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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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She is.

[ it had been an unpleasant thing, telling zatanna what had happened. ]

She's healing your body. I came down to bring you back to it.

And we still don't know how.

[ eames falls silent. he has been careful to remain in the middle of the room, not to venture forwards nor back. now though, he relaxes just slightly, taking a step to the side. ]

Do you think we could make one? A kick large enough blast everyone out?

[Arthur thinks about it]

Somewhere there's going to be a room with enough C4 to try.

[ eames looks at the boy on the bed before responding. ]

Then we should get moving.

[The boy on the bed looks at Eames and moves, holding onto Eames' hand. Arthur looks away, because this is embarrassing, before he speaks.]

Come on. Through the window.

[ eames doesn't know what to do with this. but he's really not going to stop and think about it now.

this is business. which is why he heads out the window without a single remark, for once. ]

[The boy watches them leave. The apartment is on the second floor but there's a convenient tree - one Arthur's scaled more than once as a boy. Once they get to the bottom, he starts walking]

I put in a supply center nearby.

How efficient of you.

[ truth be told, eames is rather excited. he hasn't built a bomb in ages either. this whole exercise has been full of nostalgia. ]

[The projections are passing by, not watching. They're blending, even here, in the depths of Arthur's subconscious.]

It was part of my training.

Some people don't leave themselves ways out.

[ or so eames hears. ]

Some people are sloppy.

[Or so Arthur thinks. Arthur steers them into a building with a pretty innocuous looking facade.]

Or never wish to come up.

[ because that is an option. although eames will take sloppy. arthur uses the word too liberally anyway. ]

[Arthur opens the door to a room full of bomb building equipment. It all looks well-maintained, but clearly military]

If you ever do anything like that, Eames, I'll come down and collapse the dreams until you come to your senses.

Never fear, darling. I'm too fond of reality to pull such a stunt.

[ and with that eames gets to work. oh wiring bombs. eames does love it. ]

[He's got practiced hands, Arthur does. He builds with that kind of confidence]

At least someone in this business is.

[ eames bites his tongue. he won't say anything, because anything he could say would just lead to him getting his knees shot out. ]

I'm forever unique, it seems.

[ y u p ]

[Around here, who knows.]

Uniquely Eames. Pass me the C4.

With pleasure.

[ if nothing else, the blast from this should at least blow them up a few levels, if not entirely out. they can deal with things when they settle. ]

We shan't tell Zatanna I came this far down without an exit strategy.

You're right, we won't. I got shot, I don't need to be beheaded.

[He starts unraveling wires]

I'm going to owe you for this.

[If there's one thing Arthur does well, it's pay his debts.]

I think you'll be excused on merit of how relieved she'll be to see you. I, on the other hand, have no such shield.

[ eames life is hard. also, he pauses for a moment, considering that. ]

Oh?