hmm, this island is very suspicious.

[merrilychased]

Who: merrilychased, oneminutemaze, and shifts
What: A conference by the docks.
Where: ... By the docks.
When: day, following these threads
Warnings: none so far

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[shifts]

[ Limbo can have just as many projections as the subconscious thusly permits - but the thing that separates Eames in this line of thinking is that he knows, for certain, that the job was completed. There is no viable reason for him to still be dreaming with the other two - and while he assured Ariadne in a backwards notion that he considered her quite real, it is still only a passing label, like real enough. The entire reason he let her into his flat at all was both to use her for the notes she provided and take her on for direct observance, much like what this meeting with Arthur is about - either it's worth the pursuit or can be written off otherwise

[oneminutemaze]

[ Unlike the two men, Ariadne was positively anxious to get going and get to the docks for this meeting. When she met with Eames, she hadn't been expecting Arthur to show up, and the locked message popping up in her PORTAL had made her nearly choke on a biscuit. After her conversations with both Eames and Arthur had finished, she had sat in the kitchen, tapping her fingers against the table in a nervous rhythm while Eames took his sweet time getting ready.

Finally, though, they were out and heading for the docks. Ariadne has her mask on, both in an effort to fit in with the other citizens and because she really does not want to get tortured anytime soon -- ever, if she can help it. Death may not wake them up here, but she has a feeling pain still works the same way, and they won't be able to help her if she's locked away in the Unnatural. It's not a comforting thought, but maybe it will keep them -- all of them -- from doing something stupid

[merrilychased]

It is. [Ordinarily Arthur wouldn't have any problem snarking right back; of course, ordinarily, he wouldn't be anywhere near a scene like this, trapped in some maybe-Limbo with only two familiar faces who may or may not be projections themselves. Still, he's managed to tuck that thought away - or the worst of it, at the very least - by the time he reaches the others on the docks.]

What's the story here? [Best to cut straight to the matter, in this case.]

[shifts]

Haven't quite figured that out yet, [ Eames says with surprisingly practical honesty, a big roll of his shoulders accompanying the motion. ]

How about you first, then? A level could be anything; you understand my hesitance, I'm sure. Your lack of memory makes it at least a due question.