001 - video (plus spam for Arthur)

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[Anyone on either side of Mal's room (7.05) will hear a voice calling "Dom?" After a moment, Mal knocks over her communicator, switching it on, and the Barge video feed is treated to a dining-table's-eye-view of a pretty woman looking worriedly around what appears to be the living room of a creatively- and eclectically-decorated Southern California

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She spins back to face him, pulling her arm free. There's an angry spark in her blue eyes, but she keeps her mouth shut and listens to him. Frowns a little; the truth is, none of the people she saw in the flesh struck her one way or another, but she was too intent on her purpose to notice.

"You'd be surprised what patients can accept when they've been prepared for it," she replies shortly, and there's a you-ought-to-know-that tone there. Not that Arthur had worked with the clinical cases as much as she had. "Just tell me the truth, Arthur. Where is my husband? What has he talked you into now?"

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"So, who's the patient, Mal?" he challenges, then takes a short step back. He doesn't want to get too close to the railing, himself, as a part of him still suspects she might push him off. He's more convinced that this is the real Mal now-- she's not acting like the projection, but this is the Barge, where nothing makes sense and there are homicidal aliens, vampires and twelve-year-olds running around

Arthur Spam Thread - and this is why it will be a long time before anyone gets thru to her. >.<

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She doesn't have an answer for him, and she knows it, but she also knows, with an absolute certainty, that the only explanation for this must have something to do with dream-sharing. Some trick in the process she's never known before. Some new subtlety or drug or-She puts her hands to her head and slowly runs her fingers through her tangled hair, then looks up sharply when Arthur says the magic word.

And the rest of what he says just ... oh, she understands inception, of course, and the theory behind it, and the difficulty of the process, but ... "Lost?" she says, dread in the pit of her stomach. Then: "How can you being here help him?"

She still suspects that Dom must be here, somewhere. But she's also starting to think that if she expects to get anywhere with Arthur, she probably needs to at least pretend that she's following him in the mad tales he's spinning. Let him think she's believing him.

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"He missed the kick," Arthur says, some small elaboration in lieu of a complete explanation. "And we were in deep. I was approached by the... Admiral... with a deal. I come here, I help one person out, and I go home. Dom comes back. This place is..." Great, here comes the point where his whole story goes off the rails. There's no way he can tell her the truth and have her accept it as reality, especially when he doesn't always believe it, himself. "You know in Greek mythology, the ferry that takes the dead across the River Styx?" He pauses, realizing how ridiculous that sounds, but then presses on. "This is sort of it. The trip to that final destination. But it's more than that; it's a second chance to go back and fix things."

...

Yeah, this is stupid. There's no way Mal's going to buy any of this.

"I know it sounds completely insane."

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No, she doesn't believe him. It's absurd, and she can't believe that Arthur-Arthur, sober, reliable Arthur; she wonders briefly if perhaps he really is a projection after all-is actually spouting off this stream of nonsense as if he expects her to just say oh yes of course. But the there's something that's stopping her from just throwing her hands up again and storming off, and that's the look on his face, which suggests that even he is somewhat embarrassed by the words coming out of his own mouth.

"Yes," she says, and maybe there's just a bit of the old humour about her eyes and mouth, where there hasn't been a proper smile in far too long. "It does sound insane."

But if there's anything slightly true, or supposed to be slightly true, about this ludicrous line of merde, that raises one very significant question:

"So what am I doing here, then? According to this Admiral's plan?"

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Arthur smiles a little when she confirms that it does sound insane. At least Mal's got some of her sanity left. He'd probably be more concerned if she had believed him whole heartedly. But then there's the dreaded question. Arthur doesn't want to be the one to tell her, but then, who else would? He doesn't trust anybody here to break it to Mal properly. The inmates would try to drive her further into insanity. The other wardens don't have the best track record of not coming across as confrontational or self righteous.

"You're dead. And you don't know why you're here. Statistically speaking, that makes you one of the people up for a second chance." But now the question is: why is Mal an inmate? He knows what happened, how she framed Cobb, but in a way it feels like the Admiral's condemning her as cut from the same cloth as the genocidal nutcases and killers. "You'll be assigned a warden-- like a case worker, not a jailer. They'll help you sort out... whatever it is you need. When you're finished here, you can go back

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"But I was trying-" she blurts, then stops herself. I was trying to go back home. She had never told Arthur the truth, and she was fairly certain that Dom hadn't-that she was trapped in a dream that Dom had sworn up and down was real. Some prickle of intuition suggests that continuing to not tell him might be the better course of action.

She turns away from Arthur, hugging herself and looking back out over the rail into the void. She's trembling, but she doesn't seem to be aware of it; she's too lost in her own thoughts. None of this is right, none of it. That leap from the dream ... no, someone must have put her under before she could really jump, for real, then drew her down into another dream space, from which she'd leapt into this, perhaps some other dreamer's Limbo-yes, surely that must be it. She can't be dead. She can't.

She can feel sobs of frustration rising in her throat. "I just want to go home," she whispers. She turns to Arthur, her eyes starting to brim with tears. "And I must work with this ... this warden? Do I

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Arthur's taken aback by her reaction-- not that he wasn't expecting her to get upset. No, that's a normal reaction to being told you're dead and on your way down something like the River Styx. It's more that he's not sure what to do now that they've reached this point. He's always on point when it comes to jobs, but this is more than that. This is a woman he knew, who he loved as a dear friend, who died and haunted Cobb-- in turn haunting him-- breaking down. It felt like a lifetime ago since he'd seen her, and now she's here and for once, Arthur doesn't know what to do

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"Good old Arthur," she whispers, a note of real affection in her voice. She hiccups a little through her tears, which she's not sure she can control anymore, particularly not when he touches her. She flinches a little, involuntarily, but calms back down again, like a nervous horse. She's still not sure she trusts him, and this dream still makes no sense, but the fact that there's anyone familiar here at all ... that's something to cling to. She doesn't move any closer to him, but she doesn't move away, and more importantly, she doesn't go back toward the railing.

"That room," she says after a moment. She sniffles and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. "The room I woke up in. It was just like ... like our home, in California. It smelled like it." She swallows. "Is that where I will live?"

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Arthur frowns. He hadn't considered what it would be like for inmates, to wake up in their own homes like that, only to find themselves on the Barge in actuality. His own cabin gave him his share of problems (waking up in a dream world, every single day), but it at least isn't an endless taunt of home.

He nods. "It's a way to... to make you feel at home." But without Dom, without the kids. His brow creases as he considers what that might do to her. Mal's not exactly stable, as it is, and something like that is hard enough on a person. "If you're not ready for that, you can stay with me as long as you need to." Granted, sleeping on the floor would be uncomfortable, but he figures it'll only be temporary, if she even takes him up on it. He thinks for a moment, then continues. "Listen, there are some things I've got to warn you about."

Such as her husband's identical twin.

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"I don't know yet," she says softly. There's still the whole doesn't-quite-trust-him problem, for one thing. She's faintly afraid to go back, but none of her choices seem terribly easy right now. "Let me think on it."

She looks up at him. "What things?"

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"Take your time," he says softly, then draws his arm back to stick his hands in his pockets. He walks a little closer to the railing and looks out, then turns back to Mal. "It's dangerous here. You have to be careful who you trust. A lot of these people are-- or... were, in life, violent criminals." And the thought of Mal getting murdered by one of them makes his stomach turn. He glances down, thinking, then fixes her with a serious look. "And I'm going to warn you now: there's a man who looks like Cobb. A few years younger, but otherwise..." He shakes his head, somewhat disbelievingly. "The same. But it's not him. It's not even a... projection of him. He's a different man altogether."

He sighs and runs his hands through his hair with exasperation. "I swear this will make sense after a while."

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She feels faintly sick. Dream, it's all a dream, she tells herself, because that's the only way any of this madness can hang together in her mind. And because as long as she tells herself it's a dream, it means there's a promise of a way out, however drastic.

But to Arthur she simply nods. It's probably clear from her face that she's only just managing to take this all in now and will try to process it properly later, and that she's simply grasping at the straws closest to her heart. "And this ... this person who looks like Dom, is he one of the dangerous ones?"

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Arthur feels some guilt creeping on him. He knows he's not responsible for this, and he's well used to being the bearer of bad news normally, but he's wondering if he's just pushing Mal further and further to the edge by unloading this on her. He shakes his head. "No. He seems normal." Seems being the operative word. "I mean, I don't know. I avoid him, as a rule."

He pauses, thinking, then asks a potentially risky question. "Do you have your totem?" Since Cobb has hers, he's pretty sure the answer's 'no,' but it's worth a shot.

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She shakes her head. "No. I looked everywhere for it, but ..." She must have dropped it, she realises now, in the hotel room. "It's gone. I've never lost it before."

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Damn. Arthur doesn't even know where he'd be without his. If he didn't have it with him, he'd have gone nuts after the first flood. He doesn't say anything at first-- what can he say, really? It's not like she can go get a new totem when she's somewhere like the Barge, somewhere so challenging to reality that anything from its environment would be untrustworthy. The expression on his face is one of concern, of sympathy, but he doesn't articulate it.

"I know it's not much of a consolation," he says after some thought, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out his die, holding it in the palm of his hand to illustrate. "But I check it. Every day." And then, he closes his fingers over the die. While he doesn't think Mal would touch it-- they were all her idea, after all, so she knows better than anybody else how sacred a totem is to a person-- he still doesn't want to take that chance. "This world, strange as it is, is real."