thecapitol | it's never ever too late [open]

WHO| Ariadne and whomever wants to visit her
WHAT| Ariadne is musing to herself on the various occurrences of the Arenas.
WHEN| the night of the closing ceremonies.
WHERE| the training centre rooftop.
WARNINGS/NOTES| none right now.

Ariadne still wasn't entirely sure about all of this. All of this...killing, and maiming, and the fact that they were all brought back. What was she supposed to think of that? About the fact that somewhere out there in the world, someone was more than likely concerned with where she had disappeared off to; about the fact that she had curb-stomped a man to death on the opening day of the second Arena.

It was like everything that the Games were was suddenly rolling up on her, crushing her with implications and accusations that she had changed; that if she hadn't already, she would. There was a lump in her throat as she stared out at the glittering abyss that was known as the Capitol, hot tears barely pricking her eyes and refusing to fall.

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She shrugs, leaning her cheek more heavily on one hand. She hasn't the slightest, and even if she did, she wasn't sure she wanted to be constructing things like that. The Capitol would just use them to wreak more havoc upon their minds.

He sighs. "What if I could find you a drug that would keep you and them asleep for an hour or two? Would that work? Or how long would you need?"

"I suppose that would work," she says, frowning a little. "But why? With everything else that's going on here..." Ariadne trails off, shaking her head a little, unable to believe most of it. "Why?"

"If you could get inside someone else's dreams..." He trails off briefly. "What's the chance anyone would realize when they woke that you really had been inside their dream? And people often dream about things that prey on their mind, about their plans..." He waits a bit to see if she's realized what he's inferring.

She catches on almost immediately, lips parting slightly in realisation the moment it happens. He's suggesting a sort of inception, though an even more basic version of it: plant an idea into a target's head not that they need to think a certain way, but just that they need to think about someone. In a place like this, she can see how it might work, how she could theoretically share a dream with one or two of the other Tributes, plant an idea that they need to watch out for her. Create a sense of notoriety before the Arenas have even started.

And perhaps drive a couple of them mad, if she kept it up.

The thought makes her frown, and she wonders if the entire idea isn't something she should just avoid.

"Even if you had a method of being able to keep both people under," Ariadne states, her voice dropping lower to make absolutely sure that the Capitol can't spy on them, "You'd need to be able to connect them, to make sure that you were in their dream. Otherwise, you'd only be in your own head. There are ways to tell if someone's been in your dream, or if you've been led into a dream not your own, but no one here would know them."

"How did you do it where you come from?" he asks, his voice equally low. "Connect to other people's dreams, that is?"

"The PASIV. Which is why I don't think it would work here. There isn't the technology," she states, brow still furrowed.

Eliot sighs disappointedly. "Well, it could have been useful. We could have learned a lot."

Her mouth is pursed slightly as she regards him. "Just what did you think you could do with it? You can't just go into someone's head like that, and pick their brain. It doesn't work like that."

"Not pick their brain, as such." After all, they are talking about dreams, not telepathy. "More like eavesdropping on their dreams, on their fears, on their desires. On the things they're trying to understand. We could learn a lot about them."

"And you don't think that the moment someone found out about it, they wouldn't use it on you? It goes both ways." And even if it could be used there in the Capitol, Ariadne doubts that it could be used like that. Not in quite the same way, at least, but perhaps her only mission was merely too complicated. She would need Arthur there to make certain, and she could already hear him in her head at the inquiry.

"Forget I said anything," she tells Eliot after a moment, glancing away from him.

He sighs and looks away. "I would expect them to turn it on us if they found out," he says quietly. "They'll use everything about us against us. Who we are, what we know, what we can do, who we care about." His eyes grow haunted as he speaks, old wounds making their presence known. "That doesn't mean we should just give in. Maybe that idea won't work now. Just means we need to find one that will. If we do nothing, we'll just lose ourselves."

She doesn't want to point out that she's seen people lose themselves because they've tried to do things, that his suggestion is a faster way to losing himself than she can possibly think of. She merely holds her silence, staring out over the stars and the city instead of dwelling on things she's seen. His general idea is fine, she won't dispute that; it's merely the way he's trying to push it on her. It won't work, she thinks, but she can't tell him that in more concise words.

it's never ever too late [open]

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man, we need a Cobb and/or an Arthur... maybe an Eames?

looks like Eliot's filling in pretty well for Cobb. :B (/tries her old Eames again)

but Eli doesn't know the tech

irrelevant!

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