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Tweak says, "what up chicken butt"

ariadne (labyrinthine) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-03-27 20:34:00

Entry tags:

!@event, !closed, ariadne, arthur, eames

Who: Ariadne, Arthur and Eames
What: A little bit of what Ariadne's been up to in the past few days, and finding out whether these new powers follow everyone into dreams.
Where: The Dreaming
When: Sunday evening
Rating/Status: Probably PG-13 for language, closed/incomplete

The sky was opalescent and the trees were shaded a delicate mauve, their silvery trunks bending lightly in the breeze over a hill of lavender-green grass. Ahead, a collection of spires rose out of the water, their reflections seeming to defy the eye's ability to comprehend them. Were they a single unit or did they merely rotate around each other? Were they made of glass, or ice, or impossible towers of water rising and holding themselves above the pool?

A hint of tuberose was in the air, and the ozonic spark of a storm coming. A flock of birds with too many wings flew past, their calls musical and resonant like oboes. The spires thrummed deeply with the noise, echoing it back as if a bassoon had caught the melody of the birds' cries and repeated it in its own register.

Ariadne's voice floated over the hillside. "I know it's a bit eighties-fantasy-novel-cover, but I wanted to get that sky right, and the rest of it seemed to follow." She couldn't be seen but her voice sounded as if it was coming from nearby.

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the_pointman
2011-03-28 05:10 pm UTC (link)

Arthur faltered just slightly as he began to take Eames' hand. From the moment he took it, to the time he'd sat down, his eyes hadn't left the forger's. Mainly because they were completely blacked out. Oh yes, there was the fangs but the eyes were a bit more startling variable. "Your thirst may be gone, but your teeth and eyes seemed to have followed you here."

Normally non-handsy, Arthur couldn't help but examine more closely. When he was done, the corners of his mouth turned up lightly, "It's a shame, I know a really good dentist and ophthalmologist back home."

	the_pointman 2011-03-30 01:12 am UTC (link)
	Eames' words even stung Arthur. Enough so that Arthur's hand squeezed in the forger's. "Eames.." The corners of Arthur's mouth drew down, "It's...it's not that we don't like it. There are just a few, well, variables that are off." His jaw tightened as he continued, "And I can't go back right now. I'm a little...worked up." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	the_pointman 2011-03-30 11:53 am UTC (link)
	Arthur gave Eames' hand one final squeeze before walking over near Ariadne, sitting down on the ground with his feet out in front of him. His hair had started to loosen around his face and the task of getting it to stick back up didn't seem as daunting as wanting to try and bring balance back to all the things that were very wrong. [ooc: DONT' WANNA GO TO WORK] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)