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Post by Jessica Fleming on May 12, 2020 22:52:07 GMT
There was nothing Jessica could do. Her natural, a little childish curiosity led her both in games and in real life. Jess was one of those players who enjoyed exploring and clicking on every single interactable object of the game just to see what will happen.
Jessica perceived this room as a new location to explore. Her friends had got used to her habit to get distracted in the middle of the conversation and just wander somewhere nearby but it seems Emmy was not ready for this.
Well, she'll get used to it.
Jessica realized that such actions will probably make their kidnapper mad but... she could not resist. She wanted to take a shower and get rid of this smell and dirty clothes more than anything. But the girl could not do it knowing that her naked body will be observed. Yes, sometimes her cosplay could be fan service but it was just sexualization, or, how it is progressively called nowadays - objectivization. Jessica never was naked in front of someone and she did not want to begin now.
So yeah, her disgust won against fear.
Luckily (?), Jessica's plan has worked. She could not but clapped when Emer threw the towel on the camera but quickly stopped herself, realizing that it looked dumb.
She was not dumb.
Jessica tried to laugh, hearing Emmy's joke. She was not scary, terrifying, or disgusting, so Jess would not call her creep. There were only two disadvantages: the girls did not know each other and Emmy was bad at charades.
Only time will tell if these two things remain unchanged.
Jessica got back in the main room and took her dress that she previously had chosen. She hesitated a little because maybe she could find something more practical or comfortable... Nah. It was fine. It was pretty, it was her size and if she chose something else she would regret it. The girl also has found proper white lingerie... lace lingerie but the author of this sorrow tale would refrain from additional comments concerning her choice. Jessica believed that she chose this underwear because it was pretty and it would be just vulgar to focus on this aspect more than we have already done.
Jessica hid the underwear under her new dress and returned to the bathroom. She pointed on herself, on the shower cabin, then on Emmy and on the entrance making a begging gesture to be more polite. Yeah, it was rude to point on people but what could she do? Jess just wanted to take a shower without someone watching her, what was wrong with that?
When Emmy has left, Jessica could finally take her clothes off. She entered the cabin and finally she was left alone with the warm water and her thoughts. When itchy smell got away, Jessica's feelings became much clearer.
What was this place anyway? Who could do it and why? She felt like she was playing a game but unintentionally skipped the tutorial and had no idea what to do next and how to shoot.
She began to think about the people who were stuck here as well... Kim... Was she fine? How was she doing? She must worry about her as hell while she is changing dresses in this Asian barbie house. How Jessica will survive this without her being around? And Sawyer? What if she lost all her optimism and now was all alone and scared? And Geoff... Jessica did not him as well as she wished, partially because Jess believed Kim had a crush on him, even though she had never told her that. So it was big, BIG no for her. Crushes, as well as ex-boyfriends, are just off-limits to friends. That's just like, the rules of feminism! So yeah, even though Jessica was deeply impressed by Geoff's skills, she has never tried to become closer to him, respecting the feelings of her best friend. But she kept wondering... why Geoff untied her first? Probably because she looked the most miserable, that's all.
His tuxedo came into her mind but this image quickly changed to another person in such an outfit. Kim. Smiling, happy Kim that was here somewhere.
Jessica was filled with determination. She will solve this unlogical scheme. She will survive this mess. She will find her friends and even if she will not save them she won't let them die because of her.
The ginger girl rubbed her delicate body and hair dry with a towel (luckily there were four of them in this room). She changed her clothes and put her old ones in the corner, leaving the bathroom. Jessica will wash them later, now she needed to finish her meal and find out what Emmy knows.
If she did not want to take a shower as well.
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Post by Emer Shallow on May 13, 2020 11:16:29 GMT
Jessica all but shooed Emmy out of the bathroom. Not really necessary, as Emmy had been about to leave the moment she realized Jessica wanted to use the facilities. She'd only really stayed in the bathroom while Jessica was getting her stuff because she wanted to look around. She'd gotten stuck at the mirror, though, staring at herself. She hadn't brushed her hair or her teeth, removed her makeup, or even changed her clothes in days. Looking at herself this way, she was sure it had been days. I feel disgusting.. At the very least she desperately needed a change of underwear and vowed to do that as soon as Jessica was done in the bathroom.
Having been kicked out and left to herself, Emer seized the opportunity to get better aquainted with the room. Honestly, she was really curious if the bathroom even had hot water, but she heard the water running and no scream, so she assumed it was all good. Wait- can Jessica even scream? Would I hear that? She'd just have to wait and see whether the bathroom got steamy or not.
There were a lot of things to look at, but Emmy began with the wardrobe. Jessica had been right, she probably should change her clothes. Not because she wanted to play dress up, but because she'd been in this dress for far too long, and it was beginning to smell now that she thought about it. She picked out a fresh pair of underwear and a green A-line dress - comfy and cute. But not too cute - and put them down on top of the dresser so she could easily pick them up later once Jessica was done. No way was she changing in the room that still had cameras following them.
While finding clothes, she ran her hand against the bottom of each drawer, trying to see if there was anything but clothes there, but found nothing. She moved onto the desk and eventually the book shelf, absentmindedly picking out individual books to look behind them. She wasn't looking too hard, she already knew their captor wasn't going to just leave them a key or anything actually useful, but the search left her something to do while waiting.
At last, she heard the shower turn off and eventually the door opening, and Emmy turned to give Jessica a thumbs up. She really did look nice. She wasn't sure why that would be a priority, but for some girls it was, and she wasn't about to discourage her when she found a little bit of happiness and amusement in this otherwise dreary situation. Emmy pointed to herself and then to the bathroom door with a quizzical look. Can I go now? Then she realized Jessica was mute, not deaf, and decided to vocalize her request. "My turn?"
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Post by Jessica Fleming on May 13, 2020 14:33:56 GMT
Unfortunately, Jessica could not scream properly. Luckily she did not have to. There was warm water in the shower, so she could simply imagine herself in some kind of a hotel. Like Overlook Hotel from The Shining. When Jessica saw that Emer approved her appearances, she gave her a warm smile. Yeah, she was one of those girls who cared too much about her looks. But when Emmy continued to use gestures, Jessica looked confused. Why she was doing this? Was she teasing her or vice versa, tried to be supportive as if she was in her shoes? Eventually, Emer said what she wanted at loud and Jessica just nodded. Jess was feeling much better after the shower and she decided to finish her meal. Eating is very important, especially for a freely growing organism. Particularly considering these delicacies. Lasagna... well, Garfield would approve, so does Jessica. When she finished eating, she started wondering where these food traces will go. Will a kidnapper take them away when the girls will sleep? In this case, maybe they should just pretend that they are sleeping to spy... In any case, it was a much better thought that the suggestion that this meal was the last one in their lives. Jessica poured water from a jar in her glass and began to drink. Just common water, not sweat, not salty and without the taste of poison. She took one of the books and started to write the following list of clues, trying to summarize her thoughts. Maybe Emmy would help her. What if she saw something that Jessica had missed? LIST OF CLUES- The mannequin in the wedding dress
- The wedding arch (obsession?)
- The electric chairs
- Sewing supplies (knitting needle)
- Cameras
- The kidnapper or their accomplice is a female (voice)
- The kidnapper is rich to afford this room and cameras and a gun and the clothes, etc
- Prank with shooting
- Familiar faces around
Jessica stopped writing. It did not help. It seemed that Emer was her only hope.
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Post by Emer Shallow on May 14, 2020 12:40:00 GMT
When Jessica gave her permission, Emmy grabbed the clothes she'd laid out earlier and moved on to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She still wasn't entirely comfortable getting undressed, and kept glancing around trying to see if there were any more cameras. Who's to say the obvious one in the corner would be the only one? What if there was a smaller camera in one of these shampoo bottles? The makeup bags? The ceiling light? What if this mirror was really a one-way mirror? No, it didn't look like it, it wasn't a part of the wall, just mounted on it. Still, she never knew who could be watching, or from where.
It didn't much matter. These panties needed to come off, if she didn't want a serious UTI. She took one more glance around the room before unzipping the dress and chucking it in the corner. There were no laundry baskets here, of course not, so the corner would have to do. She was less thrilled about chucking her underwear, as it would smell and be gross, and she has a roommate, so...
This wasn't ideal in any sense of the word, but once the bathtub filled just a little, she grabbed her dress from the corner, removed her underwear, and chucked both in the water. She grabbed some soap - a lot of soap - and dumped it in as well, scrubbing at the filthy fabrics, hoping to get them at least somewhat clean. The soap wasn't exactly laundry detergent, but it couldn't hurt to try, right? Once done, she let the clothes hang over the sink to dry.
She spent some time refilling the bathtub, sitting on the edge naked and contemplating life, slowly watching the water rise above her ankles and up her legs. What am I supposed to do now? The only thing she could do, really, she could take a bath. After that, who knows. Normally she loooved warm baths, but she couldn't entirely enjoy this one. Especially because she kept glancing at the covered up camera in the corner, wondering and worrying about whether or not the towel could fall off and expose her. With that anxious thought, she quickly finished washing herself off, got out and grabbed a towel.
The new underwear went on as quick as humanly possible, and the green dressed soon followed suit. There was no hairdryer here, but no matter - Emmy was used to letting her hair air-dry anyway. She contemplated the array of makeup, but decided against it. Who was she impressing in here, really? She reconsidered when she looked up at herself in the mirror. Even in a situation like this she could make a semblance of an effort, if only to make herself feel better about herself right now.
She dabbed on a little foundation, some eyeshadow, lipgloss and some mascara. Okay, way better.
Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward the door. Was she ready for company again? Maybe she could stay in here and enjoy the solitude. Maybe she could cry a little by herself while she still had the chance. No, she'd been in the bathroom way too long already, and if nothing else, Jessica was a good distraction from the spiral of self-pity and despair. Hopefully she could keep Emmy from exploring her own mind too much.
Opening the door, she tried on her best smile and let Jessica know: "Okay, I'm done!"
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Post by Jessica Fleming on May 14, 2020 21:43:06 GMT
When Emer finally returned, Jess was happy to see her. Even though she could hear the sound of water it was not so loud. Jess could not stand loneliness and silence that for this reason she always found what to do. But for now she has done everything that she could. She did not have a desire to search for clues in the fancy room, she had no idea about further clues and her thoughts were too upsetting to focus on them. The girl also was not hungry and wished to save a salad and a chocolate bar for later.
Jessica showed Emmy an upper thumb, approving her new outfit, and what was it... a makeup? Jess was a little jealous. It looked so good on Emer, so how could Jessica forget about such basics? Maybe because she considered this room as a home and she did not wear make-up in her own house... Funny thought, especially considering that she did not wear such dresses either and this place did not feel like home at all. Luckily, Emmy could not read her mind... right? She was not sent by a kidnapper to learn Jessica's dirty secrets to use them against her, right?
Nah. Jess was just jealous that she had not thought about it and Emmy looked attractive. When everything will get back to normal, Jessica should be sent to jelly school for sure. But when this when will come? Well, Jess believed that it was in her power to hasten that day and she should start right now.
When Emmy approached her, the girl showed her the list that she made earlier. However, she also wrote one more sentence. "Do you know anything else that may help us to figure out what is going on here?" It was a long one so Jessica used small letters but she still managed to squeeze it.
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Post by Emer Shallow on May 15, 2020 21:47:47 GMT
Jessica suddenly presented her with a list, but it took her a while to realize it was notes on their experiences here. Maybe things Jessica had seen? Most of it Emmy didn't know at all, so obviously Jessica had seen more than her. Had she been here longer? The little Emmy had seen was already on the list, so she couldn't really help much, unfortunately. One thing on the list did stand out to her, though.
6. The kidnapper or their accomplice is a female (voice)
"I don't know if that voice is the kidnapper. Sounded like a tiny girl to me, might just be a recording from a show or something. Or a little girl they know." Truth be told, Emmy didn't even remember what the girl had said in the dining room. All she had focused on was the gun. She could only remember it in the basement saying 'please don't leave' or something like that. Not exactly specific enough to have to be a live feed.
She pointed to number 9 on Jessica's list as well. 9. Familiar faces around.
"I don't really know anyone in here. Except professor W., or something, but I know of him, I don't really know him or anything."
Emmy spent some time thinking. She really did want to help with the investigation. She didn't think it would amount to anything, but for now it was a welcome distraction, and she didn't want to seem less attentive than Jessica. "The amount of people here is odd. Nobody makes this many people just... disappear, right? The police must be on to them by now. But how did they get so many of us? Maybe there's a whole group." Okay, that thought was new, and terrifying.
"And we're roomed together. Is that because of lack of space, or on purpose? Nobody has been hurt yet, as far as I know, so this seems like a psychological torture chamber more than anything - maybe they don't want to kill us. Or maybe they don't have it in them." Or maybe they're a cat playing with their food before the final blow. Emmy shuddered.
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Post by Jessica Fleming on May 16, 2020 22:18:58 GMT
Jessica began to think about the voice. Yeah, it was quite young but their kidnapper does not have to be an old hug.
"Maybe there are many of them." assumed Jess and wrote it on another page. "Such a scheme could not be done by 1 person." She hesitated for a moment and added. "Or kidnaper has a daughter". That was a good theory, Jessica could believe in it. It reminded her of plots of old kid's cartoons when evil villainesses kidnapped protagonists to marry them on their daughters. It also set up to the wedding part quite well.
Jess was surprised to hear that Emmy barely knew everyone. It excluded the theory of conspiracy against a particular person. But Emmy could miss someone in the basement... However, Jessica wrote another word.
"Maidefield?" Well, probably all of them were united by the same city. Location is a much simpler and more logical reason.
What Emmy has said was also a very good point. The amount of people was weird. So many. Both men and women without kids and olds. "Why police hasn't saved us?" The was only one question that Jessica had. Yeah, how? How nobody cares that a bunch of people just disappeared in the thin air? Maybe Jessica was just a nobody but others could be much more important.
That reminded her... "What were you doing before?" she wrote. Jess wanted to know more about Emmy. She had no idea what her job could be.
The last idea also was a good one. Jessica could calm herself thinking that all of this is just like a chosen one test or hardcore Sorting Hat at least. Unfortunately, it was unlikely, even reality show theory had more proofs. "Test?" Jess tried to write shortly, since she realized that she needed to save the paper and trees. And planet desirably too. Test... but for what and why?
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Post by Emer Shallow on May 17, 2020 18:54:05 GMT
"Such a scheme could not be done by 1 person." Okay, fair. So far, they agreed. But Emmy really doubted one of those people was going to be a little girl. Serial killer, kidnapper and torturer weren't exactly jobs with 'bring your daughter to work' days. Although, single father by day, psychopath by night? Emmy would watch that show. Whatever, she wasn't going to argue. This investigation really didn't hold much water in any case, so it wasn't something she really took seriously.
"Maidefield?" Oh, yeah! That was likely true. Emmy was from Maidefield herself, and everyone had seemed to know each other in the basement, so chances were they all stemmed from the same part of town. She smiled at Jessica to show agreeance. "Hopefully we're still there." They probably were. Who could transport this amount of people without being caught? At least that would help their chances of being found by the police.
"Why police hasn't saved us?" "They will soon," Emmy promised. "They probably just started looking. Police often won't even look at a missing person's report until it's been over 24 hours, especially not if they think it's young kids running away or being stupid. By now they'll have started to take it more seriously, I think. Especially if they've noticed a pattern. If we're still in Maidefield, which is likely, they'll find us in a few days at the latest." She wasn't sure if she was trying to convince Jessica or herself, but it made sense. It was the hope she'd cling to for now.
"What were you doing before?" "Just walking home from a friend's party. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was getting late at night, though. What about you?" She didn't like thinking about that moment. It made her feel stupid, like it was her own fault. If only she'd listened to her friends and her mom and not walked home alone and vulnerable. Why had she been so proud? Who was she trying to prove her strength to? Getting herself kidnapped, especially as easily as she had, wasn't proving anything to anyone.
"Test?" Test? Emmy wasn't entirely sure what she meant by that, so she just shrugged, hoping that would somehow fit. Jessica seemed really into this investigation, with all her questions, and although Emmy had zero faith in her endevours, she was starting to get curious how far Jessica would go with this, and what conclusions she'd draw.
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Post by Jessica Fleming on May 18, 2020 19:21:22 GMT
Jessica was nervous while presenting her notes to Emmy, since she was not sure in her own points.
As if she ever was sure in something.
Luckily, they agreed on something. In should be an organized group who kidnapped the citizens of Maidefield for some reason. Their town was not so special, it was even not in Maine. Jessica nodded. She also hoped that they were not too far from home so it will be easier for police to find them. Speaking of which...
Jess appreciated that Emmy tried to be optimistic and thought that they will be eventually saved. Jessica wanted to believe in that too and she tried. Just a few days to wait... Until after tomorrow? Well, that sounded like a bad title of a sequel.
"So we must be lucky that not so young people were kidnapped too." wrote Jessica and hoped that this piece of writing could properly illustrate her irony...or sarcasm? She never was good in the differentiation of terms.
Jessica wanted to know like Emmy's occupation but her answer was fine too. She just had to be more specific next time. "Me too. I was coming from my friend late. Btw, what was your job? I just want to know you better."
When Jessica saw that Emmy just shrugged she decided that some clarification was needed and added the following. "We are observed 24/7. What if they also analyze our behavior and don't just monitor us, so we won't escape?" Jessica was not sure why she assumed that. The girl just tried to include every theory... but she was really bad at summarizing the pieces of evidence that she had.
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Post by Emer Shallow on May 18, 2020 21:47:17 GMT
Her job? Emmy was almost ashamed to say she didn't have one right at this moment. Her parents had saved up quite a lot of money for her to go to a semi-formal small town college, and she was taking advantage of the excess. "I'm a psychology student," she eventually admitted, supressing the guilt. "What about you?"
"We are observed 24/7. What if they also analyze our behavior and don't just monitor us, so we won't escape?" Well, that's not at all terrifying.
Jessica might be right on this one. Even a broken clock is right twice a day. The cameras inside the room, and especially in the bathroom weren't practical for preventing escape. And they seemed sufficiently trapped for escape not to be a necessary concern. For a brief moment she remembered Professor W. in the basement - easily the oldest guy there, clearly out of place and having way too much fun. Could this all just be a psychology experiment for his own entertainment and curiosity? He was a psychlogy professor, after all.
Nahh, he wouldn't do something like this. ... Would he? ... Nahh... or...
"I think I preferred it when I thought it was just a pervert."
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Post by Jessica Fleming on May 19, 2020 18:56:09 GMT
Well, only when Emer asked Jessica about HER OWN job, the realized that she got in trouble. Because she did not have any. Jessica was uncomfortable telling people that she was a cosplayer because, well it was more like a hobby and you won't get much profit from it. So, it could not be clarified as steady and suitable for an adult person. Not to mention that Jessica was not proud of being a geek and could truly express herself only when she was with her close friends, on thematic festivals, or just did not have any other choice.
Luckily, now she had a choice and could... stretch the truth a little bit. "I planned to enter the university this year to become an actress but laryngitis and mutism did not allow me." She did not want to tell that she wanted to be not just any actress but a musical one because it was too ironic... and painful. Disney movies taught Jessica not to give up on her dreams no matter how impossible they seemed. If you're are pretty girl you should just wish hard enough and all your dreams come true and even the prince will come. The big corporation who has monopolized almost everything could not lie, right? Right?!
So yeah. Jessica was jealous of Emmy once again. Unlike the cosplayer girl, she succeeded to enter the university. "Well... if we managed to get out of here, you will have enough material for term paper ;)" she wrote. Jessica tried to joking around to slightly brighten up the situation even though she was not sure it will work.
"I think I preferred it when I thought it was just a pervert." It was now Jessica's turn to shrug. Her written response was the following: "It's creepy anyway. But I don't get why someone does this. I have 100500 theories but I can't gather all pieces together."
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Post by Emer Shallow on May 20, 2020 13:17:57 GMT
"I planned to enter the university this year to become an actress but laryngitis and mutism did not allow me." Emmy had wondered about Jessica's muteness - if she'd been born with it or contracted it, and if it was temporary or permanent. Her inability to communicate without her voice indicated it hadn't been long since she lost it, but it would just have felt rude to ask outright. Now Jessica had brought it up herself, though. She somehow found it amusing that Jessica managed to overuse her vocal cords, despite never having heard her talk she had no problems imagining Jessica not being able to shut up. It fit so well with the rest of her persona. "So your mutism... how did that happen, if you don't mind me asking?" Emmy gave a sympathetic smile, hoping not to sound too pitying.
"Well... if we managed to get out of here, you will have enough material for term paper ;)" Emmy actually laughed. Genuinely. Something she didn't feel like she'd done since her kidnapping. It felt... nice. "Oh, I'm saving this one for my master thesis," she quipped back. Now she almost hoped Professor W. was behind this. It would make for a much more interesting story. Besides, even though she thought him mad enough to pull something like this, she really didn't think him capable enough to keep it going, so that would be a comfort. It would also give her a more, shall we say reliable, examiner, once Professor W. went to prison.
For Jessica's final statement, Emmy just shrugged with a sad smile. She didn't know why their kidnapper was doing this either. Out of curiosity or boredom? There were so many connected people in here it might be due to spite, revenge, something the group had done, that she'd just gotten caught up in. Maybe this evil bastard needed some randoms like her and Dean to throw the police off his scent. But there really weren't enough randoms to pull something like that off. Maybe they'd been mistakenly thought to have been a part of something. There was no way of knowing until they knew who their captor really was. And until then, it didn't really matter all that much. Emmy wasn't as preoccupied with thoughts of why, but rather thoughts of how. How to get out of here, to be precise. She'd have to wait for the police, or wait for an opportunity. In either case, there wasn't much she could do except wait.
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Post by Jessica Fleming on May 20, 2020 17:53:18 GMT
Well, Jessica would love not to emphasize her muteness but it was impossible, for obvious reasons. However, she appreciated that Emmy tried to be tactful. Jessica sighed and began to write, carefully choosing words. It was hard to admit that she was a cosplayer, so the girl did all the specifics as blur as she could. "It was cold and my dress was not warm enough and I sang a lot. It was a festival." some words were crossed out and Jess had to start over again but eventually these two sentences became recognizable. Jessica realized how dumb they sounded because... well, it was not the most rational decision from her side. "I just did not think about the consequences. We were having fun" Jessica added in hope that it will make her look somehow better in Emer's eyes. She could lie, for sure, and came up with a completely different story but there were no justified reasons to get laryngitis, only stupid ones.
When Emmy laughed, Jessica smiled back and felt much better, as if the ice just has broken. They say that laughter is the best medicine after all. And maybe, just maybe... everything will work out. Eventually.
It seemed that Emmy also did not know how to solve this mystery. Well... they had plenty of time to think about it. Jessica took a chocolate bar that lonely lied on the table and divided it into two equal parts, offering one to Emer as a sign of... possible friendship? Well, Jess has not died from poison yet, so everything seemed fine and not deadly.
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Post by Emer Shallow on May 20, 2020 21:20:07 GMT
It seemed like it wasn't all that long ago that the girl had lost her voice, which wasn't entirely a surprise. But laryngitis was very temporary, so at least she should be getting her voice back soon. She was about to ask how long it had been, but Jessica seemed uncomfortable enough talking about it, so Emmy chose not to pry any further. She hadn't thought she cared much for the girl, but she was actually happy to learn her condition wasn't permanent. Oh, Emmy, you do have a heart.Her smile lasted up until Jessica once again offered her a piece of food. Well, chocolate. Not exactly food. She kind of wished Jessica had taken the hint earlier. Her stomach issues had been a poorly constructed half-lie, and she didn't want to be forced to repeat it. Especially not when Jessica was handing it out as a friendly offering, 'breaking bread' with her as it were. Still, she preferred hurting her feelings to potentially poisoning herself. If Jessica was still okay by the morning, Emmy might reconsider, but until then.. "No thanks," Emmy said with a pressed smile, trying to be as polite about this awkward situation as possible. "You remember, stomach issues." She patted her stomach mildly, knowing full well that neither of them believed it to be true. Well, it was true, it just wasn't the reason she was declining. "Speaking of, I'mma just, I'm gonna-" she said and gestured to the bathroom. Anything to get away from this awkward conversation topic again. She didn't like hinting to the fact she believed there was a decent enough chance that Jessica would be dead or dying tomorrow. Besides, it gave her an opportunity to hide from the cameras again. There might be more, hidden cameras, but it felt better knowing there was at the very least a possibility for privacy. Awkwardly slipping into the bathroom, Emmy closed the door behind her and immediately released a sigh. The quiet solitude felt better than she'd imagined. I wonder how often I'm gonna have to hide out in here..[THREAD END]
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