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planman: hello?
artist2: hi stranger.
planman: ariadne?
artist2: hi
planman: where the hell have you been?
artist2: what?
planman: what the fuck ariadne? i haven't talked to you in weeks!
artist2: oh, hi ariadne, how are you?
planman: oh, i'm sorry, hi ariadne, how are you, i'm fine, apart from the fact that i've been worried sick!
artist2: jesus, sorry!
planman: seriously, what the hell have you been doing?
artist2: nothing!
planman: oh, nothing?
artist2: for god's sakes! leave me alone!
planman: no! in fact, i'm not ever going to leave you alone! you can't be trusted on your own!
artist2: what's that supposed to mean?
planman: i know you've been talking to robert fischer.
artist2: yeah, so?
planman: so? don't you have any common sense?
artist2:excuse me?
planman: 1. we performed inception on him ariadne! 2. i'm not really comfortable with the idea of you talking to other guys online!
artist2: oh, i wasn't aware of the fact that you owned me.
planman: you know, i was acually hoping to apologise to you for the last talk we had, but know i don't particularly want to.
artist2: oh poor me.
planman: this isn't working out ariadne.
artist2: well duh.
planman: it's over.
artist2: makes my life easier!
artist2 has signed out.
jamesbond has signed in.
jamesbond: arthur?
planman: not now eames.
jamesbond: no, now. I really need your help.
planman: fine. what is it?
jamesbond: it's...hard to explain.
planman: eames, either you want my help or you don't.
jamesbond: fine. promise not to freak out on me?
planman: well...that depends.
jamesbond: basically...cobal came to me and asked me to get cobb's address so they could get to him, and they said they wouldn't leave me alone if i didn't.
planman:...jesus eames. PLEASE tell me that you didn't give it them!
jamesbond: no, i wouldn't do that.
planman: how did they know about you in the first place?
jamesbond:well...i kind of used to...work for them.
planman:...what?
jamesbond: yeah, before i really..got into the buisness, i was hired by cobal to do some odd jobs. but then i became one of the most well-known forgers and then i ditched them.
planman: how did i not know this?
jamesbond: you can hide things from a point man.
planman:..well, what are you going to do?
jamesbond: that's what i need you for.
planman: go on...
jamesbond: well...i need to hide from them now...so i need someplace to stay...
planman: no.
jamesbond: pleeeeaaaaasssseeee?
planman: i cannot think of enough reasons to say no.
jamesbond: please arthur. please.
planman:...fine.
jamesbond: thank you.
planman: it's fine...i guess.
jamesbond: so..where are you right now?
planman: LA. The Marriotte Hotel.
jamesbond: you don't have a house or anything?
planman: eames, i'm just like you. always on the run.
jamesbond: well, i'll see you soon then.
planman: bye mr eames.
planman has signed out.
cobalindustry has signed in.
cobalindustry: did you get it yet?
jamesbond: yes. i've got his fucking address.
cobalindustry: excellent.
jamesbond: he's in LA, in the Marriotte Hotel.
cobalindustry: well done mr eames.
jamesbond: what are you gonna do to him?
cobalindustry: nothing you need to worry about.
