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[open] dreams feel real when you're in them

Aug 06, 2011 16:21

WHO: dreamesing , Open to all.
WHAT: Arrival time! Eames has no reason to write in a journal, so lets have him run into Keep occupants :3
WHERE: First floor barracks and beyond.
WHEN: Presently.

He had to hand it to Robert Fischer's subconscious, it could certainly be creative.

Eames had woken up in a small cell, dressed in the clothes he'd been wearing on the ( Read more... )

eames, malkus iverwelling, alex marsters, brynhildr dottir, aara

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brynkitten August 6 2011, 23:35:57 UTC

It was still light outside, and feeling the need to breath in some fresh air, Bryn was heading out to the green to lay in the sun. Well, maybe not sun but in the light. So, wearing just a simple skirt and chemise, and carrying a blanket from her cell and journal in hand, Bryn headed downstairs from the third floor to the first and made her way down the hallway to the exit.

However, when she turned the corner, she saw someone unfamiliar standing there. New arrivals to the Keep were not uncommon, especially at this time of the week, but Bryn still hadn't quite gotten over her initial nerves at meeting some of them in person. It was with some hesitance that she spoke up.

"Hello, did you just arrive?"

okay maybe MORE TAG before I poof dreamesing August 6 2011, 23:49:39 UTC

Eames came up short when he spotted what he assumed was the projection - a young woman in an Elizabethan style dress, carrying a journal like himself.

He was silent a moment, waiting for her to attack (his clothing was after all anachronistic to the setting) but when she didn't and asked him if he had just 'arrived' he nodded.

Projections were useful for gathering information after all.

"I'm afraid I did, or at least I think so. You wouldn't mind telling me where I am, would you?"

Ahaha sneaky sneaky brynkitten August 7 2011, 00:01:21 UTC

Technically, Bryn should have at least had a bodice on over what she was wearing, but bodices were a bit too constricting for rolling around on the grass. Her brows knit together briefly at his response, and when she noted that he did have his journal, she tilted her head toward it.

"Holloway's Keep, well, the barracks of Holloway's Keep to be exact," she said, "There's a note from Lord Deior in your record that might help explain a bit..."

:3 dreamesing August 7 2011, 06:00:56 UTC

Eames knew the outfit wasn't pure Elizabethan, but it was close enough for him to classify it as such. As she nodded to his journal, he held it up and flipped it open, finding on the first page the note from Deior.

He raised his eyebrows as he skimmed it quickly, and felt his lips quirk up in an amused smile.

He didn't believe it, of course.

"Holloway's Keep, after the universe being unmade," he said. "That sounds a bit fantastical." Maybe he had ended up in Ariadne's mind. Hell, maybe this was his.

Still holding the journal, his hand slipped into his pocket to feel his totem.

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doctoral_bird August 7 2011, 05:59:08 UTC

More than likely, anyone would hear Malkus coming before they actually see him. Not exactly being the master of stealth that he thinks he is, the doctor is absentmindedly dragging his feet down the hall on his way to look for a shovel or some other form of digging tool. He doesn't see Eames as he passes him as he's distracted with staring at his feet, which almost causes him to turn a corner and walk right into him. Luckily, Malkus stops dead in his tracks as he quickly turns his head upwards and towards this unfamiliar face.

Sorry if the bird-man's rather silent. Sometimes it takes a moment for him to pull together words when he's got things on his mind. And his brain is certainly full of things, though it could appear empty to someone else.

Eames will just have to deal with a blank stare for now.

/after Bryn's thread dreamesing August 7 2011, 06:47:24 UTC

Eames was silent himself for a different reason - the conversation with the young girl had thrown him.

There was no way this could be reality. And yet, his chip wasn't fake plastic and light - it was heavy, the ridges familiar under his thumb. And she had said that this was real, no somnacin-enabled dream.

Which meant that if all was true, the team was gone, never having existed. And he was stuck here in an arse-backwards castle of a place.

Still, he draws up short when Malkus approaches, and he finds himself staring unsettledly at a bird mask.

"....Can I help you?" He finally asks stiffly.

doctoral_bird August 7 2011, 09:11:50 UTC

It takes a moment before Malkus returns this sudden break in silence.

"O-Oh, my apologies. N-No, I don't think- Well. You wouldn't have happened to seen a shovel o-or spade would-...you?"

The doctor trails off, seeming to try to shift through his mind again. Perhaps he knows this man? Could he have forgotten that? No, this is definitely a new face. Oh, how rude. Malkus hasn't even introduced himself yet.

"Sorry, again. My name's Malkus."

He nods into a slight bow as he says his name, not realizing that he might look a bit unusual to this man.

dreamesing August 8 2011, 06:49:39 UTC

"I"m afraid not," Eames says, not truly apologetic but doing a decent job of sounding sincere. "I just got here though, if it's any help, so I don't know arse from teakettle right now."

He tilts his head, observing Malkus; the outfit seems familiar, from his school days and history, but he can't place it yet.

"Malkus, lovely to meet you. I'm Eames," he says, inclining his head but not offering his hand. "Can I ask what you need the shovel for?"

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allthesame2me August 7 2011, 15:54:38 UTC

Alex had spent a good part of the morning in the kitchen cooking, but then Joe had come back and after he'd finished his batch of muffins he'd handed control back to the man.

He was making his way back toward his room when a faintly familiar scent drifts across his path. He freezes in his spot and half turns, the end of his braid flipping over his shoulder. His nostrils flare slightly and he frowns a bit, moving in the direction of the scent.

He rounds a corner and pauses, a familiar figure ahead matching the now far stronger scent trail. He might have only met the man for one evening, but behind his first night here at the Keep it had been pretty memorable.

"Eames?"

dreamesing August 8 2011, 07:06:05 UTC

Eames is frowning at his phone, which is dead - no surprise there, whether or not this is real - when he hears his name.

The voice is unfamiliar but he still snaps his head up, coming face to face with a frankly gorgeous young man. (What is it with this place and pretty fair-haired things?)

"That would be me," he says hedgily, and then stares at Alex a bit more. "Though I admit I'm at a bit of a disadvantage here, not knowing your name."

allthesame2me August 9 2011, 22:56:48 UTC

It's then Alex's turn to frown, because it's fairly obvious that Eames doesn't recognize him. "It's Alex," he says in return, head tilting slightly to one side.

"We met our first night here, but I looked a bit different .."

He trails off, frown reaching his eyes now as he studies the man before him. If he's learned anything these past few months, it to never make presumptions about someone.

"You don't remember, do you?" His voice is soft, and he does a remarkable job of covering the disappointment.

dreamesing August 10 2011, 23:28:50 UTC

"Alex," Eames repeats, feeling a bit thrown off his guard because the young man obviously expects him to know him - even if he isn't saying as much - and then the mention of 'our' first night here...

"No, I'm afraid I don't," he says, though his tone is not harsh. "I believe I've just arrived here - though you say I've been here before?"

That... he wasn't sure what to make of that. If he'd been in a dream he would have thought he remembered that. But he vaguely knows that he got here, or that he hasn't been here that long.

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angha_firebird August 8 2011, 01:57:57 UTC

Meandering back to her room, Aara stops short as she notes a stranger before her and steps closer to the wall, giving him space to pass her by if need be. Her hands fist in her light cotton dress, and the toes of her bare feet curl under her as she peeks up at him, eyes wide and curious.

dreamesing August 8 2011, 07:08:46 UTC

Eames was heading in the general direction of the room he'd arrived in, flipping though the journal absently. When he hears movement, he looks up in time to see a young girl flatten herself to the wall.

There's something a bit off about her, his instincts say, but he stops as well a few feet from her, closing the journal.

"You all right there, dove?"

angha_firebird August 8 2011, 13:50:46 UTC

Blinking past her astonishment at being addressed, Aara pushed slightly away from the wall, straightening her shoulders and spine as she gives a minuscule smile to this stranger.

"I am all right, thank you. And you?"

dreamesing August 8 2011, 16:53:11 UTC

Eames smiled thinly. "Could be better, but as I'm not dead I wouldn't say I'm bad off either," he replied. And her reaction to being addressed is fascinating, to say the least.

All walks of life, this Keep has?

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