MHA #6 Saturday Afternoon

[arboreal_priestess]

While Liam might have been ready and willing to hop up out of bed on only a few hours sleep to go to the picnic, Verity was absolutely not. Instead, she'd shooed him out, promising to come out and find him after she got a few more hours of precious, precious sleep in. And maybe a cup of coffee. And possibly a run around the island, just to stretch her legs after days of driving.

Basically, she'd catch up with him later.

The knock at her door came in the early afternoon, while she was still in the shower. She'd yelled for whoever it was to come back later, but the knocking had persisted. And persisted. And since it sounded like whoever was there wasn't going away - she had her money on Beau, actually - Verity hopped out and threw on a tank and sweats to answer the door.

To find a small box in brightly-colored wrapping paper. Apparently Beau had given up, but left this behind.

Sweet, if weird. "This had better be a bottle, Beau," Verity said, pulling off the top. "And I know Karolina wrapped this for--FUCK!"

There was a creepy doll in the box. Some horrid, mangled thing and it's eyes were rolling up to her. "MAMA," it cried and raised its plastic hands. "MAMA!"

Verity reached for the gun that was still on the foot of their bed - but it was too late.

A second later, both she and the doll were gone.

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[firstofitskind]

Liam’s day had started out well enough, catching up with friends at the picnic. But then there had been that growing sense of unease as time went on, an unease that he wasn’t the only one picking up on. And no one new had shown up for the picnic, nor had Anakin returned from ostensibly going to pick them up.

Perhaps most damning of all, Verity had never shown up. Which, if she’d changed her mind and just decided to stay home, that would have been one thing. But there were protocols for things like that; she would have called, texted, something. So unable to shake that growing unease, Liam ducked out of the picnic a little early to see what was up.

“Verity?” he called out as he unlocked the door. “Babe? Is everything-“

There was a gun on the bed.

Knives, axes, even the occasional polearm, they could sometimes be pretty casual about leaving strewn about. But not the guns.

Not the guns.

Everything was most definitely not okay.