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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.]
[private] ..and then my internet rebelled.
[private]
[private]
What did she tell him?
[private]
[ARGH whatever, moving on.]
Not everything, far as I can tell. But she told him about dream sharing, how we do it, Limbo, Cobb and Mal [Practically gritting that part out. He's most frustrated over the fact that she needlessly dragged Mal's name into this.]. And she mentioned you and me by name, associated with the work, just a few days after the Aztec incident. I don't think he's caught on to the nature of the what we do, but I don't like this.
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[. . . . . . >:|]
That's it, then? She just told him about everything short of the actual work? [...] I suppose he might have found it charming. Bloody hell. How did you find out he knows?
I don't know much of the Mal situation myself and I'd prefer to keep it that way. Any idea how much Saito knows?
[private]
Basically, and days after she met him, too. I only know because Dick told me-- because he thought we were all on the same page as her.
Saito? He either doesn't know my associates, or he's keeping quiet about it. Either way, he's asking questions. [AND ARTHUR'S NOT ANSWERING.]
[private]
Splendid. What do you propose we do?
Good. He's already threatened to expose myself once. It's only a matter of time until he finds an offer worth spilling our secrets for. Be ready for it.