[Now, Arthur isn't exactly the happiest of people. He has his good days, his bad days, and of course a general feeling of denial regarding several aspects of his life. But today is of particular note, and sadly not for good reasons.

He seems a little jumpy (More so than usual), idly fumbling with his watch as he paces around the Plane. Every so often he'll look over his shoulder, then just frown and shake his head. Though he seems more alert than usual, there's still a distraction about it, as if he's not quite sure what to focus on]

[so the Cortina appears suddenly on the Plane with one very irate Gene Hunt getting out of the driver's side and screaming across the hood at whoever is in the passenger side. this person is not a member of CID, surprisingly. unsurprisingly is that Gene is upset with someone not from CID]

The hell you think you're doing you bloody bastard?!

[The person in question, in fact, is Arthur. He's pulled along by the leg and forced to climb out through the driver's seat, looking flustered and maybe even a bit annoyed]

I'm sorry, but there was a tree right there. You were close to hitting, so I acted on impulse....

You don't touch the Cortina, you hear me? I'm the one who drives her, not you. [sniffs] And I wasn't anywhere near a tree you div. The roads were perfectly clear.

I'm perfectly happy to leave the steering to you, Mr. Hunt, believe me. But I saw it. There was a tree, and we were heading straight for it...

Liar. I don't hit anything when I drive. You were seeing things, you bloody kook.

[On reflex, he pushes his glasses up] I was not seeing things. It was there. [A long sigh] Why are we arguing about this, still? Nothing happened to your automobile.

That's not the point. You don't. Touch. My car. Do it again and I'll have you locked up for meddling with police property. .

...wouldn't you be locked in the cell right along with me?

Not if I removed your foot.

[Instinctively, he tries to take a step back] You can't do that!

You're interfering in police business. I can do whatever I want so long as it lets me do my job.

Well, you're interfering in University business, yet I've agreed to follow you around to your job as long as I'm allowed to do my work.

We'll see about that.

[Arthur sits at his desk, hunched slightly forward, his head resting somewhat on his hand. He's got a history book opened up in front of him, several more stacked around him. Its opened to one of the chapters regarding World War II.

His expression is hinted with confusion, sadness, and anger. But mostly, he just looks very tired. In his left hand is the pocket watch, and h keeps flipping the face open and close, never really looking at it]

[Arthur is pacing on the Plane, dressed in a much nicer suit than usual. He seems to be muttering something to himself, and pauses a moment to look down at his tie, frowning he undoes it completely, then slowly begins to retie it.]   -terms space and time have not only a vague descriptive reference to a boundless void and an ever-rolling stream, but denot the exact quantitative system of reckoning distances and time-intervals...[He finishes and seems satisfied for a moment, then just sighs and begins all over again]

[Arthur appears on the Plane, looking very different to how he usually dresses. His hair is parted to the side, and his glasses have been replaced with thick, coke-bottle lenses. He's wearing a stripped polo shirt, a  fleece vest, and khaki pants.

There's also an inhaler in his hand, and he seems at quite a loss as to what to do with it.] This is....unusual.

[Arthur has been riding his bike on the Plane. He has no particular destination in mind, but seems to be simply riding around. He comes to a stop in front of the Astral bar, looking at his watch.]

That's about  two hours worth of riding, and I still don't seem to reach an end. Considering I've been keeping up an average pace of about thirty two kilometers per hour, riding out for half an hour longer each day, and today's the twenty eight.....that's a hundred and sixty kilometers, and still haven't reached some sort of end.

[ooc: Unofficial birthday post! According to records, December 28th is Eddington's birthday. Unfortunately, he happens to be Quaker, and thus doesn't celebrate it. Still, I figured it deserved a post~]

[Arthur seems quite startled as he appears on the Plane. For a moment, there is a look of confusion on his face, but it soon changes to one of delight] Oh, this is brilliant. Don’t recall having a dream like this before. [Gazing up, he begins to see what stars he can recognize] There’s Arcuturus, then Rigul. I don’t recognize any in that particular cluster… Even in the country, you can’t see stars as bright as these.

[Then he looks down at the ‘floor’. Rather than being scared that he is apparently walking on nothing, Arthur kneels, grinning as he traces constellations with his finger] There’s the Diamond of Virgo; Arcturus, Spica, Denebola, and Cor Caroli. The Big Dipper, of course. [then a frown as he pauses over a particular group of stars] Hold on. This is the Great Square of Pegasus, isn’t it? Shouldn’t be able to view these two at once. Diamond of Virgo is for spring, the Great Square of Pegasus for summer…..

A bit worrying, if my dreams have such simple mistakes.