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⚂ [ p o l y c h r o m a t i c ][ AUDIO (open to all, 4th wall)

Jun 18, 2011 17:36

[ There's a conversation going on but it's not picked up clearly at all and seems to get clearer halfway in: ]

I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong person.

I don't know anyone named Tom.

Well, I do, but he doesn't look like me. At all.

Sorry.

[ There's some insistence on the mystery other party's side and then the sound of someone - Arthur ( Read more... )

→ic, →whose dream is this anyway?, ⚂ polychromatic (game), →blur those lines, →killjoy

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prextracting June 19 2011, 03:30:03 UTC

[ There's a shuffling noise and a quick oh, shit, followed by a heavy clunk; dropped, probably. A second later it clicks over into video, filled only with blue before it zooms out to focus on Dominique's face. She looks worried, although the subject of her concern is a little difficult to discern. ]

Arthur? Is that you?

[ A beat. ]

It sounds like you.

1/3 specifics June 19 2011, 03:33:28 UTC

[ The first thing that gets him are the eyes. A woman's voice, blue hair, nothing really fits and by all rights people shouldn't place so much weight on the eyes but Arthur knows them better than he might know his own. ]

specifics June 19 2011, 03:38:08 UTC

Yeah.

[ He's thinking; it's not you. But then he's remembering running into an Eames who wasn't Eames and yet was, in all the ways that seemed to amount to meaning anything. Because if this is a dream then he has to remember rules don't break so much as twist and reshape. And if this is a dream then the rules aren't the same anyway. You don't wake up if you die. You don't necessarily remember everything you've done.

It's a dream but it's not a dream. Those are Dom's eyes.

He shakes himself out of the reverie. ]

specifics June 19 2011, 03:39:31 UTC

It's me.

Who are...

Dom?

prextracting June 19 2011, 03:57:10 UTC

Yeah? [ Dom's brows draw together and her face twists into something a little young, the lilt of her voice falling up as if asking a question -- although it's confused more than questioning. (Who else would it be?) ]

Did we-- [ Did we go under, are we dreaming, is this your memory or mine-- ] Where are we?

1/2 specifics June 19 2011, 04:03:38 UTC

[ Not for the first time in his life Arthur considers lying to Dom but this feels different anyway. He knows it wouldn't do any good though. Dom has never bought his lies.

Actually none of them ever did: Eames, Dom, or Mal. None of the people who mattered - well, Matter. ]

specifics June 19 2011, 04:04:55 UTC

Some kind of dream. I don't know the...specifics.

Can you use the camera function on your device again? I want to know where you are.

1/2 prextracting June 19 2011, 04:57:10 UTC

Hold on, let me-- [ There's a sharp burst of static for a moment, as if the connection's been severed. ]

prextracting June 19 2011, 04:57:40 UTC

[ Then it clicks over and her face is in view again. She turns the device -- whatever it is -- to face the same direction she is, pointing away from her and into her surroundings.

From somewhere off-screen, Dom clears her throat. ] I don't know if you're going to recognize anything.

I don't, which is kind of strange.

specifics June 19 2011, 21:15:16 UTC

Not as strange as you think...

[ He pauses, unsure of how to deal with this situation. Eames was one thing. Dom...is entirely another - and what's more, it would appear, younger. Arthur isn't prepared for this kind of what-if. He eyes the fountain Dom is nearby - the only one he knows of square in the center of the City. ]

Stay there. I'll be right down.

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