6th Kick || 4th Wall Day

[windsorknot]

[ There's a rustle of what sounds like a plastic bag and then the sound of someone muttering under his breath. ]

Considering how the City's population usually doesn't double over night, I'm assuming this is another curse?

For once I'm failing to see the theme behind this one.

[ His voice is followed by more plastic bag rustling and the sound of

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[up_my_sleeves]

Maybe it's an attempt to overwhelm your population.

[windsorknot]

So we'd all suffer from a slow depletion of resources?

[ He considers this for a moment or two. ]

It's possible.

[up_my_sleeves]

Slow but effective.

Believe me, no one asked us first.

[windsorknot]

Seems too complicated for this place.

So you just appeared here all of a sudden?

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[scarygoodatit]

Everything round these parts have a theme?

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[windsorknot]

Most of the time, yes.

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[scarygoodatit]

Sounds a bit unpleasant.

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[windsorknot]

It can be. Depends on the theme.

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[gravitybang]

[ Arthur was focused too intently on his distant surroundings to take much notice as to where he was putting his feet, and it wasn't long after his sudden and abrupt arrival into this... oddly placed city (a natural dream? He doesn't remember falling asleep on the plane, not while waiting to see if Cobb would wake) before he bumped shoulders sharply with someone. His gaze snapped to the side, an apology on his tongue, but he pauses.

The Hell? ]

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[windsorknot]

[ Considering this is about the billionth time this has happened today, Arthur doesn't think too much of it. He turns to his side to at least get a glimpse of whoever it was, expecting them to walk past like everyone else has been. Except he finds himself staring into what seems to be a very odd mirror. Or not.

A trick. A curse. Projection? A forger? At this point his mind's racing trying to think of anything to explain this. ]

Not funny. [ Whether he's saying that to himself or this apparently doppelganger is anyone's guess. ]

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[gravitybang]

[ To him, the answer is obvious. Well, somewhat. It's his first initial reaction, in any case. ]

Definitely not. Drop it, Eames.

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[windsorknot]

[ It's like the words were torn right out of his mouth. Well, maybe not exactly since Eames can't forge here. Right? Though if Eames suddenly did regain his ability to forge, this seemed like the first thing he'd do.

...Dammit. ]

I could say the same to you. [ He waits for a reaction-any kind of reaction-from his doppelganger. Anything to give him some kind of clue as to what the hell is going on. ]

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[iceberged]

Maybe there isn't a theme -- just one big free-for-all.

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[windsorknot]

Cobb? I told you not to leave the apartment.

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[iceberged]

You know, you're the second guy who's mistaken me for this corn on the cob guy -- well not really corn on the cob if there're two b's but still.

Not him, sorry. [ you can hear a congenial smile here anyway ]

Name's Jack, Jack Dawson.

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[windsorknot]

[ Something about this doesn't add up. The voice does sound younger. Still, the resemblance is uncanny to say the least. ]

What did the first guy sound like?

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[headbutted]

Lord, place the steel of the Holy Spirit in my spine and the love of the Virgin Mary in my heart...

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[windsorknot]

[ Oh what the hell. ]

Excuse me?

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[headbutted]

I'm born and raised in this city and can't for the life of me once find my way.

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[windsorknot]

And what city would that be?