that the death we fear in our bones is the death that every night we call a dream.

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

[At some point yesterday, a certain patch of ground was splattered with someone's blood and bits of anatomy. But not too much, of course, because Arthur - as in all other aspects of her life - is really fairly tidy and efficient when it comes to killing herself.

Now, however, Arthur is wandering back around that patch of the Plane, carrying a cup of tea and feeling distinctly fuzzy, almost (or positively) drugged. Her balance feels off, so she should probably sit down until that goes away, but for now she's being stubborn and staying on her feet.

At least her suit appears unscathed.]

Comments

[collector]

[Braxiatel, passing by with a book, looks briefly at the tea. Then he conjures up the tone he reserves for those who have made particularly impressive and public cock-ups.] I take it you 'initiated a return to reality.'

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

[collector]

[With something of a sigh,] Well? Convinced, or do you still think this isn't real?

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what it is.

[collector]

Might I ask what you suspected it of being?

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

A dream.

[collector]

Did you? How interesting. [Normal people don't talk about dreams like that or kill themselves to get out of them.] It is fairly coherent for a dream.

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

Lucid. I'm used to extremely detailed dreams.

[collector]

And this fits the pattern of them well?

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

Not exactly, but well enough.

[collector]

Are there any other ways to wake up?

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

A kick - but that can only be administered to the sleeping body.

[collector]

Then your options are very limited.

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

Apparently.

[collector]

[He loves reminding things of people like that.] If I may ask, what will be your working principle? Something to tide you over until reality does or does not reassert itself?

[pointwoman.livejournal.com]

Preferably, not die again. It's never been my favorite method.

[collector]

That is a comfort to hear. It has been my impression that our hosts, such as they are, feel that the more deaths, the better.