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WHO: Kyna + various
WHERE: All over!
WHEN: June 2512
WHAT: August catchall! Catching up, settling in, all that fun stuff.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Will add as needed! If anyone wants a starter hmu

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[The safehouses are getting worse and worse, and at this point, it's essentially impossible for anyone to live there. It's a little hard for Kyna to wrap her head around—they've been such a constant since the day she first arrived—but it's a pipe dream to try to keep the monsters out of them at this point. Even if they could, they're such a mess Kyna thinks people would have a better night's sleep on the floor of the bar.

So, her invitation to Ian back at Vyonation is now more of a necessity. She hasn't seen him much over the past couple of days outside of check-ins and passing conversations, so she's more than a little relieved he's here. She's been worried.

Of course, she didn't think to mention her injured right hand, carefully wrapped in bandages and very obviously hurt without gloves, and it still slips her mind as she waves him in.]

Hey. Home sweet home, right?

[A few days after the monsters disappear, things aren't necessarily back to normal, but they're certainly less... fraught. Kyna's been telling herself, over and over, that all of this will get better again, that things will be fixed, but she can't help remembering Ian's skepticism. Truth be told, she feels like she did next to nothing while the monsters were attacking, and she can't get rid of that creeping fear that this is how it's always going to be without her magic.

So, maybe she's overcompensating a little, trying to act too unbothered. Ian's out doing engineer stuff, or whatever it is he does, and so it's just Kyna and Lance. She's digging through their kitchen cupboards, looking for something for them to eat.]

Sorry. All out of ramen.

[Ha ha.]

[After their shift, Kyna manages to bully Ren into hanging out back at her apartment, bribing him with the promise of food.

Admittedly, it was sort of a weird shift. The bar isn't operating exactly like a bar right now, and she feels like they spent half their time dealing with people coming to rubberneck or looking for somewhere safe. It's a little exhausting. A lot exhausting.

She lets them into the apartment, tossing her bag aside unceremoniously and immediately goes to shove Ian's makeshift bed on the couch aside.]

Ta-da. Don't tell Ian.

The city street is long and narrow, light reflecting off wet asphalt. It's not a place Kyna recognizes—not quite, anyway. Tucked among the towering New Amsterdam skyscrapers and twisting plants are buildings that shouldn't be there, and storefronts tucked in the wrong places. There's the bodega that sits on the corner of her street back home, the battered vinyl awning looking utterly incongruous attached to the sleek steel and glass high rise it's been shoved into. There's that VR arcade near Red Wings, jutting up against an old brownstone.

The effect sets her on edge, wrongness permeating the whole scene. But what gets her more than that is the destruction. All around her, windows are blown out, vehicles—a mix of hover bikes and cars from home that haven't existed here in centuries—broken down or half crushed against poles or each other. Tucked between the wrecks and in the shadows inside the buildings are still shapes, crumpled on the floors and sidewalks. She tries to tell herself they aren't corpses, but she knows better than that.

A small blessing: She's been in enough dreams by now that she knows this has to be one. There's that sense of unreality everywhere she looks, that understanding that this is off, but it doesn't diminish the creeping dread that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She feels like she's being watched.

But this is just a dream, right? Screw it.

"Hello?"

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