video • 001 • trouble in the industrial district
[Ariadne clearly isn't sure why it's snowing when the camera opens up on her pretty face. It's pretty obvious, just from the buildings around her, that she's in the Industrial District.]
So I've been here a little while now. Almost two weeks. Depending on the sedative and the level of the dream, I might have been here twenty minutes, a few days, or actually two weeks.
[she rounds a corner of a still-demolished building, eyes flickering to one side as she passes a particularly sketchy looking group.]
I guess I won't know until I wake up.
[she trails off then, pausing as someone grabs her by the arm; by the frown that suddenly furrows her brow and the spontaneous shift of the camera's view to just over her shoulder, it's clear that she was taken off guard. The person is heard, their voice muffled, to be interrogating her, though the exact questions are unknown. When the camera shifts again, suddenly dropping from her hand to clatter across the ground. Ariadne is then seen to be struggling within the grasp of the Somarium native, looking actually fairly worried.]
Someone! [her voice is oddly panicked, considering her usual calm demeanour; it seems like the more she struggles, the more the person seems eager to hurt her. Her next shriek for help is cut off as she kicks the Dreamberry, inadvertently turning it off.]
So I've been here a little while now. Almost two weeks. Depending on the sedative and the level of the dream, I might have been here twenty minutes, a few days, or actually two weeks.
[she rounds a corner of a still-demolished building, eyes flickering to one side as she passes a particularly sketchy looking group.]
I guess I won't know until I wake up.
[she trails off then, pausing as someone grabs her by the arm; by the frown that suddenly furrows her brow and the spontaneous shift of the camera's view to just over her shoulder, it's clear that she was taken off guard. The person is heard, their voice muffled, to be interrogating her, though the exact questions are unknown. When the camera shifts again, suddenly dropping from her hand to clatter across the ground. Ariadne is then seen to be struggling within the grasp of the Somarium native, looking actually fairly worried.]
Someone! [her voice is oddly panicked, considering her usual calm demeanour; it seems like the more she struggles, the more the person seems eager to hurt her. Her next shriek for help is cut off as she kicks the Dreamberry, inadvertently turning it off.]