you can't rely on bringing people downtown, you have to put them there.

[cestrumnocturnum]

Who: Benji Ryans and You?
What: A transdimensional kidnapping might give anyone restless dreams.
Where: In your head. Or her head. Something like that.
When: Various nights through the week.
Notes: Please see the OOC post. Beneath the cut is a general idea of the setting in which you can tag in, but let me know if you'd like me to threadstart!
Warnings: Possible violence, depictions of ruined New York City.

Of those that know a traditional and contemporary Earth, maybe you can see the eroded shadow of a New York skyline which has had such a hard twenty-first century. The buildings are reduced to the skeletons of giants, ribcages and spines and skulls with gapped teeth. Yellow tape lies like dead snakes and dust covered from where it had once cordoned off areas but now it's all the same corrosive danger, every block this way to Harlem and back. It's war wrecked from the black crater radioactive heart that had cut out the soul of the city some thirty years ago and change, through to the slow decay of street terrorism and citizen warfare.

Night and day casts grey both and presents different dangers. The bright lights of a rebuilt and prospering Staten Island seems like an eternity away, and fences that once defined and regulated spaces have been torn apart, cut open, climbed over. Abandoned attempts at construction are like a graveyard for hope. Unbelievably, some people still live here. Some people even live in the tunnels beneath the pavement of the intact buildings boarded closed. Hazard symbols are spraypainted on the faces of buildings.

They come out at night, the robotic hellhounds that breathes steam out their ribcages, whose eyes turn red when they sense you are near. Needles in their mouths, sharp feet, klaxon howls, seven hundred pounds of steel, and artificial intelligence networked between them that sees herself as a pawn and a herd at the same time but carries out her coded marching orders because she lacks a name.

Tanks in the streets, but these are rarely abandoned. A wind howls through the once crowded city streets. The dream is vivid enough to taste ash in the air.

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[cestrumnocturnum]

The cawing is confusing, and Benji doesn't think to decipher its meaning by way of will; she, too, is caught in the reality of the dream, but her expression when she glances at him is one of polite sympathy. He would be right, of course; she is not dressed well for the urban wreckage of her home city, but she does seem to match the setting laying ahead of them.

Understanding hesitation, she moves to climb into the boat, holding out a hand in offer of help before she's untying it as well, her movements quick and efficient, although a tremor of nervousness trembles in her fingers. She doesn't want to lead them directly into her sanctuary, even if they catch up by the time she and Shrieky are in the water. The boat is nosed away from the land.

And then that noise again, which she ignores, at first, but then can't. It's more invasive than summer crickets in the bushes, or the bees milling around wildflowers at spring.

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Shrieky climbs across into the boat with Benji's help, and carefully sits himself down into the body of the boat while she unties it and casts them off. He looks over his shoulder, once, to try and see if they're still being pursued, before turning his attention to the water. He dipped his fingers into it, then his whole hand, undeterred by the coldness. There were probably fish here. Maybe he could catch some for her, to say thank you for rescuing him...

The buzzing is loud enough to be all around them now, and Shrieky becomes aware of a tickling on the back of his neck. He reaches up to smack the insect away, only to find one crawling up the length of his arm. A few more buzz around them. Not enough to be making so loud a noise, but enough to set his teeth on edge. He shoots Benji an apologetic glance. For reasons he's not entirely certain of, he is certain that they're here because of him, rather than her.

[cestrumnocturnum]

"Ow."

She brushes a bee off her calf, remembering a memory that doesn't belong to her about an actress and her talents when it came to insect kind and the choking terror that came from the girl who remembered her-- it's complicated, a bit, how Benji's head works. But here it works to their benefit. A black bird with its bright orange beak suddenly descends, shooting like an arrow between mermaid and dreamwalker, taking out a bee before it can wander in its trajectory for Shrieky's face.

His certainty and the apology in his glance has Benji hesitating, some reassurance in the shake of her head. She feels like she should try to communicate without talking, too, because it seems polite, but instead she sort of awkwardly explains-- "My aunt."

The bird, apparently. Or birds. Despite the speed of the boat jetting for the castle's island, another one, a sparrow, darts in to snag another insect out of the air, although the one-by-one nature of the attack probably isn't going to help against a potential swarm... unless it's a flock.