hmm, this island is very suspicious.

[merrilychased]

Who: merrilychased, oneminutemaze, and shifts
What: A conference by the docks.
Where: ... By the docks.
When: day, following these threads
Warnings: none so far

Comments

[shifts]

[ Limbo can have just as many projections as the subconscious thusly permits - but the thing that separates Eames in this line of thinking is that he knows, for certain, that the job was completed. There is no viable reason for him to still be dreaming with the other two - and while he assured Ariadne in a backwards notion that he considered her quite real, it is still only a passing label, like real enough. The entire reason he let her into his flat at all was both to use her for the notes she provided and take her on for direct observance, much like what this meeting with Arthur is about - either it's worth the pursuit or can be written off otherwise

[oneminutemaze]

I wasn't even here, so it wasn't me.

[ She shivers slightly at the thought, though. Even Cobb, for all his troubles, hadn't dreamed up monsters -- just freight trains and his dead wife. ]

They were detailed?

[merrilychased]

What kind of details? [Arthur doesn't miss a beat.] Was there some kind of pattern to them, something to indicate just what kind of subconscious we're dealing with here?

[shifts]

Nothing so kind. It seemed to be more generic horror media than anything else. A fantastical mind, one that enjoys violent scream flicks on a regular basis - or someone who is mentally disturbed, perhaps some traumatic events that lead to the depiction of one's thoughts as horrific.

[ It's a polite way of saying: shit if I know, there's way too many possibilities. ]

[oneminutemaze]

[ Ariadne just sighs, running a hand through her hair. ]

Why do I have a feeling that to actually make any sense of this, we're going to have to stick around for a while?

[merrilychased]

[Probably because there was a good chance she was right.]

As long as it's not too long. [But did that really matter when they couldn't tell what level of time distortion there was down here? Did it matter if Eames was right, after all, and they really weren't on the Fischer job anymore?

The not knowing was the worst part of it.]

[shifts]

Depends on your definition of too long.

[ Anyway. ]

I'm sure you've heard of the rules by now?

[oneminutemaze]

[ Ten years? Fifty? Neither of them are numbers that sound good to her, and yet... ]

Length is less of a concern for me than forgetting.

[ The question isn't for her, though, so she simply looks at Arthur and waits for his answer. ]

[merrilychased]

What, the day and night rules? [To say the least.] Yeah. I did my research before coming out here.