[she 'doesn't want to wake anyone' but that's all saber can think about. he's a loaded gun with a trigger finger, hungry for the delight that shauna has willingly offered, wanting to wake everyone within earshot. he texts her on the way there to make sure he's headed in the right direction (he gets lost often) but she isn't too far. leaning against the wall next to the door, he pulls out his phone to shoot her a message.]
come out and play
[he's giving her exactly two minutes. any longer and he isn't knocking, he's letting himself in. he's dressed in an ultra soft sweater and sweatpants, easy to get in and easy to get out of.]
[shauna's already on her feet, pacing on tiptoe, glancing at jackie sleeping all curled up and thinking about how it feels like sneaking into the closet with jeff during a sleepover, letting him pin her to the wall, letting his hands up under her skirt, welcoming it with open arms, open mouth. maybe that's what she needs; to sneak away, to make it quick and dirty and stealthy. because the message makes her stomach pitch and her breath catch, and with one more look to make sure jackie's asleep, shauna slips out into the hallway.]
Hi. [her voice pitches lower, instinctively, because she'd always tried being jackie when she was with jeff, tried being softer and sweeter, more a delicate slip of sunkissed hair and wide eyes. but then, huffing, she stands taller, shorts and a close-fitting t-shirt, trying to shake the self-consciousness. jeff had said he liked that shauna had bigger boobs, that she was curvier and softer, but who knows if he was just dumb from being so horny?
still: if saber doesn't like it, he can leave. shauna reaches out, boldly, grabbing for his hand and tugging him down the hall, barefoot, stage whisper:] C'mon, there's an empty room down here. Unless it's changed or -- something.
[ jackie doesn’t think much of it when shauna doesn’t stir when she gets up at first. they’ve slept over countless times before crashing in the wilderness and neither are all that easy to wake unless they need to be. it’s not scary until she comes in with coffee and muffins for breakfast and she still doesn’t wake. not even when jackie calls her name, not even when she screams it, not even when she spills the coffee on the ground and gets back into bed to try shaking her awake, tears spilling over as she shakes her and shouts her name over and over and eventually wails when none of it works.
is this what had happened, she can’t help but wonder, when she’d found her? the thought makes her want to puke but she screams again instead, holding her tight.
eventually she calms, realizing the body she’s clinging to like an anchor is still warm. she presses her ear to shauna’s chest, crying all over again when she hears her heart. it’s beating. she’s breathing. she’s still alive.
so why can’t she wake up?
the passing few days until she does are spent alternating between their room and the rooms of the others after she tries reaching out first and doesn’t get an answer. she finds hair ties and rigs them to the doors so she’ll know if anyone’s been in while she’s gone. when night comes she goes back to the suite she and shauna share, only resting when her body won’t let her stay awake any longer.
while keeping watch over natalie and travis she pulls her phone out, mostly out of lack of anything else to do. ]
Hey.
I know you’re probably still asleep but IDK I guess this is in case u wake up and I’m not there
I asked about what might be wrong. It’s not just you I can’t wake anyone up. I’m scared.
If you wake up and see this write me back ok??? I mean I may just be there when you do. I don’t want to leave you alone but you’re not the only one I can’t wake up & I’m scared for them too so if you do & I’m not there I’m just trying to find answers OK???
I love you. I hope you wake up soon I can’t do this alone I never could
[the first person shauna thinks of when she wakes up is natalie, with a rush of fury that courses through her like wildfire. she wants to find her, she needs to get her hands around her skinny little fucking neck and squeeze and squeeze and --
and jackie is second, jackie's scent in the sheets, on the pillowcase, and the fury gets tangled with the bolt of fear that natalie's already found her, already said something, already ruined everything. she fumbles for her phone, dirt beneath her nails, hair longer and sunbleached and scraggly, blood still coating the back of her throat:]
I thought you should know, I won't be investing in your company.
Also, sorry for making it complicated. Combative. I wasn't nice.
Also, I'm sorry for the elaborate backstory you and your friends were given, disappearing in a downed flight. If I can help, I've had experiences with recurring ptsd from something not at the forefront of my mind. Sometimes, it sits with you.
I'm just texting to check in. I didn't see much of you during our month in fantasy land, but I was a terror, so it's for the best. I wanted you to know I'm thinking of you, that's all.
[she almost doesn't respond, too preoccupied with her own grief, her own second loss of her son -- and in it's wake, the reveals of just how deep the monstrosity of the team had gone, to jackie, to melissa, to everyone.
when she actually stops to read the message, it's in one of the few clear-headed moments between her spiraling, and she almost writes you should stay away from me, because tim is good. tim is good.
still, it's her duty to warn him, right? to make sure he doesn't invest any more time into the horror that is shauna shipman.]
hey. i wasn't, but it's still for the best. i'm a terror normally, and everyone knows it now.
i'm not staying with jackie or melissa anymore. sort of hiding out.
( It's been a few days figuring out how things work, wrapping her head around the fact they were in one place and now another. The whole thing is jarring, going from few people to being surrounded a little claustrophobic, and Lottie knows she needs to start reaching out to the others.
[ah, lottie. shauna's missed lottie's particular brand of oddness, even amongst the strangeness that is saltburnt -- so she indulges her, a bit:]
seeing what, lot?
[because lottie could be referring to the typical goings-on of the house or she could be seeing the wallpaper come alive and talk to her. it's hard to tell.]
I am writing primarily to ensure that you are safe and intact. This month has been somewhat trying, and although you are a Capable and Intelligent young woman, I worry nonetheless.
If you are currently missing any body parts, do please let me know as soon as possible.
hey this might be totally crazy, but um, a while ago someone told me that last year everybody at the manor played a game that involved like, people hunting each other? i didn't say anything at the time but umm one of the oracles has been hanging up all those names from the game last year around the commune and idk maybe i'm being paranoid but i think something fucked up might happen
i didn't want to say anything in person because i can't lie in front of jackie and she doesn't know about the hunts so i think it will majorly freak her out if we talk about it [ SHE sure would rather not have to tell jackie about that! :) ]
I wasn't gonna bother voting for him, since it seemed so obvious it should have been a landslide, but I ended up doing it because he was such a freak to you and your friends.
you fought for us. for me. it's been a really long time since anyone did that.
[little, poodle-haired, bug-eyed misty, always on the outskirts, weeping over coach, over the baby, over the hunger and panic and pain and fear. had she always been this loyal, this ferocious, this unwavering?]
[she wants to bare teeth, wants to snap back, wants to ignore it, but -- the wilderness was a death she knew, the shape of it's teeth comfortable around her throat. she knew what would kill her, if it came out there.
here -- she doesn't know. the rules are different. the game's changed. it doesn't have any power here, and it's darling, it's daughter, shauna shipman, doesn't either.
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