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[makingnerdslookgood]

When she was working on both of her dissertations, Sloan had been a chain smoker. One cig right after the other, the glowing cherry of the soon-to-be-forgotten first lighting the tip of the next. A sharp inhale, smoky goodness filling her lungs, and then long exhale – the better to savor it all.

The day Sloan received her second doctorate, she quit smoking. Cold turkey, even. Most people think it can’t be done, but Sloan never followed the crowd when it came to, well, everything.

It really wasn’t that difficult for her to quit. As with almost everything else in her life, once Sloan put her mind to it, she simply accomplished it. End of story.

She hadn’t thought about nicotine, cigarettes, Camels, smoking, Zippos, or anything remotely related to smoking in years…

Until today.

Today wasn’t bad as far as days went. Stuck in a luxurious hotel with people way more interesting than her, she couldn’t complain about much. (Well, there was that painted guy who leered at her every morning when she got her coffee, but Sloan was fairly confident that a swift kick in the shins followed by a fast run would do the trick if he stepped over the line from leering to actually scaring her.) The food was good, a lot of the people were nice to look at (She was dying to feel that Thor guy’s arms. They looked massive!), Will and Mackenzie were here, she could visit the spa whenever she needed a pick-me-up…

In spite of all that, though, today made her want a cigarette so damned bad that she could practically taste it.

This morning, day 34 of being a (stuck) guest at the hotel, Sloan woke up with an ache deep in her chest. She missed ACN. She missed the news. She missed her financial reports. Hell, she even missed Zane.

Sloan missed everything about her job so much that it nearly physically hurt. There wasn’t much she could do about taking that twinge away, but she could smoke a cigarette. It would keep her mind off of the fact she was stuck here, and that she can’t do what she does best.

So, Sloan hauled herself to the shop to purchase a pack of smokes and a shiny new Zippo.

Taking her new purchases up to the smoking room, Sloan found a prime seat near the stage. After sipping the bourbon she ordered in honor of Charlie, Sloan packed the box of Camels and removed one. A flick of the lighter, a deep inhalation, and suddenly Sloan was transported back to Duke as if it was yesterday and she had one day to revise a 100-page dissertation chapter for her advisor.

Gravity plays favorites. I know it 'cause I saw.

[weighted_reality]

Arthur's long stopped hoping for anything to make sense. He hasn't quite accepted his own descent into insanity (which is, perhaps, an indication of the fact that he's gone insane) but he's abandoned any thought of the rules of the dreamspace.

He sleeps. He wakes. He walks through doors to a "real world" that he no longer perceives as real and then walks through another back to the labyrinth. Arthur wonders if he's accepting this all too calmly. Maybe there is such a thing as a tranquil fall into madness. At the end of the day, it seems like a modicum of grace in the situation is the most that he can hope for.

There's a new door across the hallway from his, which makes him wary. Usually it's a wall, a space between two doors. Arthur runs a hand over the loaded die in his pocket, but doesn't bother to check it anymore. Its confirmation of reality has long stopped being believable to him. He can only assess what he sees and try and slot it into an arbitrary "real" or "not real" category for himself.

Something about this new door draws him and Arthur finds his keycard in his hand without thinking about. It's not a surprise when the little light blinks green and the door swings open.

It's stepping through when things turn strange. Once he's through the door, Arthur feels himself floating upward, staring down a very familiar hallway. Walking on the roof, Arthur tries to get his bearings until a jolt turns the hallway another angle and sends him falling, and then bouncing off, the opposite wall. Whatever force is driving this seems to calm and Arthur floats in space, staring down at the open door.

[[Arthur is currently floating through the zero gravity hallway. Your pup will be similarly affected when stepping in, going through periods of no gravity or else turbulence. Tag Arthur, tag each other, have fun with the crazy hallway.]]