one ; dream

[mobilisomnia]

This was not unconstructed dreamspace. This was not Limbo. Ariadne knew this because she was standing in the middle of a square in Montmartre, Paris. This was her solace and Dom was no where to be seen. Ariadne blinked and looked around. A dream. She must still be on the plane. Time existed differently

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[waterfell]

She liked it. There was nothing more thrilling than leaving an impact, making the world you want - and Ariadne was doing it quite well. Of course, the strangeness itself tugged at Ami's mind until she realized, this time, that she was dreaming.

It didn't matter. Even if it was a dream, it was a very symbolic one to the girl whose world had been rebuilding for the past few years without the help of a (tainted) crystal that could have done it as quick as Ariadne's thoughts. Maybe there was still something here to learn, some idea or solution she hadn't considered yet in waking life, that building within the dream would help her realize.

As she is now, she can walk straight up to a stranger and ask for what she wants. So she did. "What you've done is impressive," Ami said from behind Ariadne. She stepped boldly closer. "I want to learn to do it, too, a little bit."

Oh, she'd never be at Ariadne's level, but the learning itself would be fun. Perhaps beneficial.

[mobilisomnia]

Ariadne turned at the sound of a voice, the architecture still morphing to her will. She looked over at the unfamiliar girl. "I'm not the best teacher. I just do it. It just happens because I think about it. I also am an architecture student, so that helps." She tried to explain.

[waterfell]

She'd practiced altering their surroundings a little bit with Willow; but when she was here in a different form, she couldn't admit that, and besides, Ariadne was on a slightly different level anyway. She seemed to do it so effortlessly and precisely. Ami nodded, and some vestige of manners made her ask first.

"Shall I try doing it a little?"

[mobilisomnia]

"I've learned you don't want to just go messing around in people's dreams, but you don't have anything to worry about me." Ariadne said and stood back as the Parisian street started to split.

"Just think about something. Will it into existence." She said above the rumbling of rock being shaped between them.

[waterfell]

There was a perfectly-sized spot there. And Ami didn't much care that it would look a bit incongruous against the rest of the scene, though it tickled her fancy to make it look as though it belonged.

As much as a moderate-sized amusement park could belong. It came complete with funhouse, roller coaster, other rides, games, balloons, and most of all, the carousel. Each sprang up one by one, right in its place, a copy of the one near her house in waking life.

[mobilisomnia]

"Try and think of the intricacies and the detail of what you're creating. It isn't the look, it's the feel." Ariadne walks to the otherwise of the shifting road to look at the carnival. She's not trying to pick flaws, after all the girl just wanted to create. Functionality was something entirely different.

[waterfell]

The flaws, of course, were there. Some portions were indistinct, some portions felt out of place, some portions warped things in ways she hadn't intended (if only those had confined themselves to the fun house).

Ami was detail-oriented, which helped, but she was without one enormous rule: Don't build from memory. Thus, this was that amusement park, on the whole and in the details, and inviting trouble.

"The feel?" she echoed Ariadne before pursing her lips. She glanced back towards the various constructions. No, Ariadne was right. The amusement park wasn't important to her because it had this ride, or that booth. It was important to her because it was a place she had memories of contentment associated with from her childhood, or even of victory after battles there.

It simply had to be a place of bright colors, tinny music, and a pervading excitement. She began to change some of it.

[mobilisomnia]

Ariadne watched the girl work, wondering how others did what she could do so simply. Maybe it was the amount of knowledge she had, maybe it was the speed at which she could figure it out. The Architect walked around one of the carousels, continuing to inspect.

"Yeah. It's not just what it looks like. This could be any carnival, but I'm taking that you know this one from personal experience." She heard the pitch in music change and smiled. "If you want it to be believable, think about how it works, all the tiny details. Like the innerworkings of a clock."

[waterfell]

It was Ariadne's gift. Ami was bright, which meant picking up the basics readily enough, but this was simply far from her areas of expertise.

"It is," she admitted, the dream gentling her into the confession. "I used to go there often."

The smell of fresh fried dough tinges the air. The faint wind. That precise song the ferris wheel always played. The tiny details.