The night stretches on for what seems like weeks, but at last morning breaks again, and all those on the beach who still draw breath are grateful to find themselves still a member of that category as sunrise spreads out across the horizon.
Not everyone is fortunate enough to be joining the bleary trainers who gather near the remains of the fire, now a crumbling monument to a night of celebration that seems like it happened years ago. Today there are two people missing, and a quick roll call identifies them as moon-panther and Crazy Linoone.
The former is found to have missed the memo put out by the sun, still snoozing away on her own little patch of beach. The latter, though, is sleeping a bit more deeply. Though far less mutilated than some of the corpses discovered so far, it is nevertheless clear that her end was not a pleasant one; her face is contorted into a grimace of pain and her fingers clutch uselessly at the sand. The remains of vomit is splattered on the ground around her, and not far away lies a perfectly innocent-looking, half-eaten sandwich. Apparently that late-night snack wasn't such a good idea.
Crazy Linoone is dead. She was not mafia.
Forty-eight hours for discussion.
Not everyone is fortunate enough to be joining the bleary trainers who gather near the remains of the fire, now a crumbling monument to a night of celebration that seems like it happened years ago. Today there are two people missing, and a quick roll call identifies them as moon-panther and Crazy Linoone.
The former is found to have missed the memo put out by the sun, still snoozing away on her own little patch of beach. The latter, though, is sleeping a bit more deeply. Though far less mutilated than some of the corpses discovered so far, it is nevertheless clear that her end was not a pleasant one; her face is contorted into a grimace of pain and her fingers clutch uselessly at the sand. The remains of vomit is splattered on the ground around her, and not far away lies a perfectly innocent-looking, half-eaten sandwich. Apparently that late-night snack wasn't such a good idea.
Crazy Linoone is dead. She was not mafia.
Forty-eight hours for discussion.