But I ain't no madman.

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[dropkick]

[ He nods, takes mental note, resting his hands on his knees with the water bottle flattened and set to his side. This dream does cater to both the absurd and upsetting, from what he's seen and heard though a lot of it is the latter. Six months is a long time and yet in the scope of things maybe not enough. Arthur still doesn't feel he has a good grip on it all at least - not an absence he's fond of either.

If it didn't seem redundant, he'd shake his head but he thinks he's been doing more shaking and nodding than anything else lately so he just says,] No highways I guess? What did you see - on the border?

Anything?

[whitetwoguns]

More road. This place is an island. I figured it was the coast someplace. Eventually we'd hit the freeway or Mexico.

[Larry shrugs before licking his lips. He then takes another drag.]

I mean with the surf not far off, I figured there'd have to be a bridge then, some land mass. Not so much.

[As for the other time. Heh. He scratches behind his ear.]

The other time the City was going places or something? It looked like Los Angeles outside. I would have put money on it.

[dropkick]

[There's a slight expression of oh in recognition regarding Los Angeles. Right. He remembers that one - like the City had gone on some kind of epic genre kick and not the kind of kick he'd have been hoping for anyway. Zombies, he's remembering, and then the network transmission of the equivalent to a city being annihilated - just a dream he'd kept saying to himself.]

So would I. Then zombies.

[Have put money on it, he means and laughs.

The laugh is still light, thin in an effort not to rasp, but it's genuine, dry and wry as ever at the absurdity of the situation which he knew to be par for the course in the City but seeing it at hand was different, is a bit different each time in fact - traveling City and zombies or whatever else got thrown at them.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Just a dream...that's what they say in the movies when they want you to lie to yourself or someone is lying to you.]

Oh ho. So you saw it too?

[The mini Romero impersonation. Larry himself puts his arms out and quirks his head to one side. A smoldering cigarette disrupts what would be a zombified slack jaw. Oh well. Enough to get a point across.]

Dumb shit. Worth seeing for yourself though instead of always wondering if that was the chance to go...

[Exhale in a sigh up into the air.]

[dropkick]

What there was to see, sure. [ Arthur musters up something like a laugh for the impression - because the point does get across and White is perhaps easy to laugh around, or something. Logic is a bit fuzzy right now of course, like everything else. The next words are sobering in a way, or Arthur's mind is just trained to go sharp at things implying exits, or both.

Rubbing the back of his neck again, he tests his weight when he stands, resting a hand on whatever's close - back of a chair, table, whichever - and deeming it likely he won't keel over again, lets go, stands still, slips a hand into a pocket thoughtlessly. ]

Stupid not to at least check. [ He agrees - because pretty much everything is worth seeing for yourself, dream or not but especially a dream - the chance to go, the chance to wake up.

Too much happens in a dream, reality gets waylaid. The hand at his neck moves round front to smooth down over his mouth and jaw before dropping to his side. ]

Not a lot of people seem to want to go back though - not as badly as I'd think is normal.

[ Not that he's seen at least. He's assimilated as much as the others on the surface of course so who's he to say, but it's a mild bait. White can throw his opinion in or not, Arthur won't press it much. ]