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[ The video turns on to show a woman, her brunette hair still damp, curling strands beginning to fall over her face.

She doesn't look scared but her brows knit closer together, as she gives the device in her hand a look of confusion, mixed with subtle awe; an attempt to make sense of all of this. ]

A ship?...I don't understand. [ She speaks. At first it's a mutter, her French accent subtle, but noticeable. It's not that she does not understand where she is; it almost sounds a bit deeper-- a lack of understanding as to why she was here, rather than anything else. She's looking around, then casts a glance to her arm and the new, unwanted tattoo there.

It's probably a play of the shadows, but her shoulders give a single, small quiver before she swallows, straightens, as the sound of a door sliding open can be heard; she averts her gaze form the screen, into her new 'quarters'. ] Dom?

[ A blink; a beat. ] This is not the reality i was meant to wake up to.

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I'd say it makes more sense the longer you stay here, Miss, but I ain't exactly found that to be true.

[ There's a moment of pause, where she blinks.

He looks familiar; too familiar. Dom?

Her brows knit together, briefly. For now, though, her answer is numb; she's still adjusting, you could say. ]

You've been here a while?

Just a few days. My name's Jack, Miss, Jack Dawson. Are you all right?

Dun think it's somethin' any of us expected t'wake up to, luv.

I dunno if it's any consolation, but I don't think anybody here really understands what's going on.

It's a reality nevertheless. [ He's solemn in that aspect; that they're still in some shred of sanity, however pointless it is to refute. Certainly not Erik's world, certainly not hers, but it's one. ]

But one you're not obligated to accept.

It's not what a lot of us are meant to wake up to.

[ But this girl pings on Crane's radar--enough for him to pick up relative interest, enough for him to turn the video on and reply with a small, gentle smile. ]

And unfortunately, there's no one on the ship who's name is Dom. Give it time, they might arrive on the next jump.

It's doubtful that this is a reality anyone expects to wake up to.
While there are those who've come and gone, no one actually knows or understands how it happens.
Turns out that you're in good company with a number of others who're also removed from wherever they were from and are now confined aboard this spacecraft.

Mallorie Cobb.

[ A beat. ]

I'm fine. [ Dismissing it, really. ]

So you don't know much about this place then?

This is some sort of ship?

[ There's a silent agreement to his statement though. ]

Perhaps that only adds to the confusion. If nobody understands, then not many can answer questions?

[ There's a slight curl to her brow, momentarily, as she looks to her screen.

She wasn't sure what she was talking to, what she was acknowledging: projection or reality. But that uncertainty was not a new feeling to her.

She would address this issue, her own issue, later on. For now, she still had to find her bearings. Understand some things, understand the structure or this world. Regardless of whether she was in the constructs of someone's mind or not. ] So this is a ship-- [ Throwing a quick look around her, gauging the materials of this machine. Construction wise, this was...too modern to be a ship made for the sea... ]

[ A beat, snapping her attention back to him. ] Next jump?

Reality... [ She echoes the word, with a subtle lilt to her voice, a subtle air of amusement. How do you know? she wanted to ask.

Because reality was a concept that she had seemed to loose long ago, and yet chase after for quite some time. ]

And did you accept it?

[ A pause. ] Enough to perhaps explain some things?

This is a spaceship then? And there is no reason for anyone being here?

[He gives a half shrug.]

Aye. A ship of sorts. We ain't exactly sailin' through water, we're sailin through space.

Pretty much. We've been having to figure things out pretty much on our own. I guess there's a couple of people running the place, but honestly I thought it was a joke up until recently.

It's a spaceship as far as I've been told,
But it's not like there's any windows around to offer a romantic view of the dark space lit by stars glimmering from light-years away.
Some passengers have particularly unsavory theories as to why we're here.
Unfortunately, we have no way of either verifying any.
Aside from that, have you seen anyone from where you came from here?

[he doesn't use it often, but she's...

Tate can't put his finger on it. but her confusion and soft distress draws him like a moth to flame.

either way, the image clicks to life to this blonde haired dark eyed teenager.]

I don't think this is what any of us wanted to wake up to.

[ She should have asked regardless, a conversation that could have led to somewhere interesting, inexperienced as he was in matters such as that beyond the ones he had constructed as a means of coping. ]

It's one I feel you have no choice but to accept. [ There's a number of ways Erik could say there's definitive proof, the numbers etched into his arm for one, his own ability granting him a sort of awareness he otherwise wouldn't, and then some. ] Ridiculous as it sounds, you're on board a spaceship in an uncharted location. I'd explain more, but I believe that's where reality stops making sense.

[ Give her a little bit of time, because it's certainly a question that is unlikely to leave her mind any time soon.

Especially with what he is telling her. ]

There is always a choice. What we accept isn't always true. [ It's a passing remark, accompanied by an unseen, single-shoulder shrug. Like her world. She knew it wasn't true.

And as for this one? Was she stuck in another dream that everyone thought was real? Was this actually real? ]

[ A small sigh; spaceship. She's heard as much, as it seems to be one of the few consistencies in what others have said. She makes a small sound of acknowledgement.

There's a beat. ]

How do you know? How do you know that this is real? [ He said it stops making sense, and yet he says he accepts it... The question will always be there with her, so might as well voice it. This man seemed to be more...aware, with all his talk of 'reality'. Or maybe he was a projection feeding her her own doubts.

She wasn't sure. ]

The next jump--from what the rest of the crew has been able to tell, there's a series of jumps. We gather more people during each jump, for reasons unknown.

A spaceship then?

...And have you been here long?

But from what I've seen... the people here are from different times, centuries, even.

[ A head tilt. Though she is mildly unsettled, she's curious. ] Is such a thing even possible?

[ The moment Ariadne saw the woman appear on the screen, her mind went into a panic, just trying to figure out why she would be here - and why now?

So it took Ariadne a good while (and long deliberation) to reply. More for her need to figure out the best approach to the situation she seemed to be in now. And when she does, it's clear she is looking more scared then anything (something Mal tends to bring out in her.), as she asks hesitantly: ]

What are you doing here, Mal?

[ The confusion is still there, seen from the gentle crease on her forehead.

But the distress is somewhat gone, replaced by something very close to...impatience? Impatience to understand this entire thing. To perhaps find answers to her questions; to her deeper-set doubt.]

And yet here we are.

...On a spaceship, of all places.

[ Mal starts lightly at the mention of her name, from a face she simply did not recognize.

But one who apparently knew her. A projection, perhaps?

Because simply, the question whether this entire ship was real or not...was still one that needed answering. And one that she didn't think she would hear an answer to any time soon.

But this girl...did she look scared? Mal's look is by no means harsh- it's questioning, seeing the subtle crease between her brows. ]

You know me. [ A statement. No...it shouldn't be a statement.

A beat. ]

Should I know you?

[ Ariadne doesn't say anything for a moment, not feeling the need to explain just how she knows her. Instead she just sits there, looking more and more confused by the minute, as her eyes just scan over the woman on the other end of the device, just looking for some explanation.

This shouldn't be happening - Mal shouldn't be here, that much she knows or more assumes. And it's obvious by Mal's expression; she has no idea who she is - which makes no sense whatsoever, because Mal should know her. (at least that is what she assumes about a shade)

There's a small hitch in her breath then and she is finally stating in a hush. ] You're not real.

[ She doesn't expect her to agree with the comment - frankly it was just her thinking out loud. So she's quickly adding to her words, just looking for any form of understanding that she can get. ]

What do you want, Mal?

[ It's clear that this woman terrifies her, but the need to find the answers here really is outweighing anything that is telling her to stay away. (it doesn't hurt, she can't hurt her via the device as well) ]

[ And Mal carefully studies the girl through the small screen of her device.

You're not real, she said. At that, Mal's shoulders visibly square, a light tension straightening her spine.

She was real. It's the rest of this place that was put under doubt. It's the rest of this ship that could simply be projections, and simply, Mal needed to wake up. For the second time, it would seem. ]

And you may not be either. [ It was as much a passing comment as Ariadne's was. Cool in nature, but not hostile.

At the next question, she blinks, eyes narrowing slightly, briefly. There's a subtle motion in her jaw as it sets, right before there's a single, surprising shadow of a smile that curves one corner of her lips for a beating instant. ]

I want to wake up, [ there's a head tilt. ] I want my life back. [ Though she assumed this girl meant what did she want here. A question which, in itself, did not have an answer in Mal's mind. ]

[ Her gaze steels itself now, after the answer, with some unspoken demand. ] Who are you?

[ A pause, short, before adding to her first question, after appearing to take note of something about the girl. ]

....Why are you afraid?

Not a ton. Just enough to make my way through it and not get lost when I try and go to the showers.

[He gives a nod.]

Aye. That'd be it.

[He gives a shrug.]

Been here 'bout four months?

I didn't think it was. Certainly wasn't possible where I'm from...

[ He'll trail off, shrug a bit. A simple sheepish smile. ]

But we're here.

[ Yet again, if this was a dream, which she thought was a very likely possibility, something like this would be possible?

Though, admittedly, a bit imaginative. ]

And where is that? That you're from?

[ A beat. ] And you accepted being here as truth then?

A planet called Earth, the year 2008. Gotham City, to be exact. Yourself?

[ It's a difficult question for certain, but Erik isn't going to shrug it off and refuse to answer, because while he's accepted the current situation at hand, it doesn't mean he's inclined to accept the overall understanding of the ship. ]

What I've accepted has nothing to do with the ship. [ But what Erik has accepted aboard here, is entirely different, and he's still struggling to come to terms with it. ] The Tranquility is merely a temporary concession, an intermediate where I have yet to see anything that defies reality. I'm in control of my senses and past, what else do you want?

[ Erik pauses for a second before continuing. ]

Unless of course, there's something else I'm missing?

[ mal. mal was the one that wasn't real. she was someone's shade. someone's guilt hidden deep inside. something she only thought cobb himself had buried within him. but cobb wasn't here. so she ultimately was left confused here, not fully sure as to how she should even begin to grasp any of this. (please don't be arthur's shade)

"and you may not be either." that simple idea had ariadne's eyes closing for a moment, just wanting to remind herself, just how real she was. because with all that had been going on lately (namely the changes in arthur), she never wanted to question her existence in any way. because she needed to stay focused, to be the one still grounded in what was real and what wasn't. ]

I'm real. [ her voices is cracked and almost a whisper then, as her eyes are opening once again, looking to the woman on the other end of the device, attempting to find her next few words.

a beat and she is adding: ] ...I'm Ariadne.

[ she pauses then, her breath catching slight as she does, letting her eyes drift away from the screen for a moment as she again attempts to find her proper words. because how does this woman not know her? and how does she even begin to describes just how much she scared her? (mal, why are you doing this?)

her attention back on to mal then, looking more curious then anything, as her eyes scan over all the features that the other woman has,

finally stating: ]

Cobb. He's not here, Mal. It's just Arthur and I.

Edited 2012-04-23 23:00 (UTC)

With aliens and everything. Theory is that we were abducted, it's the how and by who that's up in the air.

[ she was no one's guilt. not yet. or perhaps she was, already, even before she had decided to jump. maybe it was as the idea was changing her, as cobb's insurmountable guilt grew, which later manifested itself in mal's image.

watching the girl, this ariadne, mal's eyes narrow just a fraction, as she looks at the screen with an expression of sudden, subtle amusement and smugness, and understanding and...pity, all at once. she saw the wavering motion, the girl's eyes sliding shut; it was a reaction, one that mal understood, identified. it was the reluctance to question what was real. her gaze is softened then, if only a small bit. ]

And this place. Is it real too, Ariadne? [because even if this girl was real in some reality, was this spacecraft that reality, or was it some other place entirely? mal wasn't sure.

she lets her question on why she was so scared go unanswered, so far. she's curious yes, but ariadne's last statement makes her blink-- a moment of surprise, perhaps- forehead creasing as her features threaten to lift to a frown. ] ...and my children? [ it comes out as an automatic, impulsive question, a slip of the tongue perhaps, before mal turns to ask more. ]

How do you know him? Them? [ it comes out steeled, sharper than the last question mal has asked, her eyes focusing on the girl. she wanted answers. whosever projection this ariadne was, or whosever subconscience they were in, mal was in (or was it reality, finally? but then, where was her husband? her children?), this one had them. mal needed to know.

or needed to find arthur. ] How do you know me when I have never met you? [ of course, mal could come up with several options. perhaps ariadne had worked with arthur? dom? but dom would have told her, she would have known. she would've remembered someone like ariadne. ]

I don't want it to be. [ because if it was real, that would mean she could have very well lost track of reality. (she would become mal.) and the idea alone was more terrifying then what she was dealing with now.

a small sigh escaped her then, letting her expression turn almost somber as she looked at the woman on the other end of the device, mentally putting her next few thoughts together before she finally added: ] Because you shouldn't be here, Mal. You're Dead. You died and left people to pick up the pieces.

[ she sounds almost saddened by that then. as she may not have known the real mal, but the assumption to how much she effected people around her was clearly in her mind and for that, she hated how it all came to be for them. ] And James and Phillipa -- they are home with their father now.

[ or she hoped that was the case, because as of now, she honestly had no idea anymore if she even got off that damn plane in la.

a pause and her expression almost is pained, as she is quietly thinking out her next words - just wanting them to be the right words for whatever this was.

finally speaking in a hushed tone: ] And I'm the architect that helped Cobb get home to them.

[ perhaps it doesn't explain anything as to how she knows the woman, but it should be enough to know she knows about dreams and what they mean to people. ]

Edited 2012-04-27 22:22 (UTC)

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