Happy Birthday, Inception :)

[geotactics]

BWONG!
An Inception Anniversary World Based Meme

o1) Comment with your character's name and position in the SUBJECT LINE.
example: EAMES | FORGER

o2) Choose one of the following to base your REPLY off of.
red wire Job Gone Bad Whether it's a bad batch of Somnacin, the mark realizing he's dreaming, or someone on the team going turncoat, this job

Comments

ARIADNE | ARCHITECT

[assemble]

Grey (Still no idea...And feels like spamming you)

[cuspis]

So...Are you okay?

You know me. Spam is my favorite Thing 8) <333

[assemble]

It's not every day I get shot at, but sure.

[ She's understating it maybe, or maybe it just hasn't entirely settled in that a year later someone got wind of the inception job - Browning most likely - and put a nice shiny price on every one's head. Arthur had basically contacted her in the nick of time, literally. Ariadne hopes the stray cat that she's been feeding doesn't take offense when there aren't any handouts tonight. ]

Yet....I'm like uber slow. You know that. <3

[cuspis]

[Nodding, he glances back out the peep hole, holstering his gun. Hating that he is going to have to be doing this to her. Glancing back towards her, a quick sympathetic smile ghosting across his face.].

I need you to get all you can in a bag we need to leave.

MAL | THE SHADE

[reveiller]

Black...cause idek.

[dreamsofmazes]

What are you doing here?

B)

[reveiller]

This is my dream. I should be asking you the same thing.

I missed your Mal. JS

[dreamsofmazes]

[A look, more panicked then anything, knowing she shouldn't be here. None of this should. This wasn't the layout she designed, and when she caught the kick. She shouldn't have ended up here. Not with Mal.]

You're not real.

RAVEN | FORGER

[geminates]

WICHITA | EXTRACTOR

[zombiefree]

grey wire - idk planning for a job?

[geotactics]

You've got to be kidding me.

An amusement park?

works for me!

[zombiefree]

She's an adrenaline junkie, I guess. [Wichita's amused, okay, and kind of excited because roller coasters were one of the few things she really got excited over, and she just liked the whole amusement park vibe. But not so much right now, because amusement parks meant huge crowds, which in a dream? Wasn't ideal. Still, they could make it work.]

We'll have to dress the part. [An obvious statement, but one she had to bring up because oh, to see Arthur in shorts...]

[geotactics]

Or we can just pull a different angle.

[ He leans back in his chair, frowning briefly as he flips open his notepad. ]

We could just narrow our scope to her favourite ride.

EMILY | THE SHADE

[cantkeepme]

[ grey wire | i d e k game-canon? ]

[counterfeiture]

[It's not his dream.

It's not his dream, because his dreams never include empty streets or palm trees that hide phone booths behind them. It's not his because there are cigarette stubs in the middle of the road, and cars that run backwards and forwards at amazing speeds, the exhaust pipes eerily devoid of smoke.

There's the faintest hint of copper and rainwater in the air, as well. Somewhere there's a creek where water runs shallowly.]

How did we get here, now.

;_; okie!! :D

[cantkeepme]

[Em's hiding, like she usually does as of late, in that she's not exactly keen on being found by anyone, but she can't bring herself to just stay inside every day either. So she lays low, completely out in the open. It's all backwards here though, isn't it? She has more of a say on what's what, somehow. She's not used to that. Things have been so different since she was taken from the island.

Though she isn't used to seeing anyone but the students she was never brave enough to gab with wandering the streets either, and she shifts in her spot under the biggest tree to catch a better look. Her heart jumps when she gets a clue.

She's up on her feet and racing in his direction before she can stop herself, cars disappearing as she crosses the street and she nearly collides with him, arms tight around his middle.]

You found me!

break my heart why don't you ;;

[counterfeiture]

[He catches her and finds himself lifting her up a bit, practically reflex, finding himself strongly comforted by the scent of her shirt, the softness of her hair - the sharp words Brendan left behind to mind her, always mind her, and-

Eames can't still trace his way back to how he got here. It's enough confirmation for him.

Emily is alive here, maybe not as happy as she would be on the island, maybe happier as well because this isn't that too. He puts her back down, shielding her from the road with his arms as he turns her to face him, greeting her with a smile.]

It's been a while.