An Arrival
Characters: Arthur (dreamplanner) and You!
When: Tuesday, December 20th, Early Afternoon
Where: City Center
Rating: PG so far (will edit if it changes)
Summary: Arthur arrives...and tries to understand where he's found himself.
He was crouching on a sidewalk, a cold breeze making his eyes smart. The quick moment of disorientation that accompanied the beginning of a dreamstate hit him - he hadn't been here a moment before, and he had no recollection of how he had arrived here - but after a moment his mind calmed, finding in this a comfortable familiarity. He had awakened in stranger situations, and he did not seem to be in any imminent danger, either from the place in which he found himself, or from hostile projections.
He straightened, sliding his hands into his back pockets as he looked around him, taking in the landscape. Whoever was the dreamer of this dream - or the subject (or the architect, for that matter) - clearly had some serious issues. This place was crumbling around him, a lonely decay tempered only by a few signs of life here and there, and isolated sounds of motion. It looked, well, post-apocalyptic, and he couldn't imagine who would think a dream such as that would be ideal for extraction. Or inception. Or, really, any sort of dream-sharing.
Straining his mind, he sought to remember what had happened before he arrived. He had been back in Atlanta for almost a week since the end of the Fischer case, that he remembered. Home, in his apartment, with no company that he could remember, waiting for a call from Dom that now might never come. He didn't know how having his children back would affect his partner, but he hoped that it didn't mean the end of dream-sharing - Arthur needed that experience more than he was willing to admit. He loved it - and while from an outside perspective he perhaps did not have the most exciting job on the team, it gave him a profound satisfaction and he loved it beyond reason.
But, back to the present, Arthur could not remember anything that explained how he had arrived here. He had been alone in his apartment, and as far as he could remember, he had been eating chinese take-out on his couch while watching some mindless game show. He couldn't remember touching the device, or even being in the same room.
What, then...?
It wasn't in Arthur's nature to panic, but he worried his bottom lip as he looked around him, furrowing his brow. It was strange, that's what it was.
He took a few steps forward, looking around him in the hopes of finding a projection from whom he could extract information on where he was, and whose dream this was. And when he had acquired that information - well, he would go from there.
When: Tuesday, December 20th, Early Afternoon
Where: City Center
Rating: PG so far (will edit if it changes)
Summary: Arthur arrives...and tries to understand where he's found himself.
He was crouching on a sidewalk, a cold breeze making his eyes smart. The quick moment of disorientation that accompanied the beginning of a dreamstate hit him - he hadn't been here a moment before, and he had no recollection of how he had arrived here - but after a moment his mind calmed, finding in this a comfortable familiarity. He had awakened in stranger situations, and he did not seem to be in any imminent danger, either from the place in which he found himself, or from hostile projections.
He straightened, sliding his hands into his back pockets as he looked around him, taking in the landscape. Whoever was the dreamer of this dream - or the subject (or the architect, for that matter) - clearly had some serious issues. This place was crumbling around him, a lonely decay tempered only by a few signs of life here and there, and isolated sounds of motion. It looked, well, post-apocalyptic, and he couldn't imagine who would think a dream such as that would be ideal for extraction. Or inception. Or, really, any sort of dream-sharing.
Straining his mind, he sought to remember what had happened before he arrived. He had been back in Atlanta for almost a week since the end of the Fischer case, that he remembered. Home, in his apartment, with no company that he could remember, waiting for a call from Dom that now might never come. He didn't know how having his children back would affect his partner, but he hoped that it didn't mean the end of dream-sharing - Arthur needed that experience more than he was willing to admit. He loved it - and while from an outside perspective he perhaps did not have the most exciting job on the team, it gave him a profound satisfaction and he loved it beyond reason.
But, back to the present, Arthur could not remember anything that explained how he had arrived here. He had been alone in his apartment, and as far as he could remember, he had been eating chinese take-out on his couch while watching some mindless game show. He couldn't remember touching the device, or even being in the same room.
What, then...?
It wasn't in Arthur's nature to panic, but he worried his bottom lip as he looked around him, furrowing his brow. It was strange, that's what it was.
He took a few steps forward, looking around him in the hopes of finding a projection from whom he could extract information on where he was, and whose dream this was. And when he had acquired that information - well, he would go from there.