Ariadne (![]() ![]() @ 2012-04-03 20:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, {ariadne, {radical edward |
Characters: Ariadne and Open
When: Late Tuesday afternoon
Location: Parlor Car #5
Warnings/Rating: None anticipated, will edit if changes
Summary: Ariadne's trying to get some information about this place. She gets more than she expected (dealing with the info pheromone)
Status: Plot, open, ongoing
Note: Info here, would like same for anyone tagging in.
Ariadne had finally (mostly) accepted that this was reality. Not her own reality, apparently, which made it a bit harder to swallow but her totem kept saying it was and, anyway, she couldn't think of any reason she would be in someone else's dream. She'd been using a pseudonym on any of the documents she'd had to show during the job, and she trusted that Arthur knew his job well enough that she was safely unknown under her own name.
So, for lack of any real evidence to the contrary, she had to accept this was real. Having accomplished that for the most part, she wanted to find out as much as she could. Which had meant, after cleaning herself up, wandering the surrounding cars. While a pretty social person, she didn't feel quite like just randomly knocking on doors, so the sleeper car hadn't held her interest long. Finding herself in a car with books, though, that did the trick. If what everyone last night said was true, then maybe some of them were from somewhere besides the reality she knew and would at least lend a little more credence to the whole thing.
"Damn it," she muttered when she was unable to really read the titles of anything on the upper shelves. Sometimes, she really hated being so short. Sure, there were chairs she could drag over, but it was terribly inconvenient.