[color=f26522]CELESTE BROWN[/color] - Sandy Coves Inn - mid-afternoon

Celeste cowered behind Archie as she watched the strangers approach the deathclaw from down the road.  It wasn't long before the woman began butchering the near-dead beast.  The last thing Celeste would remember would be falling onto the concrete landing in front of the door to the Inn and blacking out.

She woke up sometime later, in her bed, a dull throbbing on the side of her head.  "Ugh," she groaned, sitting herself up slowly.  "That's the second time I've woken up with a headache, today..."

Celeste reached over to the water glass containing a mere gulp of water in the bottom.  She drank it anyways, then stared wistfully at the empty cup.  She recalled a lovely, warm memory of the evening before, drinking wine and dancing with Adam.  Celeste pulled the glass to her bosom and sighed.  "Maybe he's come home by now."

She slid off her bed, pulled the cover over neatly, slipped her All American sneakers back onto her feet, and strode into the little kitchen for some more purified water.  Celeste gulped down half a bottle, replaced it into the fridge, and walked out into the foyer.

"Manager Celeste!  Do not panic, at least, not right away, but Sara is...missing," the robot greeted her.

Celeste looked up from the drawer she was rooting around in. "What?"

"I haven't seen her for several hours.  Her person and belongings have seemed to vacate the premises."

"She didn't check out, she just...left?"

"It appears that way."

"I hope it wasn't something I said, last night, after I drank all that moonshine," Celeste mumbled.  She rolled her shoulders back.  "She might turn up.  Keep her room for her for a little bit longer."

"Will do, Manager!  Are you heading out, somewhere?"

"I'm going to go look for Adam.  He wasn't home, this morning."  Celeste gave the robot a wave and walked back out of the Inn.  The first thing she noticed was a large, dark and drying blood stain from the deathclaw, but no deathclaw.  She didn't bother wondering about what happened to it.  Celeste wandered through the rest of town, totally oblivious to any clean up efforts or other folks milling about, and made a beeline for Adam's shack.  The brahmin was still missing from her pen.  She knocked on the door, regardless.

"Adam, are you back?" she called fruitlessly.  She loitered for a few moments more.  Dread, despair, and anger filled her all at once.  Her face and head felt very hot as she flushed, deeply.  Celeste stomped her foot, causing her bosom to heave in a most comical fashion.  She kicked the door in her frustration, stubbing her toes, while also throwing herself sufficiently off balance to cause her to flail backwards and fall the short distance to the ground on her backside.

"Hmmph!"  Celeste wiped some dust off her face with the back of her hand.  She sat on the broken pavement, pouting, looking out to the water.  "I can't believe he'd just...wine and dine me...butter me up like that...and then leave?!"

She stood up and wiped off her backside.  "What should I do, now?"  Some large debris floated in the water, some distance away.  Celeste decided to talk a walk by the water.  She wandered down the beach until she came to another shack.  

"Oh!" she exclaimed to herself.  "Rook seems to see a lot around town.  Maybe he's seen Adam."  Celeste drew up to the door and knocked.  "Rook?  Are you there?"  She paused, then called, again.  "Have you seen Adam?"