genessia | Dream A Little Dream...

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Dream A Little Dream...

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

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SFPD. Carver.

[Okay so it's less San Francisco and hasn't been for a decade since they moved out to Rosemont to be with his wife's family, and even "now" he was more ex-Gracepoint, but fuck that detail, it's fiiiiine. Inapplicable-ish here anyway!!]

[Oh good. Law enforcement did exist, which meant it was time to meet the not so locals. She taps out a reply with narrowed eyes.]

ETA CITY CENTER, ARRIVAL PT?

Edited 2019-01-02 22:55 (UTC)

15 min by foot.

Stop by Genessia PD.

Did you watch the hologram?

[Oh look, text options. She's not thrilled, so he gets back:]

Unfortunately.

[and then:]

You'll know me when you see me, Carver.

[The phone goes back in her pocket after she does a quick search. By the time she arrives, her looks like she's ready to break some balls. Actually, that probably would be pretty therapeutic. True to her word, Carver would not be disappointed considering her badge and gun in its holster was clearly visible. She raised her brows at the desk sergeant and folded her arms.]

[Well... he works in the Everglade.... buuuuuuuuuut he can figure something out to speed over there.]

Might be late, coming from Everglade.

[But he'll try to be as fast as possible.]

[Also brings coffee. Not because he's usually this thoughtful but he remembers his first day here.]

I don't know how you take it, so if you want to add anything, head upstairs and borrow their creamer or whatever. They're underfunded, but not as badly as Everglade. I think.

Not like I'm going anywhere unless this desk sergeant thinks my resting cop-face is too offensive.

[He brings her coffee, too. Not bad, Carver. Not bad.]

Thanks. [She needs the coffee probably more than she wants to admit and takes it carefully.] Not today. I could use a bitter shock to my system.

[Closes his eyes and nods.] I always take it black. [But that's a heart thing.]

What year was it on Earth last for you?

I know that's a weird question, but it's different for everyone who gets here.

2018.

[She answers without hesitation because right now, despite everything, it's too weird. Just as weird as the last few moments she remembers. She takes a sip of coffee and grimaces but it's hot and right now, it reminds her this is real.]

You?

[That's a sucker punch to the gut.] 2014.

Who's President?

[Don't tell him, he won't believe you.]

[She cocks her head a little before shaking it. That's kind of crazy, just like waking up here, so. Yeah, she'll buy it.]

...yeah, no.

You really don't want to know.

[Double face palm.] I'll believe that.

[Also probably meant it wasn't Hillary Clinton then, because first female president was kind of a thing he wanted to know. ALAS.]

Well. Welcome to Genessia. It just gets weirder from here. Not always bad though. I got to meet the real Bugs Bunny and get his autograph.

[HE'S SERIOUS.] And all the stuff about aliens and magic is real. Fayren has dragons and unicorns and I forget what else. And Everglade is where I work, it's more the zombie and vampires and werewolf monsters kind. Nova is super futuristic and sci-fi all Star Wars and robots and lasers.

[Look at that. There's a name he knows.]

Detective!

[Guess who.]

[Of course he was here.]

I should have just texted your name.

Great.

[She takes a moment to pinch the bridge of her nose and then takes a sharp swallow of coffee.]

What a mess.

Yeah, basically.

It's not all bad though. The other people are mostly... surprisingly not murderous. Still getting used to that.

I never thought I'd say it but I was hoping there would be a regular caseload, something I could dig into, you know? I can't just...

[Chloe lets out a sigh.]

I need to work.

[And of course it hadn't taken him long to find her.]

That would have been faster.

[She'd been thinking of him and--]

Smartass.

[She blinked furiously for a good moment or two. Nope. Emotions in check. Calm under pressure. Just another day of excruciatingly weird. In another. Universe.

With Lucifer.]

Come get me. Now.

[Nod nod. GESTURES TO THE POLICE OFFICE.] There's still more here than the sticks. If you've ever been as far north as Gracepoint.

Just not LA levels. Or even as much as other worlds. My partner's from a world with a lot of supernatural crime, and there's still a lot here, more than the office can handle, so they outsource some of it to bounty hunters, just the catching, but more than just you know. Back home. But overall, it's less murders, more regular stuff. For better or worse. Attleton still has a problem with mafia I'm told, but they have the Guardians working on that rather than official police. Kind of combining the bounty hunter system there.

[He can be there in a flash, as soon as he knows one thing.]

Where are you?

Usually, L.A. has me pretty well covered for homicide.

[Her brows knit as she knocks back a little more coffee, still tense. At least the grogginess was gone, now.]

Well, I'll have to see about filling out whatever paperwork as quickly as possible. Even if I'm going to be less active than I might like, at least I'll have something to throw myself into so I don't completely go insane.

[She pauses for a good long while before finishing her cup.]

Supernatural crime? Heh.

[Her fingers start to shake just a little and she covers it up by finding a trash can. Button it up, Decker. You only work with The Devil. It's good, it's fine, it's better than fine. He's never lied. Not once. He's a fantastic partner, he's Good, capital G. He's--

By the time she turns back around, she's good. Excellent. Completely in control of everything.]

Not as much of a stretch for me to believe, lately.

Granted.

[Pinches the bridge between his eyes.] I don't wanna know. Before coming here I didn't believe in any of it. God, psychics, aliens, all of it. I spent last Halloween as a demon, and met a skeletal lich, and a kid that travels between worlds to fight alongside Disney characters. Now I'm just sort of... not getting used to it, but accepting it??? I guess.

Bay. Outside.

[She's good. Really. But she's pacing, her jaw tight and she has to close her eyes tight and take a breath in to stuff the whirling chaos of this right back into its little box once more. Focus and clarity are much better than spiralling out of control. If she let herself go, there'd be questions that would swallow her whole.

She'd take this a step at a time. Or moment by moment, if she had to because that was what she knew worked best.]

Kinda hard not to accept it when it's staring at you in the face. [Not even a little metaphorically, in her case.] You just have to keep...moving. Let your brain catch up.

[Her eyes found his and her smile's a little tight.]

Let me in on your coping skills? I'm pretty sure I'm going to be needing something sooner than later.

[It doesn't take him long to get there, because he was still in the building where new arrivals live, although he won't have to be there for much longer.

He comes strolling over quickly enough to make good progress, but still slowly enough not to be obvious that he's in a hurry.

It's fine. Chloe's here. No big deal.

And he's dressed, as usual, in an impeccably-tailored, expensive suit.]

Detective?

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