Goodbye, Sanity~

[paradoxlol]

Have you known such a savoury grief as I

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Private.

[thegooddrjones]

Arthur love, can I come see you?

Private.

[paradoxlol]

Why? [PARANOIA.]

Private.

[thegooddrjones]

I just want to check and see if you're alright. I'm a doctor, and I'm you're friend and I'm here to help.

Private.

[paradoxlol]

I don't need a doctor, Martha.

[paradoxlol]

[Arthur's voice is flat, as though he's reciting something, like, OHHHH, notes.] "Emil Blonsky is military trained. Highly unstable and aggressive, prone to violent outbursts. Treat with caution."

[paradoxlol]

No, I don't know that.

Private

[drafting_dreams]

Arthur, what's going on? You shouldn't be talking like this. [You're giving too much information away D:]

Private

[paradoxlol]

I'm finally waking up, Ariadne.

Private- Also is there a posting order or anything for his log?

[drafting_dreams]

You're already awake. This is reality, not a dream! Where's your totem, Arthur?

Private- Perry's going to be the one who ultimately stops him, but other than that, NOPE

[paradoxlol]

My what?

[Private]

[imaginationlol]

Had a bit too much free scotch, Arthur? I haven't heard you recite french poetry in ages. [His tone suggest innuendo there, because it's Eames.]

[Private]

[paradoxlol]

I'm completely sober, Mr. Eames. [NO PLAYFULNESS AT ALL.] Why haven't you given him a kick yet? [Him being Crane, because he MIGHT BE A PART OF FISCHER, YOU KNOW.]

[Private]

[imaginationlol]

Which one? [He keeps up, mostly.] I wasn't aware there was a kick to give.

[Private]

[paradoxlol]

[Wryly.] Let me guess: your totem tells you this is reality. [THERE IS A TOTEM CONSPIRACY.]