fete au Paris (open, dreamscapes!verse)

[chesstotem]

Time might work differently in dreams, but it was even weirder when an event both anticipated and feared was approaching. The past week or so had occasionally felt to Ariadne like it was speeding along at a breakneck pace towards a barrier, while at the same time crawling up a tall mountain.

And then, almost as soon as it arrived, it was over. Her thesis defense was successful, and the following afternoon she and two of Miles's other students received their degrees.

The mistress of labyrinths was now a master of architecture.

Miles knew how to throw a party. The entire upper floor of a trendy Paris restaurant had been rented out for the occasion - there was lots of food, and even more champagne, to toast Ariadne and her two classmates.

Lots of people were invited, of course, but there were a few in particular Ariadne was especially excited to see. Not that she was waiting, or anything. She was already on her second glass of champagne.

[Okay, this is mostly for dreamscape!verse folks, but anyone else who might reasonably be expected to be invited is welcome, as well as potential party-crashers! Threadhopping is not only encouraged, it is essentially mandatory, so have at it!]

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[thesecurity.livejournal.com]

Arthur was still a year from that fabled turning point and he didn't consider the six years between he and Ariadne an insurmountable gap. "Is that why you shaved today?" There was a close-lipped smile for that.

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

"That is exactly why I shaved today, thank you for noticing," He replied with a smile, one that reeked of the unsaid truth. You're not getting him riled up that easily, Arthur, you're going to have to try better than that.

[thesecurity.livejournal.com]

It was harder with a flush from the champagne; the glass 3/4ths gone, Arthur put it back on a table's side. "Anyway, despite pandering to the status quo, Eames, we both know very well that none of care or we wouldn't be doing what we're doing."

[perfectforgery.livejournal.com]

Eames nodded in agreement, taking a last sip of his glass and looking around for a waitress. He knew that was true, and had very little problem with any of Arthur and Ariadne's goings on, but it was just too fun to pick. "I hope she's lovely at it, then, if you're going to keep it up."

[thesecurity.livejournal.com]

Arthur sighed. "You're exaggerating. And honestly, this isn't the place to be talking about it so--thank you for your always exquisite timing, Mr Eames." He pushed himself off the wall, shaking his head. He'd go find Miles; Cobb's father-in-law seemed handy when wanting to elude the company of Forgers.