ⅉ 001 ] [ these city streets
One minute she'd been walking to her apartment, then next she was on a street she didn't recognize. Stopping short, she took a few steps backward, glancing up at the building and shaking her head. Definitely not her apartment.
Also, not night. This was clearly day.
She knew she'd had a drink at the art -- sorry the installation, but she hadn't ( Read more... )
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But Jane wasn't here, and the more she saw the bad things about this city, the more she was concurrently glad for it, and...not so glad. Only just this morning, she'd had a run-in with someone on her way to work, a man who was clearly part of the Chicago Liberation Front she'd been warned about. He hadn't been violent, but it was an unpleasant encounter; harsh words, an angry tone, the threat of violence. It was all a stark reminder that this city had many dangerous elements, and she needed to be on her guard.
The last person she expected to see on her way to grab a sandwich was Jane.
Was it really?
"...Jane?"
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She spent most the afternoon trying to call out with her phone, but apparently the whole 'different' Chicago comment was more accurate than Jane wanted to acknowledge. Exhaling, deeply, she ran her hand through her hair as she turned around. Chicago at least was still a big city and she could orientate herself easily that way.
What she didn't expect to hear was a familiar voice, but when she heard it there was a twinge of relief that came over her.
"Maura?" She replied with the same amount of doubt in her tone, turning to glance to where the voice had come from.
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"Jane!" Maura hurried forward, wrapping her arms around Jane swiftly, and embracing her with the kind of force usually reserved for those moments after surviving something particularly harrowing. "I was worried that you were merely a hallucination created by mind to assuage the void of your absence." When she finally loosened her hold and pulled back, she still kept her hands on Jane's forearms.
"You are very much not a sensory illusion." And then she smiled. "It's good to see you."
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Then the words came and she really felt like this was real.
"Yeah, I kinda got that whole worried I wasn't real part with the hug, Maura." That was said with actual, genuine effort to not sound upset with her situation, because to be honest, now she wasn't alone.
Jane smiled at her friend though, the relief easy to see on her features, "It's good to see you too. This place is insane. I tried to arrest a guy... I know - I know, not even in my jurisdiction, but he was a cop. So, I am not winning any points so far."
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What he is doing is standing in front of an abandoned building in middle of the street that may not be so abandoned. He has gotten complaints from some of the other Wanderers regarding a mugger running around Chicago specifically targeting Wanderers. Chicago PD wasn't doing anything about it, which meant that it's his job to. His job comes with less perks.
So, Jane, when you're being dumped onto a Fulton sidewalk, Flack is using a set of bolt cutters to cut a chain off the door and make his way inside. He doesn't have his badge somewhere visible, not announcing himself, and just generally looking suspicious.
What do you do?
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Shaking her head, she simply disregards the actual insanity of her unnatural displacement and moves toward the perp. Her hand claps onto his shoulder, moving to pull him away from the doorway and keeping herself guarded from the set of bolt cutters.
Those would hurt if they clocked her.
"Boston PD, you'd be smart if you just dropped the cutters and put your arms up. I really don't want to pull my weapon on my ni-- day off."
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"Easy. I can explain, Officer -- "
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"You can explain once I've given you a pat-down. Are you holding anything illegal or any weapons? 'Cause if I find them on you and you told me you were clean, it'll just make this harder."
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It is a small one, no bigger than a large dog, but it's already severely injured one woman. It bit a hole through her leg, and he got one good shot in it so it's slower than it used to be, but it's still running with some speed. The monster is ahead of him by a few feet.
"Watch out!" He calls ahead before firing another shot into one of its legs. It slides to a stop, teeth gnashing and looking for a limb to clamp on to.
He has no idea that Jane has just fallen through a Rift.
Once he does, he'll be apologetic that this was her first introduction to Chicago.
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Then there's a dog. A dog that is not Jo Friday. A dog that is extremely volatile looking and that isn't code for 'Takes a while to warm up to you.'
Jane moves out of the way as best she can, but it's still not quick enough as the mongrel moves to nip at her shoe. For the record, nip is putting it lightly.
"Jesus! What the hell is that thing?"
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It is less dog and more monster. In fact, it is only the size of it that really calls back to anything dog-like. It's got wide teeth. There's something almost reptilian about it. It has a long, thin tongue like a snake and yellow eyes with sharp teeth.
He winces when the thing tries to bite at her, grateful that it misses that time.
"I have no idea. Not... animal-like," Lucky says, firing again but it's quick, too quick for him to hit. "It already practically ripped someone's arm off down the street."
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"Y'think?" Jane retorts to the remark that it's not animal-like. Shaking her head, she's unsure what she's supposed to do with this information. It's not as if she's got her own weapon on her, she had been heading home from the art gallery. She had her badge, but that wasn't going to do much -- except maybe give the thing a chew toy.
"What am I supposed to do?"
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