two ; dream

[mobilisomnia]

It's the workshop. The one in Paris. Everything was as it was. It was slightly cool, the building not made for being comfortable. It was older, not exactly organized, but usable. The rooms were the same, the patio furniture they used, the tables still set up, and even Ariadne's architecture desk was there, models filling the brim

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[waterfell]

"I've found you hard at work." Ami announces this from the doorway before stepping lightly across the threshold. She draws nearer to Ariadne, and angles her body for a better view of the model.

"What will it be?" She's no artist herself, but a painter for a father has given her an appreciation of it - even if she's ripped up one or two of his sketches that don't substitute for his presence.

[mobilisomnia]

Ariadne looked up at the voice and smiled. It was the girl with the carnival in her mind. She looked back at her model. What was she doing? Her grin faded a bit as she glued another piece. "It's a hotel." Fischer's hotel. "Working on the lobby.

[waterfell]

"Is this your hobby?" She didn't connect the modeling to Ariadne's dream work immediately.

(ooc: And you have just decided me about what I'll do for a present-life post for this theme later this month. Thank you! <3)

[mobilisomnia]

"I'm an architecture student." She said looking back at the model. She put the exacto knife down and walked back to the blueprints of the hotel. Ariadne stops. This is a dream. She doesn't need to finish this; Arthur already learned it, they already went through this.

Though the thought of Arthur made her stop. She wondered where he was, what he was doing.

[dormition]

"What are you making?" Minato asks, hands in his pockets and leaning slightly over the table to watch.

He's unobtrusive, usually, more of a watcher than someone that'll interrupt - but she seems as if she'll keep working without that interruption, and he does like to meet people.

[mobilisomnia]

"It's..." Ariadne paused. No, she still wasn't awake. It took her a second to realize what she was doing. Designs, structures, buildings. She looked at the objects in her hand, what she was creating. "It's LA. Buildings, warehouses." Where they were going to kidnap Fischer.

[dormition]

"I don't think I've ever been to L.A.," he notes aloud, still peering and looking thoughtful. "This is really detailed."

[mobilisomnia]

"It'll be my first time there. I'm recreating things from blueprints and the rest." Ariadne said as she continued to cut and piece it together carefully. She looked back at the model. "I work with details."

It was true. Every little piece had its place and she had to be able to teach it to Yusef. She did teach it to Yusef. But that's how she worked. Details. Her brain could pick a part things, rearrange them, make them better. But she needed a base for it. Her models and blueprints were the start.

[elegantinmind]

Arthur appeared in the middle of the warehouse as if he had been there all along, stepping closer to the area that she occupied. He was aware that he was dreaming, that he had once again returned to the world where everyone was a dreamer, but he had never come across anyone that he actually knew in the real world there before.

"Ariadne?"

[mobilisomnia]

She was lost in thought, her current project on her mind. Ariadne didn't even hear him enter. It wasn't until he spoke that she looked up, her reverie broken. But what was she even thinking anyway? Or doing? The model was in pieces in front of her, and it took a minute to realize this was another dream.

"Arthur?" It had to actually have been him. The projection of Arthur was in the other room. Or at least she assumed he was. He was working; it's what he did most of the time anyway.

Still her eyes questioned him, and she put the blade down and the tiny wall that was going to be the maze in the hotel. There wasn't any actual need for this, now that it was a dream - now that she knew it was a dream. Her hand went to her pocket, despite her assurance that this was not reality.

"What are you doing here?"