The Truth Meme!

[inconstantly]

 

 
 

• Leave your character's name in the comment section.
• Characters ask one another questions, all replies must be truthful.
• Have fun, no lying.

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Arthur "specificity, you know, specificity?" [redacted]

[pointedlook]

[omniavincit]

What keeps you coming back? [ To the real world, he means. ]

[pointedlook]

My friend killed herself because she thought the real world was a dream.

[ He'll never make that mistake, not after what he watched Mal and subsequently, Dom go through. ]

Besides, is it really a feat if you live out a life in a dream? Everything plays by your rules.

[omniavincit]

I'm sorry. She thought of it as waking up?

Yeah, you're right. [ Guess who didn't really factor in truth-telling being a two-way street when he asked this... ] But at least there are rules.

[pointedlook]

She jumped from 10 stories and tried to convince her husband to come with her.

Sorry, that's probably...

[ A lot. ]

We make the most of what we're given. Isn't that the ingenuity of humanity?

[omniavincit]

I was eaten by a spider, Arthur.

You were there when it happened?

[ A nod. ] We innovate. Ceaselessly. [ Please ignore the unvoiced BUT at the end of this, thanks!!! ]

[pointedlook]

Yeah well, everyone has their different qualms.

I was half across the country. They were celebrating their anniversary. She had herself declared sane by three psychologists and told their lawyer she feared for her life. You can imagine it didn't look good when her husband survived and she didn't.

[ It's weirdly cathartic to talk about this, he's kept it so close to the chest. Because bringing it up to Cobb had been out of the question. And the rest of the team on the Fischer job didn't need to be weighed down by the guilt of two people. ]

But?

[withimagination]

Do you consider me a friend?

[Maybe... giving him... puppy eyes...]

[pointedlook]

[ he isn't moved by puppy eyes but here it goes anyway: ]

Eames, I've considered you a friend for at least 2-3 years by now.

[withimagination]

[Actual surprise flashes across his face before he can stop it. He makes a living by reading people so this is kind of embarrassing. Why is he constantly wrong with Arthur?]

Really? [A pause.] Did you ever hate me? When we first met?

[pointedlook]

I hated you on sight. And for a good year after that.

[withimagination]

That's harsh. But you don't hate me anymore.

[He doesn't have to ask; He knows that for sure.]

You find me funny sometimes, yeah?

[This will hurt Arthur to answer.]

[pointedlook]

Eventually your competency won me over. It was a painful realization at the time.

[ And then other traits won out. But Eames isn't asking about those and is instead asking about his humor and Arthur is extremely tempted to ignore him. ]

Why this?

[withimagination]

Because my jokes are all I have!! That and my body. Should I ask questions about my body instead?

[pointedlook]

[ Oh, this is treading dangerous territory. If he starts asking questions about his body, it's going to become pure filth. ]

Fine, sometimes they're more than a little amusing. Though I'll have you know my mom cracked similar jokes while I was growing up so, have fun with that nugget.

[withimagination]

[OH. Well that's... um.]

I'm really, really not having fun with that nugget.

[AHEM.] Did you ever date Ariadne on the Fischer job?

[pointedlook]

I'd apologize for spoiling your fun, but I'm absolutely not sorry.

I took her on dates, but it wasn't dating. Mostly we went to cafes for lunch to get away from the job and talk about her classes. She texted after the job, demanding to know when I was going to buy her baguettes and wine again.

[ Ariadne had gotten close. He considers her a friend and he's fairly sure it goes both ways. ]

[withimagination]

[Oh. UM.]

Hm. Do you think she's romantically attached to you?

[pointedlook]

No, I don't think so.

The Fischer job was hard, she was new to all of it. More than anything, I think she felt overwhelmed and wanted someone to talk to, when she wasn't being scorchingly brilliant making mazes.

[withimagination]

[And he's back. Perking up immediately:] Oh, yes. Very difficult, overwhelming. Understandable.

[pointedlook]

Are...are you feeling ok?

[gerechtigkeit]

Why does it matter so much about what others do, to you?

[pointedlook]

Do you want the professional answer or the personal one?

[gerechtigkeit]

I want to know why it matters to you personally. Professionally, I can easily guess as to someone's reasons.

[pointedlook]

In a way, it's tied to the professional reasons. We're a team, doesn't it make sense to operate like one?

And while it may not seem like it impacts everyone else, those actions matter. [ He's a strong believer in the domino effect. ]

I... regret not checking in on a friend more often when she'd been alive. In the end, I lost her and for a while, her husband was too wrapped up in his grief it was like I didn't even know him.