[open] dreams feel real when you're in them
WHO: dreamesing , Open to all.
WHAT: Arrival time! Eames has no reason to write in a journal, so lets have him run into Keep occupants :3
WHERE: First floor barracks and beyond.
WHEN: Presently.
He had to hand it to Robert Fischer's subconscious, it could certainly be creative.
Eames had woken up in a small cell, dressed in the clothes he'd been wearing on the plane. He had rather expected to wake up on the plane, because it was about time for their wake-up kick (and he was sure they were going to wake up to Cobb and Saito drooling on their seats) but apparently not. No, he'd woken up in a strange place, and thought, well, that's rather vexing isn't it. Because what else could it be but him still being stuck in Fischer's head?
He'd grabbed the key from the side table and, on second thought, also grabbed the little notebook and quill (flipping through it quickly, he saw it was full of text - he'd have to examine that ) and headed out of the door - into what appeared to be a stone hallway.
He raised his eyebrows. Interesting decor - he wondered what this was supposed to symbolize for Fischer, or maybe this was someone elses head - Arthur's, perhaps?
Speaking of the rest of the team, he should look for them. He looked left and right and arbitrarily decided on right, and turned that way.
WHAT: Arrival time! Eames has no reason to write in a journal, so lets have him run into Keep occupants :3
WHERE: First floor barracks and beyond.
WHEN: Presently.
He had to hand it to Robert Fischer's subconscious, it could certainly be creative.
Eames had woken up in a small cell, dressed in the clothes he'd been wearing on the plane. He had rather expected to wake up on the plane, because it was about time for their wake-up kick (and he was sure they were going to wake up to Cobb and Saito drooling on their seats) but apparently not. No, he'd woken up in a strange place, and thought, well, that's rather vexing isn't it. Because what else could it be but him still being stuck in Fischer's head?
He'd grabbed the key from the side table and, on second thought, also grabbed the little notebook and quill (flipping through it quickly, he saw it was full of text - he'd have to examine that ) and headed out of the door - into what appeared to be a stone hallway.
He raised his eyebrows. Interesting decor - he wondered what this was supposed to symbolize for Fischer, or maybe this was someone elses head - Arthur's, perhaps?
Speaking of the rest of the team, he should look for them. He looked left and right and arbitrarily decided on right, and turned that way.