[Cobb wakes up suddenly. He's in his bed, at home. He looks around, in mild panic, then pulls out a small top which he sets spinning on the table beside his bed.

With every rotation, Cobb becomes more agitated. It stays up for quite some time, until finally it wobbles slightly, wobbles again, then falls.

Cobb lets out a huge, slow sigh of utter relief.

Rubbing his face, he mutters to himself.]

I'm home.

I'm home.

[The video cuts out as he, ever so slightly, begins to smile.]

( tl;dr )


[ooc; spoilers for Inception idk if anyone hasn't seen the movie yet. I do encourage you to view the youtube videos because sometimes Cillian Murphy's face is more expressive than writing. Videos are (due to nonembedding) the shoot out in the street, the zero gravity fight and Fischer and his Daddy.

Obviously, no replies from Fischer.]

No more tourists.

I cannot stress this enough. But you know the consequences as well as I do.

Let's get to work.



((OOC: I'm going to bed right after I post this, so I'll reply tomorrow. Lylith, whenever you want to make the next post is fine by me. Just go for it.))

I've heard there are people willing to provide "worldhops."

Is there anyone who could take Arthur and I to a point in our past? It's... rather urgent.

Any help you can give is greatly appreciated.



((VERY IMPORTANT OOC NOTE: Despite the request, the worldhop IS NOT POSSIBLE. Use whatever reasoning you feel like, whether it's a barrier or a block, magical or scientific in nature or what have you, but there is no possible way for Dom and Arthur to reach Mal right now.

Much obliged. <3 ))

[The video opens up on Mal and Dom, laying on the floor of their house, fast asleep and hooked up to some machine.

They both sit up, looking dazed and confused. But Dom seems to snap out of it sooner than Mal does. He leans over, kissing her cheek lightly as she starts to cry slightly, wiping away a stray tear.

Something's definitely wrong.]

I'd say something about how annoyed I was that suddenly my browser doesn't seem to work anymore, but after a brief scan of... whatever this is, it looks like I'm not the only one.

So instead I'm going to ask everyone a question. Is there any way to get rid of this? I have work to do.

So do you, Arthur. I'd accuse you of wasting time, I'm not sure you're capable of that. So other than the obvious, why are you... all of you... still here?