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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 hand leaves his shoulder but she stays next to him and looks around the landscape. absentmindedly she traces some letters (ztf) in the dirt and brushes them away again. she isn't panicking because he isn't thought part of her mind thinks that this place isn't one they should be in. ]

Do you know what's happening?

[ he watches her trace the letters curiously, head cocked to the side. he shifts when she asks her question, seeming to curl in on himself a little. ]

The planet's dying. Part of it, at least.

[ she nods and sits down properly next to him. ]

I know a universe like that. Things keep dying out. Wormholes open up and eat up parts of it. It's wearing thin and there's nothing that can be done to save it in the end.

That's... not exactly what's happening.

[ there's suddenly a plant springing out of the earth in front of them and it looks like it might grow healthily... before it, too starts turning to dust. ]

It was a famine. But it didn't just kill the food.

The whole planet starved?

[ olivia keeps looking around the place, as if taking the scene in again and again could make it seem more real, but it doesn't. ]

Not the whole planet. It was a colony so there weren't many people there.

[ he shrugs and starts tugging up some dead weeds so he's got something to do with his hands. ]

Not everyone starved. Some just... died.

[ olivia sits still other than looking around. it's not in her nature to fidget or anytihng. ]

Died not because of starvation?

Yep.

[ he's not going to say any more than that, though. ]

[ she sits in silence because she doesn't know what to say and silence is the best solution for that problem. he clearly doesn't want to talk about this more, which is fine. it's scary, in a remote sort of way. eventually she looks back at him and comes up with something to say. ]

Is that your blood?

I don't think so.

[ he says as he starts picking at the dried flakes on his hand. it just comes off, no new bleeding, which is a good thing. ]

That's good. Do you know whose it is?

[ she's watching him take the blood off carefully. just to make sure that it's really not his. ]

I've got no idea.

[ most of it flakes of fairly easily, but his hands still have a slight red stain to them. ]

[ carefully and slowly, as if she's never really done it before, olivia puts a hand on his. a comforting sort of touch, especially from her. she doesn't say anything, just glances at him as if to see if it's okay. ]

[ he laces her fingers through hers and gives her hand a little squeeze. the gesture is very much appreciated. ]

I hate this place.

[ that gets a small smile from olivia and she shifts slightly so their shoulders are touching. even though this isn't her dream and it doesn't have any particular significance to her, it still rings the bell of some far off memory; she doesn't like this place either. ]

Can we leave, then?

Not until the ships come.

[ he looks up at the sky, so different from earth's, and frowns again. ]

[ olivia looks with him. the feeling of looking up at an unfamiliar sky is somehow one that she's experienced before, but doesn't think on that. ]

When are they going to come?

Too late.

[ jim, honey, that's not a time. ]

[ she gives his hand a small squeeze. ]

I'll wait with you, then.

Thank you.

Always.

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