[CLICK.]
[OOC: Backdated to this post and the Very Bad Things with Mal. He now knows that Cobb incepted Mal and never told him, and he's torn between his loyalty to Cobb and his feelings of friendship with Mal.
FOR THE SPAM, consider it like a mini-day in the life thing. I don't mind multiple threads, but would prefer nothing like, VIOLENT OR EARTH SHATTERING, as he has to go and get drunk alone like a sad man afterwards.
As for the content of the voice post, if you're one of the SMALL HANDFUL OF PEOPLE who knows about dream sharing/extraction, you can read the double meaning in Arthur's post. Otherwise, uh, please don't suddenly "catch on" to that stuff, because there's no reason to.]
[Continued from what will be the end of this thread. For once, Arthur was at a loss. After his talk with Angelica, he felt frozen in place for a minute, before turning on his heel, jaw set-- clenched-- as he strode purposefully away. Truth be told, he had no idea what the fuck he was going to do. He just stalked the corridors of the Barge restlessly, body taut with tension, eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring a little as he took sharp breaths in and out. He wanted to punch something, scream, mow down a room full of projections, but he couldn't. He couldn't. That would be losing control.]
[VOICE; later]
[Arthur's words are a little slurred. It's unusual for him to do any Dear Diary entries on the network, share what he's feeling, any of that, but tonight's a special occasion. His perception's been unexpectedly turned on its head, and he's lost control just long enough for this.]
You think... you think you know someone. In and out. Like... you've been inside them. Seen them at their most vulnerable. But you can crawl into a person and never know... what they're capable...
[There's a long silence, then he continues.]
How do we construct our realities? They're... they're memories. Experiences. We take them... and we build our worlds. None of us really inhabit the same one. I mean... What I see, when I look at my family, my friends, colleagues, strangers I pass on the street... it's not what anybody else would see. People carry these complex... internal lives, but to us, the... the "main characters" of our perception, they're just... [PROJECTIONS.] roles to be filled, that we put them in based on what we know-- our memories, the images they project, the reality they put together to share with us...
You see, it's all very precarious. Reality. And a fundamental omission, once uncovered, it... [He chokes, then lets out a frustrated snarl after a beat.] Knocks the whole fucking house of cards down.
[CLICK.]
[OOC: Backdated to this post and the Very Bad Things with Mal. He now knows that Cobb incepted Mal and never told him, and he's torn between his loyalty to Cobb and his feelings of friendship with Mal.
FOR THE SPAM, consider it like a mini-day in the life thing. I don't mind multiple threads, but would prefer nothing like, VIOLENT OR EARTH SHATTERING, as he has to go and get drunk alone like a sad man afterwards.
As for the content of the voice post, if you're one of the SMALL HANDFUL OF PEOPLE who knows about dream sharing/extraction, you can read the double meaning in Arthur's post. Otherwise, uh, please don't suddenly "catch on" to that stuff, because there's no reason to.]
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[SORRY ARTHUR, he'll stop being pissed at some point. :|]
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Because she wouldn't, not the Mal I knew! She was never a danger to anyone but herself, and after her last experience with the Death Toll didn't get her what she wanted? There was no reason to suspect she'd suddenly go after him. [Frustrated:] I warned her about Barge doubles, and I told her to stay away from him!
[Enjoy, this is the only time Arthur will ever lose his cool!]
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Never a danger to anyone but herself, huh? That's definitely not what Ariadne said.
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She said she'd met her in a dream, and that she was dangerous. Now, why the hell would she not warn me or Costigan himself if she knew that she'd have reason to harm him?
[Not that he really expects him to have an answer, but. This has been weighing on his mind pretty heavily lately.]
Private
Met her in a dream? When did she tell you this, and what exactly did she say?
[There's a pause as Arthur rubs his temple, thinking of WTF HE CAN DO TO SALVAGE THIS SITUATION, and wondering why the hell Ariadne even talked about this to some guy.]
Ariadne never met Mal. The woman here, on the Barge? She died before Ariadne ever entered the picture. Mal doesn't know her, and if you tell her-- [He takes a frustrated pause, then continues.] If you talk to Mal and tell her any of this, repeat whatever it was Ariadne told you, it could be an even bigger goddamn disaster.
I don't know what she told you, but I have no idea what was going through Ariadne's head while she was here.
Private
She told me about knowing Mal, you and Eames and explained about "dream sharing" after the Aztecs tried taking over the Barge. She said Cobb had a "projection" of Mal in his head after she died, and she was dangerous, but that dream sharing itself isn't unless you're under heavy sedation. A couple weeks ago, she told me about being here for Cobb because he got stuck in "limbo" after doing this with heavier sedation then usual, and that if you die in a dream, you usually wake up.
She told me to keep it a secret because everyone knowing about it could endanger your work here, and I have. I assumed she would have told you I knew. [Since he, Tim and Steph generally kept each other in the loop about who knew what about them. The idea that Ariadne wouldn't have told Arthur he knew was practically unfathomable.]
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[Oh, cool, so Ariadne told a dude who was practically a stranger... just about everything. Awesome. And here Arthur thought he could actually trust her after working with her for a few months.]
She told you about the technology. About Limbo. About what happened to my friends-- [He takes a seething breath, then lets out a sharp laugh.]
Oh, yeah, endanger me. That's what she was concerned about. That's why she told you about everything right after she met you, then kept me in the dark. Who else did she tell? Do you know?
[Oh no, Arthur's bitterness is starting to distract him now. Still, on the heels of the Cobb and Mal bombshell... this is almost too much. He was sloppy for ever trusting her.]
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I'm sorry. I don't know who else she told, I don't know why she told me, and if I'd known you didn't know, I would have said something earlier.
Why the hell wouldn't she have told you?
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I'm sorry, this isn't the time or place to talk about her. What matters right now is Costigan and Mal. I don't know... how to convince her he's not Cobb. I tried reasoning with her, and she seemed to accept it. She's very good at convincing people she's... well.
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Does Costigan even want to see her again?
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He said he wasn't angry with her, and he called her a friend when I asked how they knew each other, but honestly? If she's going to spend the entire time hanging out with him thinking he's Cobb or thinking about Cobb and leading him on to think she cares about him? I don't want her around him, even if she isn't going to try a stunt like this again.
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I'm sorry about all this. Really.
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Take care of yourself, all right? [Depression + Hangovers are a dangerous mix, Arthur. :|]