Which Way is Up? (Arrival, OTA)
--three, two, one.
He had felt the gravity sink into his bones, pulling him upwards, forwards and hurtling towards the ceiling along with the rest of the bodies placed in the compartment. Pain, pain was in the mind and had spread through the network of nerves that still connected this body with his real self on the surface. The heat of the explosion could be felt once his face had connected with the panels, it all felt very real, alive. The fading chords of Edith Piaf was the last thing ringing in his ears until impact finally overwhelmed all of his senses.
Arthur had been mentally prepared for the transition to last layer they needed to wake up from. Possibly underwater, a stark contrast from a crashing elevator in an atmosphere with no gravity, that is, if Yusuf had operated everything according to what was planned.
But...this wasn't underwater. Nor was this the airplane that they had all started from.
The texture against his face was soft, damp, but nowhere as much as underwater should be. What happened? Did Yusuf take a wrong turn? Did the projections finally catch up? Were they a level under again?
"Damn it," he hissed softly, his muscles aching as Arthur fought to sat up, hands already sliding to where his gun had been but was...not anymore. Shit. Eyes opened slowly, blink after blink, until a clearer picture swam into vision. It was text, it wasn't a person. Sitting up, Arthur leaned forward a bit, for once not worried about what it was that was staining his clothes, focusing on the words sharpening before his eyes.
REST IN PEACE.
Disbelief. Pure disbelief was all that he was feeling right now as there was nothing in the blueprints that had a cemetery planned.
Whose dream was this now?
He had felt the gravity sink into his bones, pulling him upwards, forwards and hurtling towards the ceiling along with the rest of the bodies placed in the compartment. Pain, pain was in the mind and had spread through the network of nerves that still connected this body with his real self on the surface. The heat of the explosion could be felt once his face had connected with the panels, it all felt very real, alive. The fading chords of Edith Piaf was the last thing ringing in his ears until impact finally overwhelmed all of his senses.
Arthur had been mentally prepared for the transition to last layer they needed to wake up from. Possibly underwater, a stark contrast from a crashing elevator in an atmosphere with no gravity, that is, if Yusuf had operated everything according to what was planned.
But...this wasn't underwater. Nor was this the airplane that they had all started from.
The texture against his face was soft, damp, but nowhere as much as underwater should be. What happened? Did Yusuf take a wrong turn? Did the projections finally catch up? Were they a level under again?
"Damn it," he hissed softly, his muscles aching as Arthur fought to sat up, hands already sliding to where his gun had been but was...not anymore. Shit. Eyes opened slowly, blink after blink, until a clearer picture swam into vision. It was text, it wasn't a person. Sitting up, Arthur leaned forward a bit, for once not worried about what it was that was staining his clothes, focusing on the words sharpening before his eyes.
REST IN PEACE.
Disbelief. Pure disbelief was all that he was feeling right now as there was nothing in the blueprints that had a cemetery planned.
Whose dream was this now?