SO I TRIPPED, STAYED, FOLLOWED EVERY WORD; LITTLE SPIRALS IN THEIR EYES

[ lorna's no stranger to nightmares, especially lately, so the ones she's been having lately don't ping her as unusual at first. she sees flashes of the possible future esme put in her head, of marcos, john, and clarice locked in cells with collars around their throats and dawn trapped in a crib behind a glass cage. more recent nightmares include a building caving in around her as she gives birth to her daughter, of rebecca painting the inside of a bank office red with the blood of bank tellers, of being terrified of being caught spying only for sage to end up taking the fall for her. when they get more surreal it's sage's and rebecca's faces she sees, decaying and dripping blood and slime as they bear and snap their teeth.

during the day, she tries focusing on tasks that keep the crew and the travelers going. she tries to help newcomers adapt. at night before she tries to sleep she walks along the deck, trying to tire herself out and clear her head enough to fall asleep without dreaming.

she stands out by the edge, watching the light of the moon reflect on the water. for a second she feels a little calmer, a soft song playing in the back of her mind that sounds almost like the lullaby her mother used to hum to her and that she used to hum to dawn. she takes another step or two closer to the rail.

and then, almost as suddenly as she fell into the calm, she's jerked out of it by a sudden shaking of the ship. her eyes go wide and she just manages to brace herself as she falls to the deck, pain shooting through her wrist and knees as she lands. it barely registers as she realizes where she is and looks around her with a panicked expression, wondering how long she's been out here. ]

CATCH A LOVER, TURN AN ENEMY JUST TO WATCH THEM BURN ALIVE

[ against her own judgment, she winds up on the deck again a few days later, this time more alert and wary. it doesn't look like she's quite alone, either; there are several others scattered along the deck, some in pairs, some keeping to themselves. those who are in pairs whisper to themselves in hushed tones and they look and sound about as cagey as she feels.

the ship doesn't jerk again. lorna wonders if she should give up and go back to bed, and then she spots movement out of the corner of her eye. there's something off about it, slow and jerking until it comes upon someone who's standing alone, and then it attacks him.

lorna's eyes go wide and she reaches for a nearby weapon - whatever's close enough with enough metal in it for her to control - and starts running towards the creature that's attacking. someone get in her path and she nearly knocks them over; she comes very close to using her makeshift weapon, but then recognizes them as a fellow traveler, whether they're new or not. ]

Somebody's being attacked. Come on, we've gotta help.

WILDCARD/OOC

[ if neither of these work for you feel free to come up with your own scenario! i stuck to the crossing prompts but i'm open to others too. if you'd like to get in touch to discuss you can DM me or add me on plurk (i can be found at vdova). i can also switch to prose if you'd prefer writing in that format. ]