It's sloppy. The lines don't add up. Someone didn't get their facts straight.
An aquarium on a spaceship.
There is a man in the doorway, tall, slim, serious. One hand in the pocket of a pair of pressed slacks, the other braced against the doorjamb. He's looking around the room, taking his time to memorize everything he sees. There's something in his pocket he keeps fiddling with.
When he moves, it's with practiced nonchalance. His favored pair of John Varvatos spectator boots leave a satisfying thunk with each step he takes. But it's not until he stops at one table, sharp eyes drifting to the surface as he draws his hand out of his pocket, that things feel solid.
He casts out a red die, unsettled when it lands on three.
Just as it's meant to.
He sweeps it back into his palm and moves to the tank, watching one of the more curious dolphins while his mind works out the possibilities.
Arthur | Inception | Option 001
An aquarium on a spaceship.
There is a man in the doorway, tall, slim, serious. One hand in the pocket of a pair of pressed slacks, the other braced against the doorjamb. He's looking around the room, taking his time to memorize everything he sees. There's something in his pocket he keeps fiddling with.
When he moves, it's with practiced nonchalance. His favored pair of John Varvatos spectator boots leave a satisfying thunk with each step he takes. But it's not until he stops at one table, sharp eyes drifting to the surface as he draws his hand out of his pocket, that things feel solid.
He casts out a red die, unsettled when it lands on three.
Just as it's meant to.
He sweeps it back into his palm and moves to the tank, watching one of the more curious dolphins while his mind works out the possibilities.