#event.one

they came by every month, occasionally more often, looking for salves or drinks or smells or something for things that they would never admit having. nightmares, scars, insomnia, bruises, memories, the sensation that they were pulling apart at the seams and their head was too loud.

that

they had stumbled across the white rabbit in the way that most people did, by complete accident, and found something for most of their ails. 

it had been over two years at this point, coming in for top ups or adjustments to the collection of ingredients cause they’d just been drinking too much. (a bandaid for a bullet wouond, but if it worked, it worked)

the bell above the door lightly chimes as they open it, stepping in with wide eyes casting quickly around the space. cares taken to not be noticed, not be followed, but there never was anyone else in here. just the rabbits, staring with such piercing intensity that they shifted, pulling down their plain black face-mask and stepping towards the counter.

The police had already cleaned up, gotten as much information as they could (or were told to). There was only a small yellow sign with the number ‘ 7 ‘ emblazoned on it where the note once stood. Part of the rope still hung from the light, tied too tightly to be fully removed. There was a line where it had been cut, letting the man down.

The hotel staff would be coming by later in the day to clean up. They had been on the site before, and none of the police had tried to protest. But there was something, something not coming loose, a frayed edge of a piece of cloth and they couldn’t stop tugging at it. An itch, and uncertainty.

But that was all of Wonderland, wasn’t it?

They stood, staring up, not looking at the bed. At the way the table was in easy reach for someone lying there, at the soft white fabric crumpled. No blood on it, but they swore they could smell it, could taste it on their tongue, the sounds of shouting blending in with loud music that vibrated through the floor the taste of tears and blood drying on skin and -

[ vibe client, to nikolai, 01:12 ] :   didn’t expect to see you on here

     click, and the screen went dark. the sandy haired male turned to the individual beside him at the bar, taking a large drink from his beer. setting it down, he posed a question, ‘ not to get too personal, but have you ever met someone you feel like you’re supposed to on this app? ’