Dream A Little Dream...

[divinepattern]

Who: Chloe Decker
What: Arrival
When: Today
Where: The Dream Bay
Warnings:
Notes:

There are things in this world that shouldn't be possible. Things that would unravel the fabric of reality like a snag in a favourite sweater, so when Chloe Decker opened her eyes, she's pretty damn sure this is exactly what's happened. She'd seen Lucifer's face and--

And what?

Everything he'd said was true. He was actually The Devil, with capitals and everything. Yeah. She was going to just lay her for awhile and try to shake this grogginess, though she wasn't sure exactly what the cause was yet. A few deep breaths, maybe. Quiet reflection, compartmentalising, shoving her shock into a metaphorical basement. That was the best idea for now because this sure as hell isn't Los Angeles. It doesn't smell or feel right, nevermind where she is at the moment. Further investigation finds the pamphlet, the money, the phone, the necklace. Maybe it's the whole Devil thing but Chloe is oddly calm about waking up somewhere weird. Understatement of the century, maybe, but whatever. Someone has to deal with crazy in a responsible manner.

That falls to her like it always has.

So she gets up, gets out, listens to the hologram, pockets whatever she can, and immediately takes another moment to lean into the nearest solid object. It's as solid as anything else she'd touched. Her voice echoed as she snapped at herself.

"Get a grip, Decker."

She looked down at her pendant and grimaced before pulling out her phone and examining her instructions. She had her badge, her gun, her ID, but this place? This wasn't Heaven or Hell. This was some next level Narnia bullshit and she's pretty sure that's what Lopez would be saying about now, only Chloe was alone. She pulled her leather jacket around her a little tighter like it was her armor.

"Screw this," she murmured, firing off a text before striding out into the daylight of Genessia City.

It simply read:
LAPD. DECKER. 

Comments

[la_matrona]

She can't help but feel sympathy for the woman. It was overwhelming even for the dead.

"There's a place that welcomes new people, one that I know of; though there may be more." She shrugs lightly. "Would you like me to show you?"

[divinepattern]

"Please," she says with a smile, gesturing for the skeleton lady to lead the way. "I'd like that. I'm Chloe Decker."

[la_matrona]

"You may call me Señora Rivera." Just to get that out of the way because no one seemed to know how to address each other properly. She starts toward where one of the bus stations are.

"You should have some red bills on you." She holds up a hand. "I'm not asking you to pay, but just so you know for...whatever you might want to buy here. Eventually you will have to pay rent and food and everything else."

[divinepattern]

"Señora Rivera, thank you for being so kind and helping me out," Chloe said with a smile. Honestly, it really was kind, especially since Chloe been fairly shocked before. But hey, at least nothing was dull around here, right?

"I do have them," she said with a nod. They were in her side pocket - which meant the first thing Chloe was going to buy was a bag to put all this crap in. "I should have a job pretty soon, so at least that'll take care of rent and I should be able to save most of this."

[la_matrona]

"Oh?" She's a little surprised at this. "Most wouldn't know where to begin in this situation. But you seem confident."

[divinepattern]

"I'm a detective for the Los Angeles Police Department back home," she says with a soft laugh. "Someone has to provide law enforcement, even in this place."

[la_matrona]

"Oh, policia." She can take them or leave them. They weren't so bad in Santa Celia, not as bad as they could be elsewhere, and more helpful than not in the Land of the Dead.

"Is it hard for you there? Men aren't the most welcoming." She has her doubts about law enforcement here but then, perhaps if she's unconcerned, it must be effective.

[divinepattern]

"It has its moments," she says with a shake of her head. "But I'm doing well as a Detective. My close rate is excellent and I work well with my colleagues. There's the occasional macho man's man who's still stuck in the 50s but it's a little better than it used to be."

[la_matrona]

"The fifties were an interesting time." The bus comes by and Imelda is quiet as she pays for both of their fares and leads them to an occupied seat. "Of course, I don't know how it is from where you come from but things changed so much for us and just more of it stayed the same." She smiles a bit, canting her head. "That's the thing with being old, you really do start to realize the more things change, the more they remain the same."