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specifics October 13 2011, 03:22:11 UTC
True. [There's a thin excuse for a laugh. White is frank and Arthur likes that, not in small part because he's pretty sure he wouldn't be able to parse through anything less. He wonders what kind of dreamer he is, or if projections could be so complex (Mal's ghost the only example and hers not so benign) whose subconscious he's peeled out of. Not Arthur's certainly, and Eames would remember. That leaves Yusuf to Arthur's knowledge, and anyone else whole. There's a second or two when he considers asking White what he thinks of this place as a place, what makes him think it's not some really extensive dream (why no one else figures it for that) but it's gone nearly as fast as it occurs to him, a near misstep; he'll blame being unwell, or something.

He ends up just eying White's shoes when they come back into his line of vision, finds himself asking something else instead.]

How long you been here?

[Small talk but not really small talk, he's not looking to keep White longer than necessary but he and Orange seem acclimated enough to the surroundings to ask. Granted after months Arthur and Eames should be too, and they are in a way.

But they don't see the City as a city, just the idea of one, a place cobbled together out of memories of multiple real cities. So asking the people who do believe in it - another world or whatever - never seems to go out of style.]

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whitetwoguns October 13 2011, 04:38:28 UTC
[In case it wasn't clear enough, the old man puts the bottle of water in his line of vision. That's for him. Since he's the ill one. Or at least it makes sense that he can have that. There's seltzer water and soda. Too bad booze didn't work as medicine. Though he knew a guy who was dead positive that Jack Daniels was the only doctor he needed if he wasn't bleeding. Whatever happened to that guy.

Mr. White doesn't mind the quiet. Arthur isn't a good ol' chum. Even if he was, what can you expect out of a man that passed out, really.]

Me? I been here a year and...I think it's three months?

[Three months spent trying to get the fuck out. Larry goes to the mini bar to get his own water.]

Longest I been someplace...

[That wasn't jail. By definition the City could be a prison to some. Compared to the last two times this one is a cakewalk.]

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specifics October 13 2011, 06:00:31 UTC
[Accepting the water, Arthur unscrews the cap, turning it over absently between his fingertips as he takes a sip, watching White get his own. Over a year. That's nothing near Dom and Mal's limbo but Arthur doesn't trust the mechanics of this 'dream' hardly at all anymore and he wonders if time might compound differently than any of them can account for - a year down here, reversed above? It makes him grimace again, nothing to do with being sick so much as the idea of time hurrying on without them. Life seems short enough already.

Longest I been someplace.

That makes Arthur look up, peering at White more directly than he has been so far. After another swallow, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, pauses.]

Vagabond? [The first thing that comes to mind though one can stay less than a year and not be a vagabond. Really it's half a joke, mildly humored but humor anyway.

Of course White doesn't have to elaborate at all if he doesn't want to, and in a way Arthur doesn't know why he asked that out of everything else - other things like what have you been doing for over a year in this place anyway surprising him by being secondary. More proof he's been here too long himself.]

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whitetwoguns October 13 2011, 06:17:56 UTC
[A few more seconds later and White would have sputtered some of that water all over the floor. The bottle was this close. He laughs from deep in his gut. Vagabond. Who says that anymore? Makes him feel like he's in a Charlie Chaplin movie. Larry shakes his graying head.]

No. Uh. Not really. [He is easy to smile unlike other people. Part of his nature. It makes him seem like he's an all around swell guy that hasn't shot up any cops.] I think of it more as a traveling man. I got some kind of a need to be on the road.

[Which makes him sound like a cowboy. That's never bad.]

There's a lot of it to see most of the time.

[Outside of this place is what he means.]

How about yourself?

[It's had to have been at least six months... right? The old man's not 100% sure of when Mr. Argyle became part of the casino scene. People look the part and then there as much a part of the picture as the carpet.]

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specifics October 13 2011, 08:15:51 UTC
[It's the other man's laugh that gets a more evident smile. Arthur doesn't do it consciously so much as reflexively, his fingers adjusting absently on the water bottle. His response to White's answer is more an acknowledging murmur than anything else - using the water as an excuse not to speak as much as for its actual hydrating purpose, cool if a bit sharp down the back of his throat.

He rests his elbows on his knees, leaning a little forward, bottle held loose in the cup of both hands. Six months and four days give or take some hours. Arthur's head is constantly rewriting that number though, debating between factoring in his time here previous (and the forger's and Ariadne's too) even though he has literally no recollection of it.

Staring at the water bottle he's not quite listless - traces of his knee-jerk amusement still there though it's a thoughtless sort of transparency.]

Little over six months. [There's a flash of annoyance but it's fast replaced with the dry and mild expression that tends to be Arthur's default.] Seems longer though, [ he adds and keeps to himself the last thing: it might be.]

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whitetwoguns October 13 2011, 08:32:43 UTC
[Vagabond and rambling man both sound better than criminal wanted in more than one state. Larry will take that in polite conversation any day of the week. Whatever it takes to stay safe and hidden. That's what has let him stay free for so long.

Then along came the City. There's no record of his past crimes or records, it's like a whole new start. All in all he has been relatively clean. The straight and narrow isn't his path of personal selection, but he takes the shortcuts that ensure his way of life remains the same. So far he's been able to keep the diamonds and Mr. Orange in his way. No easy feat, and certainly not one without its disruptions.

Knock on wood.]

The good times make it shorter, the bad times... [he shrugs because it goes without saying.]

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specifics October 14 2011, 06:08:24 UTC
Longer. [He fills in not because it's necessary but because it's what comes off the tip of his tongue first, anything else pushed back by another sip of water, then another. There isn't a record here for any of them, which is nice, though it wouldn't have been nearly the same for him even if they had; none of those papers had Arthur on them at least. Nothing here quite resembles any specific real waking locale or concept but it's quite the hodgepodge of influences. Again he's struck with the likelihood there have to be other lucid dreamers here, actively building, or who have. Someone made this place.

Would that be the way out? Logically? But what's logic here?

He lifts the bottle because it's still pretty cold and touches it to his forehead, which is not, using his other hand to fumble out his device and send Yusuf a distress signal - which is to say a hey, got a minute? equivalent before resting it on his knee.]

Being stuck here...must get to you if you're used to traveling.

[Not vagabond but road warrior? Or not. Either way, it's a lot more moving than this place allows for unless you really enjoy communing with nature, as far as he can tell.]

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whitetwoguns October 14 2011, 06:46:36 UTC
Amen to that brother.

[Boy does he have some stories. Stories about himself and this city and misery. Not all of it is from love. When do you get to see your mother after decades exactly as you remember her? Or what about falling off the wagon a few times? That's happened too.

He takes a sip to keep him from sighing. There are plenty of missteps and shitty memories here. He feels more than a little lucky that there are far more good ones to be found these days. Damn lucky.]

It does some days. Then again, I never gave settling down a real try you know? Challenge keeps a man sharp.

[Brown eyes are watching Arthur idly. Looks like he can keep with it a little longer.]

Think you can keep something down? I know that the bar has a few lunch menu pieces if you need it.

[Just being a good co-worker, Mr. Argyle. It's the White way.]

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specifics October 14 2011, 08:13:44 UTC
[Arthur can't help it; he smiles enough that the corners of his eyes crinkle deeply. Brother? Just a spin of phrase he's well aware, lingo, but he can't remember anyone using it on him even colloquially. The word 'challenge' gets as much of his attention but in a different way; he'd never looked at it that way before, the matter of being 'trapped' here. If this was the prototype program, training in environment building (it could have been - the test of finding one's way out, cheating the maze) then maybe, he would understand a bit more the lack of convention, the lack of rules applied in the way they hadn't known enough about to strictly play by.

He thinks about those movies where you wake up and everything was a dream.

Still. A challenge. Huh.] Hadn't thought of it that way.

[ It's more a mumble, thoughtful though it is as well.

His mind feels a bit stuffy, like there's cotton where all the proper thinking parts need clarity but he lowers the bottle, sets it against his mouth again, brow quirking at the question before shaking his head.]

Nah. Don't think...don't think I could, honestly.

[Mouth tightening in a thin line, he leans enough to set the water bottle (3/4 gone) on the floor beside his foot, taps the neck of the bottle once.] This's plenty.

Really.

[He replies quickly to Yusuf's response blinking on his device; the chemist will pick him up, or help hold him up some of the way back. Watch, Arthur thinks dimly to himself, I won't even need it - like not needing an umbrella you remember to carry. He wouldn't mind this time though.

Glancing over at the other man, Arthur doesn't thank him again since that makes the previous one feel somehow less important or less honest; neither of which is accurate, so he decides on something else.]

Should you get back?

[It's far from suggesting White should so much as a good co-worker's regard for the other's security. The most would happen is some brief talking to about lingering but Arthur somehow doubts that as well. White's good at his job here - and depending on the day that entails this, that, the other thing, or all three and he's obviously been around for a while here. Important staying factors. No he won't get in trouble likely, but Arthur points out because he also wants to give White the opportunity to leave.

It's one of those moderately polite business meeting things that seems to work its way into so many of his exchanges with those he hasn't known for years (and that's pretty much everyone except for two.)]

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whitetwoguns October 14 2011, 09:18:04 UTC
I'm not anybody's Mary Sunshine but I try to keep a bigger, brighter picture in mind. If you don't got that then don't expect other people to do it for you, I figure. Though I dunno if you noticed in this City there are people willing to do some pretty desperate shit to make a stranger smile. Baked goods, parties...shit like that.

[Which could be because of age or magic girl canons. Things that Mr. White may never, ever understand.]

Gettin' there. Gotta make sure you won't fall down or nothing. Especially alone.

[The old man wags a finger as though it's actually something Arthur has a decision on.]

You call someone to get you?

[If not a cab. A roommate, a friend...]

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specifics October 15 2011, 02:03:56 UTC
[That is something Arthur has noticed and maybe that out of everything confuses him the most - the niceness, a niceness which doesn't line up with the definitive motivation or reaction of projections in the dream at all which again points him back to the working theory (one of several) - they aren't projections. But what then, dreamers? Remotely? Or all hooked up in the same happy suspect basement? Who knows. It makes his already aching head pulse a bit more uncomfortably, like it's trying to push his skull into a new alignment.

White's words however elicit a half smile as if to say well to the bit about falling and then there's just a ginger nod of his head for the inquiry as he tucks his device away again. ]

Yeah. Shouldn't take long, [ he says and doesn't specify friend or driver or flatmate, but in fact all three are accurate in some sense - or past tense for the second maybe.

The pause is a cross between amused and something like resigned to the possibility as he adds, ] -unless he gets lost or something.

[ He's not sure if Yusuf's been in the Underground himself yet. ]

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whitetwoguns October 15 2011, 04:08:11 UTC
Hope he won't.

[Going or coming.]

Mind if I smoke?

[Seeing as it's almost a break right here. Larry has no idea about the theory of this place being a dream. For some reason it really has not crossed his mind. His dreams are sometimes very real, but never in a way that they keep on rolling like this. It's too episodic. And the highs are too high. Happy dreams usually get to a ridiculous point before bursting. At least his do. Everyone is different.

In his head gunshot wounds make it all pretty fucking real.]

You can have one if you want.

[As a courtesy.]

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specifics October 15 2011, 05:44:30 UTC
[Arthur shakes his head because no he doesn't mind, the most he's ever thought of objecting being kept to anywhere he might live (you can't get the smell out, and while he wouldn't mind about say, a couch, the suits are another matter.) This being none of that, he doesn't have the place to mind, much less a reason to, but he also declines the offer - polite though it is. ]

No - but thanks.

[ Maybe another day, but the scratched, dry threat of his throat already tells him better not and the swimming of his head throws in a second.

But White, Arthur remembers telling Eames, he liked. Likes rather. He tries to imagine him in the dreamshare and fails miserably though - perhaps because of his imagination (sub-par, he's been told, and he knows it's because he likes his rules, his practicalities, even in a dream and is sometimes so stuck on them that he fails to see - the saying goes - the forest for the trees) or perhaps because White is just so...

...well Arthur isn't sure of the word. Grounded? Not quite what he's looking for. Earthy? Further off. He gives up trying, to figure for the moment, finishing his water with some surprise, not realizing he'd gotten that far on it.

Presumably by now White has lit up, and Arthur eyes the cigarette thoughtfully. Eames used to smoke - especially after a fight when they were at the base - or after a meal at the Cobbs', while working on a job in Paris. He doesn't so much now, Arthur has noticed which makes it all the more problematic that it's still Eames he thinks of.

Glancing away, he absently flattens the bottle - habit, though they don't have a recycling bin anywhere remotely near this room. Free hand turning the device in his pocket idly, he ends up asking, ] Ever tried to get out?

[ Of this place, the City he means of course but doesn't think it needs clarifying. Some people have, he knows, but he also believes not all attempts are likely recorded, especially perhaps smaller ones. ]

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whitetwoguns October 15 2011, 05:50:55 UTC
[Chesterfields don't have a filter. It's an old line, older with all of the new types coming on in now with their filters and flavors. The old man's brand is said have a more rich flavor. It should for what it costs.

He doesn't get why Arthur is crushing his bottle. Funny how they are watching one another, out of habit or because that's how you keep company with people you hardly know. Maybe both.]

First change I could. Took a car [with Mr. Orange] and we circled around the whole place looking for a freeway entrance. Then one of those times that we thought we got home, tried on out. Looked like a goddamn horror movie.

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specifics October 15 2011, 06:10:03 UTC
[ He nods, takes mental note, resting his hands on his knees with the water bottle flattened and set to his side. This dream does cater to both the absurd and upsetting, from what he's seen and heard though a lot of it is the latter. Six months is a long time and yet in the scope of things maybe not enough. Arthur still doesn't feel he has a good grip on it all at least - not an absence he's fond of either.

If it didn't seem redundant, he'd shake his head but he thinks he's been doing more shaking and nodding than anything else lately so he just says,] No highways I guess? What did you see - on the border?

Anything?

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whitetwoguns October 15 2011, 06:17:52 UTC
More road. This place is an island. I figured it was the coast someplace. Eventually we'd hit the freeway or Mexico.

[Larry shrugs before licking his lips. He then takes another drag.]

I mean with the surf not far off, I figured there'd have to be a bridge then, some land mass. Not so much.

[As for the other time. Heh. He scratches behind his ear.]

The other time the City was going places or something? It looked like Los Angeles outside. I would have put money on it.

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