InsaneJournal

Who: Ariadne & Arthur
Where: Guildhall & dreamspace
When: Today! Right the hell now!
Warnings: Unlikely.


Being as how they were set up in her office, since it was one of the safer rooms in the Guildhall, quiet and out of the way, Petit had been given the instructions of: 'if this timer goes off and we don't wake up, knock the chairs over, seriously.'
Arthur wasn't expecting there to be any problems, after all, they were only going to a single level down, and only for about fifteen minutes real time. There were very, very few problems that could happen with a situation like that.

They'd decided that it was safer to have Ariadne be the Dreamer, because that way she could change things with impunity, her head, her projections, her free rein, he wasn't about to take that from her.

He'd only gone under once in the time he'd been here, when he was helping Pixel test a new mix, not the one he was using at the moment, because they could do without the eye-searing technicolor, but even after that long he'd still made sure to clean and maintain the PASIV on a regular basis, just so he didn't forget how. He arched a brow over at Ariadne, a small smile catching at the corners of his mouth, "Ready for this?"