Longer. [He fills in not because it's necessary but because it's what comes off the tip of his tongue first, anything else pushed back by another sip of water, then another. There isn't a record here for any of them, which is nice, though it wouldn't have been nearly the same for him even if they had; none of those papers had Arthur on them at least. Nothing here quite resembles any specific real waking locale or concept but it's quite the hodgepodge of influences. Again he's struck with the likelihood there have to be other lucid dreamers here, actively building, or who have. Someone made this place.
Would that be the way out? Logically? But what's logic here?
He lifts the bottle because it's still pretty cold and touches it to his forehead, which is not, using his other hand to fumble out his device and send Yusuf a distress signal - which is to say a hey, got a minute? equivalent before resting it on his knee.]
Being stuck here...must get to you if you're used to traveling.
[Not vagabond but road warrior? Or not. Either way, it's a lot more moving than this place allows for unless you really enjoy communing with nature, as far as he can tell.]
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Would that be the way out? Logically? But what's logic here?
He lifts the bottle because it's still pretty cold and touches it to his forehead, which is not, using his other hand to fumble out his device and send Yusuf a distress signal - which is to say a hey, got a minute? equivalent before resting it on his knee.]
Being stuck here...must get to you if you're used to traveling.
[Not vagabond but road warrior? Or not. Either way, it's a lot more moving than this place allows for unless you really enjoy communing with nature, as far as he can tell.]