Day 039 | log

[desperate_times_right]

WHO: Chloe Frazer, Taissa Turner
WHAT: More problems
WHEN: Day 39 Morning
WHERE: VII.S.8
WARNINGS: unreality stuff and mind control talk probably
NOTES: N/A

It’s been ten days since the strange occurrences had begun, and they're showing no signs of slowing down. Chloe wakes up at the makeshift camp, immediately feels the pressure, like a hook in her sternum pulling her west-northwest and wants to cry. Instead she goes to find Taissa.

She tries to school her face into some sort of expression and says, “Morning. Hey, we need to talk.”

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[doomcame]

Shit. Taissa pauses, knowing full well that this is about to be an unpleasant conversation. She wonders how long she is going to have to keep hiding things, how long she is going to have to keep lying. How long she should.

"Yeah, what's up?" she asks, managing to sound like she actually wants to hear what's coming next. She had been looking through her bag but sets it aside for now, and remains seated. This is probably a sit-down situation.

[desperate_times_right]

Chloe sits next to her, then sighs and shifts her body until she's facing northwest, trying to get some of the static out of her head so she can think and be here for this conversation.

“I know we talked about this already but I think you need to go. There's something wrong with me.”

[doomcame]

"Something new or something worse?" The concern is real. This isn't what she expected Chloe to open with. She deliberately and stubbornly ignores the idea of leaving altogether.

[desperate_times_right]

Chloe looks at her, miserable, and it's hard to imagine that this is the same woman who was arguing so passionately in favour of putting a Hawaiian shirt on a cat not too long ago.

“I’ve been getting these feelings, like an itch inside my head. A static that drowns out everything until I do what it wants. I thought I had it handled, but what we saw yesterday, that shrine? I think that was me. I don't know what else it might make me do.”

[doomcame]

Taissa drops a sigh as if the sound accompanies the loss of a weight. The decision is made. She doesn't want to see Chloe this way, she can't. She's managed to pour all of her fear into Chloe without draining her own cup.

Taissa gently takes Chloe's face into her hands.

"Listen to me. I don't know what's happening, what's moving you. But it isn't you. The... shrines, whatever you want to call them. They're my fault. I-- when I'm sleepwalking... I don't know why I do these things but I do, and I don't remember. It's happened before. You're not the one who has to worry about hurting anybody. I'm sorry."

[desperate_times_right]

Later, once they're safe, Chloe will be mad about this. She’s been convinced that the first shrine had cursed her for over a week and Taissa hadn't said a word. Chloe had called K asking for help! No wonder he hadn't known what was going on there. At the same time, she knows that were their situations reversed, she might still not have told the truth. No wonder Taissa never sleeps.

She closes her eyes and nods.

“Okay. Was that you who took that necklace out of my bag, too? I've been blaming Squalo for that.”

The teeth necklace had wound up on the first shrine but Lalo hadn't mentioned it in all the consternation about her blood.

“I don't know where this thing is taking me. If it's taking me anywhere. It feels like it's pulling me in a different direction every day. What can I do? To help you.”