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.

Comments

[cestrumnocturnum]

"You could. It's healthy, caring."

But Benji doesn't evade by way of being coy. She's only just starting to meet people who don't know what is as common as World War II to others, except this one's at her doorstep. "A series of unfortunate events happened. In 2006, an individual destroyed a large part of the city with his powers - radioactivity. It was how we came out to the world, so I guess we kind of got off the wrong foot.

"After that, there was a rush to control us. It started with Registration, but--" She waves a hand, a flippant sort of gesture compared to the anger she is keeping under ice, barely transparent. "It would never end there, not with all the fighting. World war, for a while, but that ended about six years ago. Most of the damage you saw was the result of local terrorism."

A small shrug, not to dismiss, but to signify that that's all she has to say. "I'm from 2040. It takes that long for a place like New York City to fall, I suppose."

[controlledvariable]

Steph's expression shifts into a frown as she listens to Benji. It's partly disapproval for the entire situation, and partly recognition; she heard similar things from Kaitlyn when she was here. And registration has been something Tatiana, Kiden and Megan have talked about.

"I had a friend who was from your world, I think." She's not sure if it's the right thing to say, but she can't take it back now anyway, "I didn't realize it was that bad, and I know it doesn't mean anything, but I'm sorry."