Lonnie loved practicing her forging skills in the real world, she'd always found it amazing how differently people would perceive her if she pulled her hair back versus leaving it free to do as it would, or if she wore a scarf versus a tie. For that matter any style of dress over any other. She liked playing to that kind of expectation and then ( Read more... )

It was nearly 8 in the morning and the point man was still up to his nose in work. Arthur simply couldn't sleep, so he decided to pull out information on his new Mark. Long careful fingers typed away as tired eyes looked at the bright screen. Just how long he's been sitting here? For a good five to six hours? He chuckled to himself, hands reaching ( Read more... )

Her dream is something like Venice, sprawling buildings connected by intricate bridges over glassy, clear waters, subconscious projections strolling around and floating about on it contentedly. It's a gorgeous day, sky bright blue and sunny, and there's even a light breeze threading its way through. It ruffles her hair lightly, though of course it ( Read more... )

While talking with one of her doubles, Ariadne had referred to her practice tower as a Rapunzel Tower, so instead of starting with the pristine beach that she usually did, today she went with a picturesque forest, it made the gleaming white-stone monolith look even more pristine and perfect. She smiled, letting the sounds of birdsong and small ( Read more... )

She stared at the liquid in the beaker for an awfully long time. It was a fairly simple sedative with a compound that was easy to reproduce. Holly should be working on it, but she wasn't. She was staring at it. Being a Chemist meant the world to her, but sometimes it brought it to a grinding halt ( Read more... )

Who: Einar & Ephraim
Where: Physically in Ephraim's room, mostly in his dream.
Status: Locked, incomplete
Warnings: None yet, will update as necessary

( For TheSolipsism )

He doesn't build anymore, not for jobs, not for the times when the layout of the dreams matters. But he built once, brought cathedrals, cities, impossible architecture to life. Before he was an Extractor he was an Architect, the best there was. And he'd put that aside when his own subconcious started sabotaging jobs. But there is nothing like it, ( Read more... )

After having talked to a couple different versions of herself, Ariadne had discovered that while they were all getting on fine, none of them, it seemed, had had any real time to relax, which obviously meant that a party was in order ( Read more... )

[A/N: Let me pitch to you the concept. Cobb works with something of a younger team now right? The only exception'd be Eames (and depending on how you age Arthur). Meet Cobb's old architect-or at least an old classmate. She's in her late twenties (I always pegged cobb as late thirties). She's married with a kid on the way-which creates ( Read more... )

To Yusuf, chemistry was his default language. People were problems not so easily solved. It wasn't that he couldn't appreciate a pretty woman or man and a bit of conversation, of course, but for the most part he preferred the company of of the predictable and understandable.

And while most of his money was made through sedatives, but Yusuf had a ( Read more... )