@cryptographism

     When she first arrives her head is swimming, and not in the pleasant way she had normally preferred. The landscape is expansive, and worryingly devoid of one specific person. “Oh no... Frank? Hello?” She needn’t call a second time, for she knew if her husband were to have passed alongside her, he would have been just that– by her side. Forget the change in scenery, the fact that he was nowhere to be found was the most concerning part of all of this. A fingernail rises unbidden to be clenched between her teeth, and Sadie finds herself struggling to hold back tears.

    “No. No. No crying,” the medium admonishes herself aloud, though her hand doesn’t quite leave the vicinity of her face as it clenches into a fist. “Get a hold of yourself. You’ve dealt with the–” she swallows a dry throat with a sour expression, as though her mouth were full of bad wine. The words tasted all to similar. “-the afterlife from the side of the living before, you can deal with it from the other side now.” Now all she needed was a distraction, or a drink, or both, and in hopes of finding one or the other she opens the bag which she’d so generously been given upon her arrival. Not a drop to be found.

Aaaaalright here we go! I know I’m apping from a way-obscure fandom here, but if anyone would like a starter from an inebriated high-society occultist, feel free to like this post, no cap! Fair warning that alcohol is kind of her second (or first?), third, and fourth favorite thing in the world so most if not all threads are likely to at least involve mentions of it.