Doors

Mon, 20 May 2013 18:52:23 GMT

[She has made a veritable life's practice of noninterference, of letting people do what they do as long as they leave her out of it unless she wants in, of making so few demands and investments that it is odd to have one fail to make a return--not because of blithe expectation but merely because of logic, because of cause leading to effect, because of weight applied to precision points operating as any fulcrum does. She doesn't see much of Ford--less than she does of most people, really. She didn't have any right to expect an answer to her question, automatic and instinctive regurgitation of truth when prompted--but she did. She knew it was absurd, so she refused to dwell on it or pursue it or be angered by it--and so it festered, circled around in her head like a dog unable to find just the right spot on his favorite old blanket, drove Eames vaguely mad with its sideways insinuations into every little thing, drove her even more mad with its refusal to give up and die away into the gray blankness she had liked to imagine her aura being, once upon a time years ago when she was sixteen and barefoot, sprawled on a trailer floor and listening to lady talk (more like watching her mouth move, but technicalities) about what all the colors meant while they passed a hand-rolled cigarette back and forth.

That runaway collection of absurdity, that weird blend of nostalgia and disgust and weird bruised anger, was why Lex was already en route to working her way through a bottle of Southern Comfort at 2:30 on a Monday. Her kitchen table was covered with paper--lazy drawlings, Eames' scrawl and her neater handwriting intermixing amongst the half-intoxicated piecemeal artwork of two minds rendered up by one set of neat, quick fingers. She was drunk enough not to notice when she pulled the wrong notebook closer and flipped it open, drunk enough to start scrawling a picture of a woman she'd seen but not met last time they went through Eames' door, a forge that he had offered up as a laughing example in response to one or another of her vaguely, politely off-color queries. Eames drew things out of her that the Southern Comfort didn't: proper grammar and laughter, as she let him take the left hand and kept working with the right. It was a weird slice of nothing that they sketched out, pencils jarring the paper oddly with both hands occupied, nothing but the bottle to hold it steady. No, she scrawled indignantly when he dared to sketch an illustration of the very metaphor she'd snorted at herself for making, a dog scratching restlessly at fleas, motion writ in every line of his unmoving form. Sly innocence: nooooo? No. The full stop hard and decided, as if she'd dug the pencil in violently enough to bruise the paper.]

[Campbells.]

Fri, 03 May 2013 04:04:26 GMT

So what did you do with all your cash, Asshole?

[Locked to Ford]

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 23:36:19 GMT

[Because it's the first thing she picked up on here.]

Sick?

Call to Lex C.

Sat, 06 Apr 2013 01:06:09 GMT

[At the number he's got for her, and let's hope it's a cell phone. Ring?]

locked to r. campbell

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 23:26:07 GMT

Not breakfast, check. Drinks it is, then?. When?

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 17:19:13 GMT

anyone the hell else feel like crawling out the fucking woodwork? or are we about done?

Arthur, Eames, Mal

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 01:02:15 GMT

[Locked to Arthur and Eames]

Ariadne is back. [...] she doesn't remember her time here.

[Locked to Mal]

Christmas?

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 17:16:06 GMT

[Joseph S]

It's a small world after all.

[Will L]

So, I left NY and felt bad for not calling you, so I went back last weekend, stopped by, and was told by the nice old lady who is watching your house that you moved to Vegas.

Small world. Said that twice today.

[locked to casey d, neil d, eames]

Mon, 17 Dec 2012 05:00:46 GMT

[casey d]

I honestly don't think you'll believe what happened.

[neil d]

~~have you told me everyth~~ Have you spoken to Sam yet?

[Eames]

[After this.]

Hilarious.

public

Sat, 15 Dec 2012 06:08:21 GMT

[Public; as Charlotte M]

So this is [...] weird. I'd like to return mine, please, and get on with my life. I don't particularly need to be good at solving mazes or doodling them in the margins. It'd be nice if this thing got my name right too.

[mailed to joseph s]

Sat, 15 Dec 2012 04:37:44 GMT

[A padded envelope arrives in Joseph's mailbox the morning after this. Inside is the lighter he left behind on the bar the first time they met up. There is no note.]

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 13:57:33 GMT

[Public]

I think the hotel gives weird dreams. Just saying.

[Private to Maggie O]

Drinks?

[Private to Connor B.]
[After a couple hours.]

Do you jog? I can never tell with you federal boys.

Sat, 08 Dec 2012 06:20:55 GMT

I really have no idea how this is working, or the point of it, or anything. It's at least a nice book. And it's apparently my book, though I never asked for it. Kindness of strangers, etc? Las Vegas is a strange, strange town. Do the States specialise in strange, or is it just here? I've never sorted that out, either.

So. Yes. I'm Malcolm. I'm a musician. Alliterative benefits of profession and name completely coincidental, I assure you.

inception crew + chris r, riddler

Sat, 08 Dec 2012 05:44:23 GMT

[Group Lock: Arthur, Eames, Cobb, Chris R]

Ariadne's gone. Figured you guys would want to know.

[Locked: Riddler/Anon]

Ariadne's gone. I know she would've wanted to say goodbye. I'm sorry she didn't get a chance to.

Mon, 03 Dec 2012 20:26:02 GMT

[...] Um, so, I've just learned there are BAD GUYS writing on these...well, whatever this is. Aren't there any police out there trying to stop them? We really can't go through doors just by blasting our way through, can we?

[Inception Crew.]

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 19:04:27 GMT

[Locked to Inception Crew sans Mal. For the job.]

[A full dossier on one Amanda Jane Kearns, age 18, legal US resident of New York, currently hospitalized upstate after going missing for exactly three days in the middle of November during the hurricane. Police have reason to believe her abductor was forced to vacate the place he was holding her, because she was found in an abandoned van and there is evidence he was planning on going farther than the state line. (A separate dossier on evidence gathered so far on the case. Not much. No witnesses, no DNA, no real evidence in the van, which was stolen two months ago.)

A yearbook photo is included: Amanda is slightly underweight with a happy smile and extremely long dirty blonde hair. She's fighting acne on both cheeks, but she looks untroubled by it. She is extremely ordinary.

Amanda played soccer for ten months when she was five, but is otherwise not of the athletic type. She enjoys horror movies (since age 8) and musicals (more recently at age 12), and she has been active in her high school's theatre program--the last play was Antigone and the fall musical was Oklahoma!. Her plans for theatre in her adult life brought her into conflict with her businessman father, but she's not exactly Broadway material just yet, and he has been encouraging her to apply to NYU. Her mother remarried when she was ten and lives across the country. The mother is currently staying in NY to be close to Amanda but all records show she's been mostly out of the picture since the divorce when Amanda was 2. All records indicate that the divorce was amicable and Amanda largely unfazed.

Though hardly a fashionista, her receipts over the last twenty months indicate a blossoming interest in looking good in fitted cotton-knit skirts and tights in bold colors, probably to attract the interest of one John Casey Chen, who other than being Asian bears an alarming resemblance to that vampire in Twilight. (A separate dossier, somewhat smaller, is also included on him. He plays lacrosse, has a girlfriend named Juanita, and is applying to MIT with expected success.) Arthur is 95% sure that she has an eating disorder based on interviews with her friends (Joanna and Tsukiko), and her current doctors concur; her father had no idea. (There are dossiers of each girl, both theatre friends of the same age. Tsukiko is gay and currently in a relationship with a girl named Maria. Joanna recently broke up with her boyfriend David and there has been a lot of angry text messages about what a jerk he is. Both girls are also generally quite ordinary.)

There are photos included of all of her residences since age 2 (there are only three, including her current one) and also a set of photos of her present bedroom. Amanda's favorite color is Christmas tree green, and her walls are papered with horror film posters. Arthur includes text message transcripts, which indicate a teenager's typical disregard for punctuation, grammar, and the feelings of anyone but herself. Arthur has highlighted her favorite horror films, probably to indicate he thinks her dream space is going to be very unpleasant. But there's always the hope they'll end up in Oklahoma! wheat fields, right?]

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 14:12:57 GMT

[Public]

Do you guys give gift advice? I'm wracking my brain for my new partner. He's a little bit like a strong, silent cowboy type. Minus all the cheesy Wild West stuff. Usually a giftcard to Carl's Jr does the trick, but some guys get offended.

[Private to Joker M.]

So, that ship got a leash on it?

[locked to joseph s]

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 23:22:42 GMT

[Several days after Joseph ran off from the Donovan/Alexander Thanksgiving, after a lot of debate.]

I think I've decided that scaring you off is the special skill I never knew I had.

Trystan C

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 18:52:29 GMT

[Locked to Trystan C]

Neon Museum? Friday?

[locked to joseph s]

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 03:33:21 GMT

~~i don't know if~~ ~~well, i'll follow his advice, and if it's terrible, then his loss~~

I have your lighter. You left it on the bar. Can I get it back to you?

[Locked to Eames.]

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 02:46:29 GMT

Hi. Arthur's not around. Can I ask you a favor?

[Locked to Ariadne, Arthur, Chris, and Eames]

Thu, 15 Nov 2012 11:32:31 GMT

Found us a job, but it's not one of our usuals. Let me know if you're in.

$500K per person that undertakes job
Additional $500K per person to complete objective 1
$3M bonus for completion of objective 2

Objective 1: Enter the mind of a catatonic girl to find out information about the man that abducted her. Forensics have been unable to turn up any information leading to his identity.

Objective 2: Bring her out of her catatonic state.

Time sensitive.

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 02:04:29 GMT

[After this. Someone, apparently, has been drinking a bit.]

[locked to casey d]

Someone reminded me today I wasn't you.

[locked to sam a]

I think youd be very proud of me.

[locked to eames]

I failed. YUoure welcome. Fuck it. I don't even fucking care. I consider this your fault. Find someone else to fuck you out of trobule.

[locked to joseph s]

~~I have your lighter if you ever even want to see me face again or I could make an anonymous drop in a public park or~~ ~~what is wrong with me~~ ~~someone just tell me~~ ~~christ this is pathtic~~

[Inception Crew, Individual.]

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 05:13:22 GMT

[Mal.]

I forgot how wet winter gets in Paris when it's not a dream.

[Eames.]

[After some debate.] Eames, have you been messing in my dreams?

[Ariadne.]

I left some of the chemical in a case in the warehouse for you. The key to the case is in your college mailbox. Be careful with it, okay?

[Cobb.]

I can work.

Mal

Thu, 08 Nov 2012 17:17:37 GMT

[After finally noticing this.]

[Locked to Mal]
What are you doing with Arthur now, darling?