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Sara Weaver
Sandy Coves Inn, Salem, Massachusetts - nightfall

Sara wasn't sure what to say as Celeste headed out into the town in the fading light. Everything had happened so abruptly, Celeste, this Inn, everything! She was feeling emotions she couldn't describe, urges she wasn't sure how to act upon. So as Celeste left the inn Sara remained seated on the counter, quietly on guard, rifle firmly clutched in her arms. She wanted to use this time to think about her feelings towards Celeste, whom to her was still a stranger but after an hour of sitting on the counter she started to stir in an attempt to keep herself awake. Sara was still exhausted from the trip down here but she made an obligation to stand watch at the door, no matter how comfortable her bed may have sounded right now.

Unfortunately it only took her a few minutes longer until her eyes had become too heavy to focus and she drifted off to sleep, slumped against the wall with thoughts of Celeste lingering in her head. Sara had lost all sense of time while she slept and it was only when Celeste returned that she awoke, quickly wiping the crust from her eyes and clearing the drool from around her mouth. She tried to play it off like nothing happened but Sara was obviously still clawing out of the miasma of a well needed rest.

Sara stiffened her posture and moved herself to the edge of the counter, her legs dangling off the side with her rifle lying across her lap. “Oh! Hey Celeste! Sorry I think I drifted off for a few minutes?” Sara paused to fully evaluate her surroundings and realized that from the dwindling light and drop in temperature that she was out for much longer than she originally thought. Embarrassed Sara stood up from the counter. “I'm going to head back to my room if you want to talk about your night.”

On her way back the hall Sara caught another glimpse of Celeste, she looked amazing and Sara stopped herself for a moment while she worked up the nerve to say something to her. With cheeks red from embarrassment Sara made a comment to her. “You're looking beautiful tonight. What I wouldn't give for a woman like you….” Sara froze after speaking, not fully realizing what she said until it was already said. Her head was still clouded by sleep, impairing her inhibitions. After she spoke she didn't want to wait for Celeste to respond, she already had an idea of what she would say anyway and she was thoroughly flustered now, to the point that she felt like crying.

With as much composure she could muster Sara headed back to her room, propping her rifle alongside be doorway. She left the door open and sat down on her bed, fidgeting with her pack of cigarettes until she finally got one free. Leaning out the window she sparked the cigarette, hoping that it and the cool evening air would help calm her down and ease her trembling.
Sara Weaver
Sandy Coves Inn, Salem, Massachusetts - late afternoon to early evening

Even though she said that she'd protect Celeste and her property. Sara wasn't anticipating the emotions she would feel when people actually turned to her for guidance. Her closest memory of such a feeling was when she was still running with her crew back west, but things were different now. She wanted to protect this place, and these two women. Celeste and Brandy weren't raiders, they hadn't bathed in blood like Sara had, their hearts were still pure and Sara didn't want to see that change. For whatever reason she cherished them for it but she couldn't piece together why. Either way she would act on her promise. Even if the rest of Salem was a shithole to Sara Celeste's Inn was worth fighting for.

“We'll be alright guys...I promise.” Sara walked over to Celeste and put an arm around her shoulders, while her other arm held her rifle with the barrel pointing towards the floor. “I'll hang out up here until things settle down. How's that sound?” She tried to set Celeste's mind at ease with a friendly and extremely unfamiliar grin. Before she let go of Celeste she rubbed her shoulder ever so gently and crawled up on the counter.

With her back against the wall Sara sat with one leg extended out on the counter, and the other bent resting on her foot, with her rifle rested across her chest at the ready for anyone that came into the lobby. Sara felt really weird after she comforted Celeste, almost like she was going to puke but she also felt an exhilarating sensation throughout her entire body that caused her to smile with the most genuine grin she could remember having. “I'll stay here as long as you need me to.” Sara said with a reassuring tone, almost as if she expected Celeste to not believe her. After all Sara had become well accustomed to people going back on their word the moment it became inconvenient for them.


Eliza Weaver
S&W Weaponry, Salem, Massachusetts - mid to late afternoon

Eliza was still physically and mentally exhausted and with the effects of the stimpak starting to kick in she felt even groggier. Although she had found a small comfort in the fact that her leg had already started to feel better, it was being able to lay in Shelby's bed, her body melting into her sheets. She'd wanted to experience this moment since they departed from each other.

“I'm feeling really hot Shelby, so unless you have something extremely light for me to wear I think I'll just stick with this blanket.” Eliza cracked a little smirk as she pulled her top off and threw it alongside Shelby's bed, exposing her breasts but Eliza didn't seem to care. At this point she was too hot to care, and as much as she wanted to sleep with Shelby she wasn't going to be able to if she couldn't cool down for at least a little bit.

Eliza barely reacted to the sound of Waylon yelling up the stairs to Shelby. Even with the sounds of him coming up the stairs with a supposed guest she didn't make an effort to cover her exposed chest. Eliza didn't like to wear clothes, a trait she'd carried since she was young. So if she was going to be living with Shelby and Waylon than he was going to see them sooner rather than later. It was at the sight of their company that Eliza second guessed her decision and pulled the blanket up just enough to cover herself. “I'm sorry, I'm still really out of it.” Eliza's face was starting to blush, and she just wished she could hide her face in Shelby's arms like an embarrassed child. “Thank you for taking care of my horse. We've been through alot together. I take it you're familiar with them?”
Sara Weaver
Sandy Coves Inn, Salem, Massachusetts - mid to late afternoon

Sara was relieved to hear Celeste's voice, even if it was filled with anxiety. With the shots being as close as they were Sara was worried that she was injured, but that didn't seem to be the case. With a sigh of relief Sara leaned against the wall, rifle still in hand. “We'll be alright Celeste. As long as I'm staying here I'll keep an eye out for you…it's the least I can do after all.”

Just as Eliza finished speaking the young woman from before, Brandy, entered the lobby. She casually strolled up to the counter complementing Celeste on her dress, and greeting Sara. Upon mentioning Celeste's outfit Sara realized that she wasn't fully aware of what was happening. For when she caught sight of Celeste in her dress she felt a fluttering in her stomach. Sara thought she was very attractive but she didn't say anything. Celeste didn't dress like that for her, she had someone special in mind and it certainly wasn't Sara.

Unbeknownst to Sara but she had started to zone out as she thought about Celeste in her dress, her eyes fixated on the wall opposite of her while she drifted away in thought. In response to Brandy’s greeting all Sara mustered was a poor attempt at a friendly smile. Sara wasn't sure if it was because of just waking up or if Celeste really just had this effect on her but she was out of it entirely.

It wasn't until the sounds of Steve coming back down from the roof started to echo into the lobby that Sara snapped out of it. She was making it a point to stay alert around him, he was shady and she certainly wasn't foolish enough to trust him. When he spoke to her, her blood started to boil, a sensation all too familiar to her. Surprisingly though Sara held her tongue, for once there was no smartass remark. Until Steve turned around and headed towards the door, as he breached the threshold of the doorway Sara called out from her spot against the wall.

“How about I shove one of these feet up your ass and then you can talk to me about the rules of combat!?” Immediately Sara went from feeling like her typical firebrand self to being crippled with regret after she turned and looked at Celeste. She hadn't even fully reacted to what Sara had said yet but just looking at her made her regret it for one of the few times in her life. Celeste was a much better woman than she was, and Sara envied her for that.
Sara Weaver
Sandy Coves Inn, Salem, Massachusetts - mid to late afternoon




Stirred by the distinctive pop of more gunshots Sara raised her head from her pillow, a trail of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth. Her first thought was of Celeste, the shots were closer than the last causing Sara to fear for the worst. While she hurried to get dressed, a lingering miasma of exhaustion still over her head she couldn't help but question her motives.

Earlier she was driven by bloodlust, eagerly charging off to partake in whatever fight was happening outside of town. But now she wasn't so eager, she felt afraid, not for herself but for the innocent woman at the counter that seemed so intent on taking care of her. Why was Celeste making her feel like this? Enough was enough though, Sara could hear the faint sounds of a brawl through her windows. She couldn't waste anymore time.

Instinct and years of raiding took control of her body, and she bolted out of her room grabbing her rifle along the way. On her way down the hall, her bare feet pattering on the hardwood flooring Sara cycled the bolt on her rifle chambering a round with a distinctive clunk. Within a few seconds Sara was at the counter rifle at the ready, and an extremely worried expression on her still groggy face. Everything still seemed like a dream to her, and maybe it was that would explain why she was feeling the way she was, but the sight of Celeste startled behind the counter brought it all back.

Sara froze in place, restraining herself from comforting Celeste. As much as she wanted to, she was too afraid herself. Instead she called out to her from where she stood, rifle in hand, maintaining a firm and alert posture. “Celeste are you okay!?”


Eliza Weaver
S&W Weaponry, Salem, Massachusetts - mid to late afternoon




Eliza sprawled out on the couch once Shelby helped her to it, even though a couch wasn't really what she wanted. Either way it didn't matter, she just wanted to lay down, hopefully with Shelby and try to forget everything that had happened to her again. It had gotten easier for her to move past all the violence and suffering she experienced as a young woman but the wounds Bragg left were fresh, and they cut deep.

Everyday had been filled with paranoia and anxiety. Eliza cloistered herself away from everyone else, she'd grown weak and afraid. Everynight was just the same she barely slept, or if she finally did it was because she cried herself to the point of exhaustion. Eliza had become so ashamed of herself. She wasn't worthy of being a Rough Rider anymore, she was a worthless, broken woman. Unable to defend herself and the ones she trusted.

Eliza just wanted to sleep, her words had escaped her once again. She felt horrible that Shelby had to see her like this but she felt even worse knowing that she may never get better. After Bragg caught her in the woods, after all of those nights...Eliza felt something snap inside of her. She couldn't take it anymore and she's spent everyday since then wandering as a husk of her former self.

“Shelby could you lay down here with me? You can use a stimpak while you do it. I just don't want to be awake anymore.”
Sara Weaver
Sandy Coves Inn, Salem, Massachusetts - mid to late afternoon




Sara gave a shy smirk as she removed her weathered boots and stuffed them alongside her bed. “Thanks Celeste…” By time Sara looked back up towards the doorway Celeste was gone. She could hear her footsteps heading away from her room and back towards the entryway. “I guess it’s just me now.” Sara got up from where she was sitting and made her way to the door, peeking out to make sure there was no one around but it was only Celeste. Sara wanted some privacy, mainly because that Steve guy was still around so she gently closed the door and exhaled a sigh of relief.

With her door shut Sara quickly undid her pants and dropped them where she stood, kicking her wet socks off in the process. Her underwear had started to soak through as well causing her to cover her face in embarrassment upon realizing it. “No, no, no. Why is this happening!” Sara tried to keep her voice down as she shamefully removed her underwear and put them in the pile with her pants and socks. Fishing through her backpack Sara got a fresh pair of clothes for her to change into. A pair of dark blue dungarees, a tank top that was in much better shape than the t-shirt she was currently wearing, and a dry pair of socks.

Sara took the fresh clothes and sat them on the seat of the chair that her jacket was on while she removed the rest of her dirty clothes piling them with her pants and underwear on the floor. Letting her hair down Sara sat down on the cold wooden floor and stretched out her muscles, she was starting to ache from the fight she was just in and hoped that some stretches and rest would put her muscles at ease.

Satisfied with her few minutes of stretches Sara clumsily stood up and cracked her windows. She wanted to feel the cool ocean breeze, that was one of her favorite parts of Salem, the ocean. Where she was camped at up north she wasn't anywhere close to it but down here she could taste it in the air. It sent a shiver down her spine as the cool breeze hit her bare body causing her to perk up instantaneously. In the cool inviting light that danced through the blinds Sara got a good look at just how dirty she was. It had been a few days since she cleaned herself last, and it would honestly be a few more but she wanted to look presentable...for whatever reason.

“I might as well try that bathroom out. I wonder if there's a bucket I fill up or something? Hmm, probably should've mentioned that to Celeste.” Not being in any state to chase Celeste down Sara entered her small attached bathroom. “This place really is something isn't it?” Sara marveled at the freshly cleaned bathroom. She'd truly never seen anything as amazing as this inn. It wasn't anywhere close to the condition it was in before the war but Celeste's compassion for her business was evident in the work she'd put into it.

Unsure of what to expect Sara hesitantly twisted the knobs on the sink, and surprisingly water came out. Sara quickly turned the water off and stepped back from the sink with a look of astonishment on her face. “What!? You've got to be kidding me!” Sara wiped her eyes and turned the knobs again, letting the water splash into the sink and down the drain as she ran her hands under it. She'd never seen anything like this before, the water certainly wasn't perfect but Sara had been washing herself in an algae covered pond for months. Making this bathroom a huge improvement.

Too excited to contain herself Sara shut the water off for the sink and made her way to the bathtub. Leaning over she turned the valves, wondering why there were two like the sink. She turned one on and left it run, the water still came out so they didn't both need to be on. Except the water was frigid like the water she bathed in at camp. So what did the other one do? Sara turned off the valve and then opened the other. Only to discover the same thing, the water was cold. “Well what's the point of having two if they don't do anything?” Sara tested the water again and quickly recoiled her fingers. “Ouch! That's hot!” Sara took a moment to process what she was experiencing and then started giggling. “It's hot! It's actually hot!” Sara turned the valve open all the way and inspected the toiletries around the bathroom while she giddily waited for the tub to fill.

After a few impatient moments of waiting the tub still hadn't filled. Causing Sara to realize that the plug chained to the tub was to keep the water in. So she plugged the drain and continued to wait. She sat on the toilet, playing with a slippery white bar of something, she wasn't sure what it was but it didn't taste very good. Either way it occupied her long enough for the tub to fill. Unable to wait any longer she shut the valve off and dipped her toe into the water letting out an audible shiver in doing so.

With her new toy and a washcloth in hand Sara climbed into the tub, submerging everything from the tip of her shoulders down. She'd never felt anything so good in her entire life. Her entire body tingled and her knees buckled underneath the soothing water. Still unsure of what to do with the little white bar she found, Sara let it drop into the water. An opaque cloud followed it from her hand until it came to rest on her hip.

Filled with curiosity Sara placed her hand over the bar and ran it around her waist and up and down her thighs. It's slipperiness under the water, coupled with the sensation it caused Sara to feel told her that she was doing something right. After a few minutes and a rather audible moan, Sara stopped and let the bar tumble off of her stomach and fall to the bottom of the tub. Sara curled her toes as she delicately traced her fingers around where the bar had been. Surprisingly it had left a film on her skin that was just as slick as the bar. “What is this thing?” Sara pulled her fingers up to her nose to smell the residue. It had a rather mild fragrance but it smelled better than she did.

So she grabbed the bar again and rubbed it on her arm, smelled it, then wiped the residue off with her washcloth. Again to her surprise the bar had cleaned her skin off, and left it smelling so much better. “This stuff is awesome!” Sara rubbed herself down from head to toe with her new slippery friend, following behind it with her washcloth until her whole body was the cleanest she could ever remember it being. “Where have you been my whole life?”

Sara’s demeanor completely changed when she entered this place, and she was fully aware of it. Now she didn't want to leave, this was what she'd been looking for. A place like this that made her happy, someone like Celeste that made her feel weird inside. All of these things felt special to her, and even if she didn't fully understand them she didn't want them to go away.

Sara finished cleaning herself up and let the tub drain. She grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off, including her hair, which felt so much cleaner now that she had a chance to rinse the grease and dirt out of it. Grabbing a comb from on top of the sink Sara sat back down on the toilet and went to work combing her hair back. After she was finished and completely dried off Sara hung the towel back up in the bathroom and made her way back into the main room, crashing onto the bed still completely naked. She had never felt so comfortable in her life, and a calming sensation came over her as she laid in bed. Sara grabbed a pillow from behind her head and began to cuddle it as her eyes began to grow heavier with each second. “So this is what home feels like…” She let out an exhausted sigh of relief and drifted off to sleep, as a small puddle of drool started to form on her pillow.




Sara Weaver
Sandy Coves Inn, Salem, Massachusetts - mid-afternoon






Fortunately for Steve the bot escorted him up the stairs and away from Sara. She did not care for him at all, especially after the wink. With the mood she was in right now she was ready to snap. That was her problem with fighting, once she started she couldn’t stop. Even now she was itching for a fight, except Celeste’s attitude was helping to calm her down...making Sara feel extremely awkward in the process.

Celeste turned back to Sara and gave her a warm smile. "Well, now! Where were we? Oh, yes!" She looked at the bag of caps and opened it, carefully counting out twenty-four. "I appreciate your gesture, but I couldn't possibly let you just over pay. Someone else might think they could under pay as a result, hmm? Please don't be offended. It's not personal." She closed up the pouch, stood on her tip-toes, and tucked the excess back into Sara's hand from across the counter.

“Oh...umm, okay.” Sara nervously scratched her head, with an embarrassed grin in response to Celeste’s refusal to take her extra caps. When Celeste placed the extra caps into Sara’s hand she felt her heart flutter and her body shivered, especially in places she didn’t feel were appropriate. Sara gave out an extremely nervous chuckle as Celeste walked away from the counter and towards the hall. For a moment Sara was unsure of what to do as her mind was being bombarded with alien sensations.

"So!Let's find you a room, shall we?" Celeste purred with delight. She came out from behind the counter and walked towards the stairs. "Right this way. You'll find the rooms have been freshly scrubbed and all the linens are crisp and fresh!" Celeste sauntered into the hallway. "Please, take your pick on a room. They're all available, so whichever one you like will be just fine!"

Snapped out of her daydream by Celeste’s wholesome tone Sara suddenly realized that she was left standing dazed at the counter, with the spare caps piled in her sweaty palm. “Uh, sure that would be great!” Sara quickly grabbed the rest of her caps off of the counter and stuffed them into her coat pocket before she made her way over to Celeste, trying to compose herself and hide the sudden rosiness in her cheeks. “Really any room would suffice. I’m not that picky.” The duo carried on down the hallway as Sara perused the rooms, unsure of which one to pick. She said she wasn’t picky but she was faced with too many options and couldn’t easily decide for herself. After a few moments of contemplation she settled on one. A quaint little room like all the others tucked alongside the stairwell to the second floor at the end of the hall.

“This one will work.” Sara walked inside sitting her pack on the ground, with her rifle resting alongside it. She was rather elated at the site of a clean bed, and a room that wasn’t covered in filth or soaked from a morning rain. Removing her jacket and flannel Sara hung her jacket over the back of a nearby chair and hopefully realized before Celeste did that her figure was visible through her t-shirt so she hastily put her flannel back on and buttoned it up. Playing off the fear of almost exposing herself to Celeste, she sat down on the edge of the bed with a rather audible sigh of relief. She’d never sat on anything more comfortable in her entire life. “I feel like a queen!” Sara awkwardly giggled as she rolled her sleeves up past her elbows on her flannel, revealing the tattoo on her forearm. As Celeste stood in the doorway to the room Sara pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail, the sides of her hair had clearly been shaven at some point but had regained most of its length. “So where do we go from here?” Sara inquisitively cocked her head towards Celeste as she un-bloused her pant legs, and began to unlace her boots.
Eliza Weaver
S&W Weaponry, Salem, Massachusetts - early to mid afternoon




Eliza toyed with the revolver Shelby gave her as she got a feel for the new weapon. Flipping the cylinder out and the back in before she got a feel for the weapons heft. “I suppose it'll work until I get mine back. If someone didn't steal it by now.” Eliza sat the revolver down alongside her chair and pulled her hair up with a groan. She was exhausted still but now that they were relatively safe at Shelby's all Eliza wanted to do was enjoy her company. It may as well have been years since they had seen each other last, but Eliza couldn't help but feel a crushing sense of shame sitting in front of Shelby.

When they last saw each other Eliza was a drastically different woman. She was in her prime, especially after meeting Shelby, she was the hope that Eliza had given up on. Shelby was the third and final chance, she couldn't stand to watch this relationship fail. Eliza met Calypso before they departed from Vegas she certainly wasn't someone Eliza would intentionally cross but she didn't fear her, not then. She didn't fear anyone back then, and she especially didn't fear Calypso now. Eliza clenched the blanket that covered her exposed lap in frustration.

She turned her head to face Shelby as she exhaled in an attempt to calm herself down. “Shelby...if you want to move on and forget about Calypso and the shit she did to you I understand but keep this in the back of your head. Bad leg or not, you say the word and I'll hunt that bitch down.” Eliza shifted her weight in the chair causing her to moan. “I might be a washed up but I'm still a Rider.” She moved her hand back to the cluster of dog tags, clenching them tightly. “We've got a debt to settle back west anyway.”

Flashes of what Bragg did to her, she winced in pain just like she did during the act. Even with that fucker buried Eliza still couldn't get over the fact that her baby sister would send him after her. She caused it to happen. Eliza wanted to forgive her but she couldn't. She'd been betrayed too many times and it cut deeper every time, this time was the last. She couldn't move past this one, it hurt too much. All she wanted to do now was curl up in a ball and cry herself to sleep so she could escape it all. Her fist unclenched and the dog tags fell onto her lap. As much as she didn't want to admit she was so much more vulnerable now than she ever was. “Shelby I'm really sorry but do you think we could lay down somewhere?” It was obvious that something was bothering Eliza but she was too ashamed to say what it was.
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