closed / incomplete

[signatures]

When; Sunday, midday.
Rating; PG
Characters; elevatorkick, musntbeboring & construire
Summary; Eames arrives, concerned and a little hungry.
Log;

[ While Eames might, on any other day, have been impressed by his surroundings - the amount of detail in the buildings was to be appreciated, certainly, alongside the massive carousel in the center of town that gave the entire area a romantic appeal - today wasn't that day. Regardless of the suggestion (possibility, even, fact was a bit of a stretch until they were up in the real world with enough time for Fischer to truly decide to disband his father's company) that the idea had taken, that hardly meant you could go about changing things all willy-nilly. He'd been looking forward to a reprieve from the man's militarized subconscious coming after them like bulls, not to re-anger them by disturbing their environment. They still had a whole week to wait out the effects of the sedative - plenty of time for Fischer to experience enough self-doubt to reverse their efforts entirely without provocation. Replacing the knowledge that this layer was supposed to be Fischer's reality to having him realize it was simply another dream would be, put lightly, suicide.

To be rather frank, Eames was bloody tired of this job. He was also, as it were, hungry - which seemed an odd feeling, for being in a dream. His first experience of it, actually. ]

Comments

[windsorknot.livejournal.com]

Exactly.

[He thinks back to his first night spent in the city and the dozens of times he'd tested out his totem.]

If I were to use my totem as my only basis for determining reality, then I'd have to conclude that this is, in fact, real.

[construire.livejournal.com]

What if this could be real?

[signatures]

[ Eames gazes at her, eyebrows raising. ]

[windsorknot.livejournal.com]

[Arthur's response to Ariadne's question is a simple shrug.]

I'm not ruling that possibility out, as unlikely as I believe it is.

[construire.livejournal.com]

Six months ago, if someone had told me that I could enter people's minds and share dreams, I would have discarded it as pure fantasy.

[signatures]

There are mechanics to that, though. Certainly doesn't mean I'm going to begin believing mermaids are real.

[windsorknot.livejournal.com]

If you'd told someone fifty years ago about modern computers, they'd have said the same thing, Ariadne. The PASIV and the somnacin compound used to induce the dream state both have a very clear scientific basis, as fantastical as they may seem.

There's no logical explanation for most of what exists here. Like the deities. Or the curses and their effects.

[construire.livejournal.com]

What if there's a concrete basis for all of this? We just haven't found it yet.



None this makes sense.

[signatures]

When we find it, then I suggest we play with the idea of this being reality. Fantasizing of it before the fact is a steep slope. Down the rabbit hole, if you will.

[ Leans back in the booth, sliding the phone he'd left on the table towards him to begin toying with it. ]

If you've been here for a month, I'm guessing you've found residence, yeah?

[windsorknot.livejournal.com]

Like Eames said, we'll consider that when we've exhausted every other explanation. This is exactly why limbo is so dangerous. If you spend long enough down here, it can easily become your reality. Even if we can't rely on our totems, Ariadne, we can't let ourselves lose sight of what's real and what isn't. [Which is why he intends to make his stay here as short as possible.]

[construire.livejournal.com]

You're right, we can't rely on conjecture. But that applies to all other explanations. Limbo makes the most sense, but is it? We need grounded reasoning, not just the most convenient one.

I've said it before: I've been down there, and this is nothing like it. When we say it's another region within limbo, we're only guessing.



We shouldn't set up the kicks right away.

[signatures]

Then we'll start from square one.

[ Reaches over to the end of the table closest to the wall, fetching a toothpick from a dispenser there. ]

Regardless of our memories, the sedative is likely still in effect.

[windsorknot.livejournal.com]

[Ariadne had a point. She was the only one amongst their group that had actually been to limbo. Cobb was most likely the only one who could shed any real light on the situation, but so far Arthur hadn't been able to locate him in the city. If he was even in this city at all.]

Either extreme explanation is convenient, if you think about it. We could just accept this as reality and choose to believe that alternate dimensions really exist. It would make things simpler, in a way. I'm just basing my reasoning on the fact that before I arrived here, I was definitely dreaming.

[He shoots Eames a questioning look.]

And if it is?

[construire.livejournal.com]

And I was sure I wasn't dreaming. The bottom line is— if we're dreaming, the sedative should wear off. But if we're in limbo, we might be trapped here for years. Unless we ride a kick out. Otherwise, we're in an alternate dimension, waiting until we can leave.



If we pick the wrong answer, we could kill ourselves.

[signatures]

[ Eames scratches the shell of his ear. ]

Then what do you suggest? Waiting it out, then? You've already been here a month, to what progress.

[windsorknot.livejournal.com]

I say we wait until we have more information before we resort to anything drastic. As convinced as I am that this is limbo, there's still a lot I intend to look into regarding how this place works. Between the three of us, we should be able to figure something out.