teaganmitchell (teaganmitchell) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-08-12 12:31:00 |
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Abandoning the ship wasn't the worst thing that had ever happened to her. However, given her choice she would have preferred to have abandoned it while being fully clothed. She'd grabbed a bag and her sandals on the way to the lifeboat, but the bag was from Susie's bachelor's party. The bathing suit wrapped in her skeleton beach towel and stuffed inside it had still been slightly damp. The crocheted cover-up dress didn't really cover up more than the t-shirt, which was thoroughly unhelpful. After a thorough inventory of her bag, Teagan found herself with ample makeup, an open bag of skittles, an unopened bag of potato chips, two partial bottles of candy-flavored vodkas, and utterly sans wardrobe.
It was probably stupid to be worried about how she looked, but embarrassment was honestly what kept her from wandering too far from the lifeboat after the landing. She was worried about Delaney, but not so worried that she was willing to go with Susie to look for her. Rob York seemed to think that Delaney had ended up on another lifeboat, and was probably safe elsewhere, probably on the mainland by now, wherever that was. Teagan wasn't totally certain that he knew what he was talking about, but it was more comforting than thinking someone who'd been in their group might have died on the boat.
People had died on the boat, though. There was nothing that made their group special. No veil of protection. If Delaney had been hurt, or killed, then they were still a lot luckier than a lot of the other people who'd made it. Teagan wasn't sure who'd done all the screaming right after they'd landed, but she was sure that person probably lost a lot more than just a few dresses. She wondered if they'd ever find out for sure who'd died and who'd gone missing. Would the bodies wash up ashore? Thus far, none had, nothing had, but she thought it was possible.
While the sun had been out, Teagan had done her best to wash her bathing suit and towel in saltwater and lay them out to dry during the day. They were still draped over a relatively clean rock nearby, but weren't in any state to be helpful as bedding. She'd claimed two of the silver emergency blankets; one to lay out to sit on and the other to wrap herself up in. The packets had reminded her a lot of microwave popcorn, and the blankets themselves weren't terribly soft or comfortable. It rustled a lot, and when more than one person was unfolding them it had sounded like a rainstick. But it was - thankfully - less like tin foil than it looked. Still, she couldn't entirely shake the feeling that she resembled a potato (a noisy potato... fantastic), but at least she wasn't flashing panties at everyone else on the beach.
She hadn't grabbed her guitar. That was the shittiest part, next to being in her underwear. Like almost everything else she'd brought with her - her nicest things, too, even if they weren't as nice as Susanna's - the guitar would have to be replaced. That would mean vying for extra hours at the coffee shop, since of course nothing was insured.
Just great. Fantastic. Excellent trip.
God, she hoped Delaney wasn't actually dead. How bitchy would it be if she was sitting around moping about lost material goods while a girl she knew, a girl she'd been drinking with not two days ago, was sinking to the bottom of the sea? Already, she was probably in the running for some kind of shallow bitch award, worrying about people seeing her in her panties when there were people who'd been alive just the day prior, and were now sinking... or being eaten by watery scavengers, or whatever. She definitely wasn't getting any points for humanitarianism.
Using the blanket's incessant rustling as a cover for the sound the bag made, Teagan ducked her head to sneak an orange skittle into her mouth. Just to cover up the aftertaste of the protein bar. She hadn't touched the booze, yet. There wasn't really enough to share, and she thought she might need that later, if the rescue boat didn't show up.
God, she was hoping it showed up soon. She wasn't sure how well foil-wrapped potatoes could sleep, but she had a feeling that sleep wasn't going to be very restful even if she did get any.