i_moderate Rome Wasn't Built In a Day... [The Results of the Bombings-- Narrative]
It was only after the smoke cleared that anyone in the city might have noticed anything different. The explosions stopped that day, but the cleanup and effects lasted the week. The City had things very carefully planned out. Though emergency crews, construction companies, and law enforcement worked throughout the week to clean up the mess and help the wounded by Saturday evening The City had seemingly reset itself back to it's previous state. All was as it had been before. The Voice building was back in working order, as were all the other bombed buildings. The debris had been cleaned from the streets and things were running smoothly again.
To the untrained eye, The City looked just as it had before. To the untrained eye.
But for anyone who was really looking, truly searching around and trying to figure out why those explosions had gone off, there was a slight change to the landscaping. Right on the very outskirts of the city. A new plateau area had formed, much like the one Wayne Manor sat on, but this was on the opposite side of the city. And whereas Wayne Manor was generally a very bright area with little sense of foreboding to those approaching, this place was almost the exact opposite. The weather wasn't any different here than it was in the rest of the city, but for those inside it seemed that way. It was colder, darker, damper. And there was most definitely a sense of foreboding.
What was this new building The City had chosen to create in the wake of chaos? Those in side may have called it prision, the fun house, a loony bin… all manner of names were possible. The doctors referred to what they did there as 'mental rehabilitation with the goal of seeing their patients fit to reenter the civilized world'. The sign outside of the building, bright and new, proudly proclaimed, 'Arkham Asylum for the Mentally Ill'.
The City wasn't revealing why it had felt the need to provide the citizens with a fully functioning asylum, one that came stocked with chockfull of all sorts of insane and doctors who didn't even seem to notice that they'd just popped suddenly into existence. Nor did it feel the need to explain why it had used the exposions and the resulting recovery efforts as distractions for the appearance. Perhaps it knew that certain people, those who lived on that other plateau, would be less than pleased to see Arkham appear. There was always the possibility that they would try to stop the process if they hadn't had the bombings to deal with, and The City didn't want anything interfering with the appearance of the asylum. It was needed. To keep the balance.
And keep the balance it would. The City knew just who it had pulled in; exactly who would be able to put the asylum to use, and knew that those who would put it to use were certainly smart enough to figure it out.
OOC: Feel free to wrap up your explosion threads! This doesn't mean you've got to stop, we just wanted to get this posted this weekend.
From: [info]i_prosecute Date: 03/20/2006 20:53:16
As one of the first people to emerge from the new building upon its appearance, Harvey Dent was obviously a character of interest. A young, handsome man with the sort of professional bearing shared by those who have power, he was singled out by reporter and injury victim alike. Those at the scene assaulted him with questions about the explosions and the new building, but it seemed he was as much in the dark about these events as anyone else - perhaps moreso. "I'm afraid I don't have any information for you," he announced calmly to those present. "I was visiting a client here, and I suddenly found myself in the middle of a city. I would appreciate it if someone would tell me exactly where I am."