michellewebster (michellewebster) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2022-09-19 12:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !outside madison, [plot] clown motel, chris argent (argentum), michelle webster (michellewebster), ~2022 september |
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
Who: Michelle Webster and Chris Argent
What: Sharing a bed
When: Monday morning, September 19
Where: Clown Hotel Clownvis Suite
Warnings: TBD
Status: Closed/Ongoing
Michelle woke to light spilling around and through the curtains of her room. That was unusual. She kept blackout curtains in her bedroom so the room remained dark during the day. She lifted her head to look around, then sat up abruptly, sleepiness vanquished by a sudden jolt of adrenaline.
The walls were a bright yellow-green color, and the decor was...clown-themed? Great. "Oh, god," Michelle said with a sigh. This had to be more Madison Valley fuckery. Her handgun was resting on the bedside table, right where it should be, along with her phone. Even if it wasn't her bedside table. This wasn't her bed, either. It was a king bed, larger than the queen she slept on at home. And she didn't recognize the man sleeping next to her.
He looked to be about her chronological age. And he was a complete stranger. This was hardly the first time she'd awakened in bed with a stranger, but usually she remembered going to bed with him, her, or them. She'd gone to sleep--alone--in her own bed last night. Naked, as usual. Still was.
Michelle picked up her phone. She still had network access, so she leaned over, careful to keep herself covered by a sheet, and snapped a selfie. She posted it with the question Does anyone know who this guy is? Odds were, he was another refugee in Madison, so odds were someone would know his name.