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Dream (metamorpheus) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-11-17 18:22:00

Entry tags:

!@event, !closed, *log, ariadne, dream, eames

Who: fox!Dream, Lt. Eames, & Ariadne
What: Dream-sharing
When: Wednesday night
Where: Dreamspace
Warnings: tbd

Baku had been waiting for this opportunity for some time now. He'd been teaching the lieutenant's future self how to perfect his illusions, and he'd been gradually winning over the lady of labyrinths, but to catch them both at once? That was an opportunity he couldn't resist. He didn't tell them what he was planning--no. He wove his web of un-reality around them after they had dozed off, and waited for them to 'awake' in his world.

He was excited--perhaps even capriciously so--to see how long it would take them to realize that they were in still a dream.

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dream_bigger
2010-11-20 11:12 pm UTC (link)

"Like I thought, then," Eames replied with a small nod. He was well aware of how much he wanted to look back round at the warehouse, and initially it wasn't a problem. He was more than used to standing to attention, he could make himself not look round. But goddamnit, he knew he knew that place and he couldn't think why, and it was pissing him off.

"Baku... Morpheus... Which do you prefer? I'd like to ask a favour, if that's alright with you," he said, giving in to his irrational need to glance back at the front of the building when he finished speaking.

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	metamorpheus 2010-11-21 03:57 am UTC (link)
	Dream just shrugged his shoulders. "You name me," he said, "I answer to whatever you prefer. That's just the way it works." He let his gaze travel in the direction of the building that Eames was avoiding looking at. "Is there something in that warehouse you need to confront, Lieutenant?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

dream_bigger
2010-11-21 08:05 pm UTC (link)

"I have no idea. I can't remember yet," he admitted, crossing his arms as he looked back round at Dream, "but that's what I'd like to ask you. Is there some way you can help me to remember? Or speed up my getting memories back? If you're used to training the other version of me, it must be incredibly frustrating for you to wait for me to even begin getting close to my previous skill level. I know it's pissing me off. So, yes. Is there any way you can help?"

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	metamorpheus 2010-11-28 03:29 pm UTC (link)
	Dream looked from the warehouse to the dreamer, folding his arms in kind. "Barring any subconscious blocks our captors may have set in place to keep me from accessing my full power, yes." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

labyrinthine
2010-11-28 06:01 pm UTC (link)

"I wouldn't be surprised if they had," Ariadne said, still looking at the warehouse. "I mean, otherwise you'd be able to leave, wouldn't you?" She stepped forward, placing a hand on the center of the door. "What do you think, Eames, did you put something important in here? It doesn't feel like it." And why did she say that? Maybe being here with Morpheus was increasing what she could do.

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dream_bigger
2010-11-28 11:47 pm UTC (link)

"Excellent. And now, would you help?" he asked Dream, after realising he'd phrased things slightly incorrectly.

When he looked back at the warehouse (and started thinking that his head should be put on a swivel), he frowned to see Ariadne so close to the doors. "What is here? Do you recognise it?" he asked, even as his Heckler & Koch reappeared in his hands. The whole place was familiar, he just didn't know why. Yet. That said, if they were going in, he was going to go first.

Walking up to Ariadne, he put a hand on her shoulder and motioned for her to move back a bit, then carefully opened the door and stepped inside. And then stopped.

Arthur was there, scowling at a laptop. And Ariadne, surrounded by models and drawings. A blond man who had a look of Phillipa about him (Cobb, his memory supplied) was reading over notes at a corner desk, and oh, bloody hell, that was Yusuf sitting beside his older self, who appeared to be hooked up to a PASIV. Nobody looked up as he started walking closer to them, which was quite odd. He was sure of that. He kept a hold of his gun for the time being, and made his way over to see what was pissing Arthur off so much.

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metamorpheus
2010-11-29 10:49 pm UTC (link)

"To the best of my abilities," Dream replied, adding to himself, which ought to be pretty damn good.

He followed the pair inside, keeping his eyes, ears, and various other senses alert. The sound of the PASIV machine whispered to him softly, almost mockingly as he and his companions halted in the doorway. He held his breath, nerves coiled for action, but none of the figures in the warehouse seemed to notice them.

Good. Perhaps it was best if they keep it that way, and remained unnoticed until they were ready to be noticed. For now, he would observe.

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labyrinthine
2010-12-02 03:08 am UTC (link)

Ariadne's heart seemed to skip a beat as she walked in, but nobody inside moved. If they were projections, was that a projected PASIV? Would it work the same as the ones they had had to create the second and third levels - and to go into limbo?

She skirted around the edge of the warehouse, looking out the windows. They were showing the view that she remembered from Paris, which must have been Eames bleeding over. With a frown she shifted things again, watching her cartoon city reassert itself. The projection behind her glanced up, as if hearing her name spoken across the room, but went back to her drawings without further incident.

This was weird.

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