[ This time, there are no nightmares and no screaming, no malfunctioning PORTAL broadcasting something to an unintended audience. Instead, it's just Ariadne giving everyone a slight smile from beneath her red mask, looking a bit sheepish. ]Hi everyone. I know it's been a few days, but I wanted to make sure everyone was doing all right after this ( Read more... )

( cut for imagined insects/snakes, improper use of pesticides, and all-around freaking out )

[After spending quite some time sifting through the network, investigating as thoroughly as he can and puzzling over the results, Arthur so far has only one thing to ask the Promenadian public.]

What kind of a name for a city is Promenade?

[filtered to Ariadne and Eames]Ariadne, Eames. I can see you're both here already, so would one of you mind ( Read more... )

That is one experience I'd prefer never to have again. I trust you've all recovered, or you are the road to. If I can help in any way, I'd like to know.

For those of you that are new to the city, welcome to Promenade.

[ Charles rubs his forehead. Thankfully his vision has returned. ]Now that things have settled down to some reasonable level, ( Read more... )

[ The audio clicks on with the sound of a large whap. Arya stumbles back and hits the ground, the PORTAL rolling out from under her belt. ]

Watch where you're walking, kid.

You were the one who wouldn't move! I asked!

Not loud enough. Respect your elders, kid. You should ask before shoving your way--

[ Arya cuts him off. ] I didn't ask to come ( Read more... )

[ It isn't the sensation of waking up that startles her, though part of her thinks "didn't I just do this?" No, it's the fact that she's soaking wet, sand still clutching to the wet fabric of her jeans as she sits up in bed, shivering. Didn't she just wake up on a beach in Limbo with Cobb? Did something happen? ]

Cobb?

[ She isn't wearing her ( Read more... )

[ The PORTAL feed clicks on at an... odd angle, to say the least. It's obvious that the device is on the floor, and there's a young man, mid-twenties at the most, in the periphery of its shot. He's on his hands and knees, trying to feel out along the floor. Whatever pieces of his face are visible, a furrowed brow is most noticeable. ]

Come on, Abe ( Read more... )

Okay, people of Promenade. What exactly is this bullshit regarding the "Place of Solace?" Does it even really exist? Or have I just been wasting my time looking for it ( Read more... )

[Though his memory of the past week is fuzzy, only compounded by the pain and wooziness still lingering from his revival, Dobryn remembers enough to know that he needs to be wary of exposing his face or voice over the network. Still, he cannot keep from issuing a single question-]

Are such horrors a regular occurrence here, or was this a special ( Read more... )