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WHO: The Dreamers; Inception crew + Arthur
WHERE: The Dreaming
WHEN: Thursday the 3rd and ongoing for a few days, until Arthur wakes up.
WARNINGS: Please warn in thread subjects!
SUMMARY: Arthur's powers go out of control, and the innocent (?) cityzens are affected.
FORMAT: As you like it! Please label your threads if they're open for other dreamers or just specific characters!

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The man came out of the vent!

[The boy stares up at John, then back at Sherlock, and then he looks down, away. Whatever this is, it's none of his business.

Arthur shows up a moment later, pulling his projection away.]

[Sherlock blinks and suddenly there's a man instead of a boy. In dream logic, of course, he doesn't find this strange at all, especially since the man and the boy share the same face, aged up.

There's a flicker of recognition across his face and Oxford shifts slightly, as if the grass is now in central park... But he can't quite link the face to a name, though he knows he should - knows he could - but it just isn't there.

Something nagging at the back of his brain... fanfiction...?]

I - but he couldn't have, it was too small. Are you sure that you saw... [But he was frowning, his voice trailing off, and they were fully in Central Park, now.]

[Arthur is about to scowl, but he softens it at the last instant, which just makes him look slightly irritated instead of actively angry.]

Do you usually listen to the words of ten year olds?

[At least this man's subconscious isn't on the warpath]

[Sherlock's eyes narrow and he looks at the man, really looks, and the details jump and he can see the lapel of the suit and the hair product and the shoes and the slight twitch in the lips.]

Children are often a much more reliable witness. [But the case isn't solved and Watson is looking at him quizzically and there are seven deaths, now, and only one lead. The footprints are still there, blood blazing a trail into the trees, and all Sherlock wants is to be able to concentrate.]

You would know if he was lying. You would remember.

[The more Sherlock looks, the more the details sharpen, enhanced by Arthur even though it's not willing. The lines of his coat, how tailored and precise it is, the careful placement of pocket squares, the way his vest is buttoned.]

I remember he came through the vent.

And? That can't be all. The vent was so small, he must have done something to be able to get through i--

[His attention snapped to the footprints, which caused them to light up and glow like fire in the gloom. He looked back at Arthur out of the corner of his eye.]

You'll have to come with me. You can identify him.

[There was a gun in his hands, suddenly. Lestrade's gun (he pick-pocketed him when he was annoying). They had a killer to track down.]

[The Glock in Arthur's hands is almost an immediate reaction.]

No.

[Sherlock doesn't raise his gun, but his grey eyes blaze and the detail of Arthur's gun stands out and its serial number burns bright.

John, however.

John - who even a day after knowing him feels like some sort of piece of himself - has tensed ridiculously, eyes flaring at Arthur and drawing his British Army L9A1, ready to defend Sherlock at a second's notice. The cane is gone, and the hardened soldier has replaced it.]

[Sherlock's voice, however, is as cool as frosted glass.]

There's no need for dramatics.

[There is no hesitation, not even for a second.

Bang: the projection of John is down and the gun is leveled at Sherlock. In this arena, Arthur has a quick trigger finger and an even faster reaction time.]

You're right. Put your gun down.

[BANG.

Almost instantly after John drops - a split second after Arthur levels the threat - Sherlock lodges a bullet in Arthur's knee.

He raises the gun to the man's face, his body rock still but his eyes blazing fire.

He doesn't dare to look at John.]

That was a very bad idea.

[Shit - pain is in the mind, and getting shot in the knee hurts like a bitch every.

Single.

Time.

The problem is that Arthur's mind is trained for this: the dream doesn't collapse, doesn't waver, won't waver, not until he's dead. But there's a shimmer, even as Arthur yells and falls, rolling back, his gun still pointed at Sherlock]

He came in through the vent!

Yes you mentioned that.

[Sherlock is stepping closer to him, his hands deadly steady even as the anger radiated from every pore of his poised body. The anger is so intense that it's causing the dream to mutate - the place is no longer a specific place but something dark and writhing.

The Police sirens have started, and they're getting closer.]

But here's a thought. You were small enough to climb out of that vent. And you were the only one to run from the crime scene, and YOU -

[He's standing above Arthur now, and he won't look at John he won't he won't]

YOU have just made the worst mistake of your life.

[Arthur shifts, moves the gun under his own chin]

I can't be sedated I'll die and wake up.

[Except he might be sedated, that's why he can't risk dying, not if it makes him fall]

[It takes a split second for the words to register, and a fleeting unplacable expression crosses his face.

Suddenly everything around them is brought into distinct sharpness, as if Sherlock is checking everything, but now nothing is right. Now everything is shifting rolling blackness and that can't be right because it simply doesn't exist and the man wants to wake up---

The gun lowers, a mere fraction.]

... dreaming. Of course.

[Then he focuses on Arthur again and his suit and - - the gun raises again.]

What are you.

[Arthur shifts, and concentrates, and suddenly he's gone, disappeared. He's moved on to the next dream.]

[The hand drops, and Sherlock's head whips around. He's not new to lucid dreaming, of course. When one knows the detail of the world as well as he does, sometimes it is all too painfully obvious that it isn't real. But he's never quite had an encounter like that.

John's body is gone.

With a frown and a narrowing of his eyes, Sherlock slips sideways.]

[[ooc: and now sherlock is coming to troll everyone's dreams.]]

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sorry for same-iconing this but ;;

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