atrium 〣 001 〣 video

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[ This is not the first time Ariadne's found herself in a city and, looking back, can't quite remember how she's gotten there. Which means only one assumption: dream. The question then becomes whose dream. When she clicks the video stream on her oh-so-conveniently provided device, her expression is a very speculative shade of bemused.Alright, so

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Do some cities cease to exist just because someone doesn't know of them? Then again, it's all a bit too existential for my taste.

Ariadne.

[ There's no use pretending they don't know each other, suspicious nature of this particular dream or no - she's already uttered both his name and Arthur's, the former being relatively uncommon. ]

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[ Ariadne's brow pinches and she gives the device a shake, as if doing so will suddenly make it spit out of a picture of the man she knows is on the other side of that voice. She presses a few buttons, frowns and then stops frowning so that she can go back to looking wry. ]

I can draw you a diagram if you want. Took a seminar last summer on visualization that I'm sure would've made your toes curl with boredom. [ A beat, then she flickers a smile. Understated. ] Eames.

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[ Eames angles the device away while Ariadne shakes it, and it isn't until afterward that he slides his own toward video. His eyes cant to the side, briefly, before focusing back on the screen. Does she remember her last stay here? He doesn't need to ask to recognize the fact that she doesn't. ]

Maybe at a later date, yeah?

We ought to catch up. [ On several things. ] Where are you now?

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[ Ariadne lifts the camera and does a slow pan 360 of her surroundings. Unsurprisingly, she's by the fountain which sputters away less than cheerfully somewhere behind her. When the view finds her face again, her eyebrows are lifted, maybe a little speculative. ]

Feel like cluing me in on what's going on?

[ This is, of course, non-negotiable. And she doesn't seem to want to wait. ]

[totallyinaband]

Uh, you're not asleep. This is the City. Sorry?

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[ Stephen Stills, have the most speculative face ever. ]

The City. As in 'capital' C?

[totallyinaband]

[Dang, that is one speculative face.]

Yeah, kinda lame, I know. But so far no one's come up with a better name for it.

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[ Guard yourself, son. For it gets far worse if you wake the sleeping dragon. ]

'No one' being...?

[ Projections, she's assuming. But she's curious what Mr. Facial Hair Projection will say. ]

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Ariadne?

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[ Ariadne blinks, startled slightly by the unfamiliar voice that was most certainly addressing her by name. But this is a dream, she tells herself. A dream and a test. ]

Who's asking?

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Kenny Potter.

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[ This sounds like the beginning of a really bad joke. ]

And Kenny Potter is...? [ A beat and she adds: ] Beyond 'you'. Obviously.

[threadthefire]

Ariadne? You're back as well?

[ a good portion of time AFTER her original post ]

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So people keep telling me.

[threadthefire]

You don't remember?

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Not at all. I've gotten something like Cliffnotes. Or at least one person's version of the story.

Care to contribute?

TXT

[pyromatique]

Ariadne, right? You got a twin somewhere back in New York?

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[ After staring at said text message DUBIOUSLY for a while. ]

Not that I know of.

TXT

[pyromatique]

You a mutant?

[ txt ]

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[ EVEN MORE STARING HAPPENS. ]

No. Are you?