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"It's a hotel...which means they could have disguised the bodies in suitcases, in...I don't know...fucking boxes of supplies or some shit, the bottom of a cleaning cart. If they took their time and they researched serving patterns, and the busiest times of the day..." Sadie shook her head. This wasn't about the comings and goings of a hotel. This was about fear, it was about wanting there to be a clear and logical way to end this nightmare. They all wanted that. "Everyone does eventually, right?" She bowed her head, eyes to the floor as if saying the words would be enough to manifest them right here and right now. "Every killer eventually fucks up."

"I just think it's weird that nothing was seen, people may have been in one area but that doesn't disregard the fact that it's a hotel.. there are others there, receptionists, maids, security, others staying in rooms on each floor, people coming and going from the hotel, people ordering room service so people are constantly on the go, how was nothing spotted?" She knew Sadie didn't have the answers but she felt as though her brain was going to explode keeping all of this in there.. maybe venting it to someone would help, maybe it would get them talking and somehow figure out this mess. "They have to slip up at some point.. they'll get too confident, too brave, the more they succeed the more they think they can get away with it and thats when they slip."

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One of the biggest dangers a recovering alcoholic faced was the fallout that could occur if people weren't willing to escape the changes that needed to be made to support sobriety. She'd seen a lot of people in AA grieve the losses of relationships that wanted to keep them drinking, felt offended if they were asked not to drink in the alcoholic's presence. The moment she'd met Jovi, Sadie had known Alex was one of the lucky ones, someone who had a partner who was 110% in her corner.

"Honestly I'm finding myself getting jumpy in the middle of the day too," she admitted, leaning against the sink with her back to the mirror. "The other day I got the shit scared out of me with my own reflection in the lobby mirror as I was moving some stuff around." Sadie watched Jovi calm, waving a hand playfully at the comment. "Nobody is happy to see anybody 24/7 always forever. I have to combat my hubris on a daily basis and part of that is being constantly prepared for my presence to not be welcomed or wanted in a given moment." Friendly concern colored her eyes as she reached out to put a hand on the other woman's shoulder. "You out all by yourself? Do you need some company?"

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 hidehill had experienced as of late certainly clung to every inch of the town, no matter where they turned. her sobriety journey certainly hadn't been an easy one, but she had many reasons to be motivated to continue. alex was certainly the biggest one, knowing that she wanted to be better for her, but she also wanted to be better for herself. ever since her mother's death, she had feared above all becoming like her. hell, she had died with a bottle in her hand. while she had initially been terrified to start going to meetings, find people who supported her and set her on the right track, it had brought her a community that she could have only dreamed of having. never had she ever anticipated feeling more validated, more seen. when she found herself searching for comfort, for peace, all she had to do was touch the chip in her pocket. and suddenly -- she was back on her own two feet again.

after the first statement, jovi realizes who it is and instantly disarms her guard, evident in the comfort in her face. of course she knew sadie. anyone important to alex was important to her, and anyone who had helped the woman she loved became extremely high in her favor. ❝ ain't that the truth.. after the murders at the suites, i don't think i'll ever get a peaceful night sleep again. ❞ jovi sighed, running their fingers through her hair as she recollected herself. ❝ why would i tell ya to do that now, huh ? i'm always happy to see ya. ❞

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Sadie wasn't the type of person that would go on an advise giving rant when someone used self depreciating humor. She viewed it as a tool, and she used it occasionally herself. It was a way of saying what you were feeling but leaving the true extent of the emotional processing out of it. You simply stated the cold logical words, laughed, and then let it go. It was like dipping your toe in the water before you jumped in, a necessary part of the process for some. And Alex was definitely a person who needed to process things at her own speed. "Listen sweetie...most of us...we don't get into this mess because we're particularly good at processing our shit. You spend enough time living out of a bottle, unable to feel or function without a drink...and it's kind of like learning how to walk all over again. Happiness feels like this foreign thing, this thing we accepted that we didn't deserve every time we chose the drink over others, over ourselves. Happiness and calm and contentment...your brain is gonna treat them like foreign intruders for a while till you learn how to be present for them again." She smiled, nostalgia hitting her as she recalled the first few years of her sobriety. "I'm a sucker for visual aids. I found it helpful to literally make a "good things" fishbowl. Wrote a bunch of things I wanted to see or do or get on paper. Every time something came up worth celebrating or I felt like I'd had a really good day I'd pick one and treat myself. Felt easier to follow through with prewritten instructions than try to respond to the situation when it was presently happening. Now that might not be your thing...but you will find the thing that is your thing."

Alex didn't really know how to take the compliments or the kind words. Growing up, all she had ever heard was how bad she was, how she deserved everything that happened to her, how she was nothing but a mistake - a burden. It was hard to shake those feelings, those words, especially considering it hadn't even been a year since everything in her life had changed. "Eh, I dunno if I can imagine that, I ain't ever aced a test in my life," Alex retorted with a weak attempt at a smirk. That was how she dealt with this - make a joke, crack a smirk, pretend like it wasn't drowning her over and over again. Still, she listened to the small lecture from her sponsor and she knew the older woman wasn't lying about any of it. After everything with Elena, it really was a miracle that she was still sober. "No, I get it, I do... I just-- it's not even about the drugs and shit, you know? Like, I went back with Jo last night and it was great, and she wants to go again and obviously I do as well but I just... Is it weird that it's that that's making me wanna use again more than all the trauma and shit? Like... I feel like I dunno how to celebrate or feel good or," she shrugged, "I feel so fuckin' messed up but it's like I can't be happy without something in me, y'know? Like, I can be content and shit but... I miss it."

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Location: Blooming Trails Status: Closed for @misguidedsilhouettes

There was no pleasant way to put it, Sadie and Aylin had put together three funeral arrangements this week and had countless orders for condolence bouquets. Great for the revenue of business, but left an icky aftertaste on the spirit. Which was way she'd been checking in with the younger woman frequently. "Did you take your lunch break yet?" she queried as she peaked around the corner where the florist was putting the final touches on the one non death related order they'd gotten today. "Mrs. Hughes is going to be thrilled with that anniversary bouquet, Aylin. You did an absolutely beautiful job." After a beat and knowing full well that the girl had not gone on her lunch break yet, Sadie inclined her head towards her office. "Come on. Come have lunch with me, I brought extra chicken parm." And it hadn't been an accident since the day Aylin started that Sadie always just so happened to have extra lunch she simply had to have help finishing.

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If there was one thing AA had instilled in Sadie, it was a deep understanding that everyone handled the dark shitty parts of life differently. She had learned, living in this town especially, never to anticipate or judge how people responded to tragedy and trauma. The casual, just a normal day here folks, demeanor of the gas station cashier didn't phase her, didn't feel strange or alarming. "Well who am I to pass up a deal like that," she called over her shoulder as she made a beeline for the drink fridges. An energy drink, a bottle of water, and a bottle of raspberry tea were clutched in her grasp as she headed back to the counter. On her way she grabbed a bag of takis and a twinkie, somehow managing not to drop any of it. "What's the book about?" she queried as she settled her purchases on the counter. "Also the card reader on pump 4 is broken. Can I pay in here?"

open : @hidehillstart location : fast gas

It had been a long night of nothing for the brunette, but still she couldn't bring herself to sleep. The deaths in Hidehill hanging over every resident, it brought a chill to her spine to be alone in her trailer. Which is why this morning at work she was sat on top of the back counter behind the cash register, hair in a messy bun and book in her hand. She barely even noticed the bell above the door ring as someone entered inside the gas station until she caught a glimpse of someone out the corner of her eye. Not bothering to look up from the book in her hands, she waved over towards the drink selections. "Drinks are three for the price of two." She mumbled loud enough for the other person to hear, not caring much about what they were really there for.

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Most people were surprised when they first saw Sadie at the lounge. It seemed like the last place a recovering alcoholic should be. But there was something about the air of drinking establishments, the decor, the noise, the people, that she had missed so terribly it had thrown her into quite the depression when she'd tried to cold turkey go off it. After ten years she now had the tolerance and the knowledge of her limitations, and a relationship with the bartenders who knew the recipes for her favorite mocktails, to come to these establishments and get what she really truly needed. She'd been just about to leave for the night when she saw Jovi head for the bathroom looking like she was about to have a breakdown, and the maternal instincts kicked into gear.

"I think for all intents and purposes we can allow you the right to be a little easier to startle these days," she answered warmly. Sadie knew that Jovi's initial intentions had been to support Alex in her journey, but she could sense that the other woman wanted relief for herself as well. Sometimes wanting healing for the people you loved was a gateway to realizing you deserved healing for yourself too. "As always feel free to tell me to fuck off and I will without another word but...you look like maybe you need a bathroom vent."

@hidehillstart

LOCATION: cadillac lounge, hallway outside the bathroom

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 helped jovi keep her feet moving forward, her heart beating in time with the single word that rang out in her mind was music. run. run away from here, leave this fucked up town behind. she had enough saved to start over -- maybe she'd start dancing again.. but the people she loved were here. but, could alex come with her ? there were people here they both couldn't imagine a life without. elena had been her greatest writing partner, and without her -- her music had never been the same. which was why she was dedicating her set to elena and the work they had done together. however, would she really be able to do her justice ?

the worries certainly clouded her mind as she stared in the mirror just outside of the restrooms, running her fingers through her hair as she made some attempt to catch her breath. nothing seemed to be working, however. and so, she jumped with a start as an individual stood nearby, attempting to push past her.

❝ mother f- ❞ jovi muttered under her breath, shaking her head as she finally began to return to normal. ❝ shit.. i didn't used to scare that easy. ❞

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Sadie raised an eybrow, genuinely impressed. "Well shit...I would have cracked within the first hour when I was in my first year of sobriety. Well done, Alex, I'm proud of you." In every journey to sobriety there was that first hard test. That obstacle that was bigger than the morning you spilled coffee on yourself, or had a bad day at work, or broke up with your partner. The one that was sheer bone deep trauma and an undeniable trigger. Hers had been her mother's illness, and it had started to drag her back down into the hole for a while until she'd finally learned how to use it as a tool for forward motion. "You are proud of yourself. You just logically acknowledged in front of me that it is an accomplishment worthy of being proud of." Sadie leaned forward to grab a mint off the little coffee table, a strong preference for sweets one of the downsides of her sobriety. "Imagine acing a test on chapter 2 of your textbook and then telling people you can't be proud of yourself because you didn't study chapters 3 or 4. Those chapters aren't where you're at in your journey yet. You don't just snap your fingers and boom you never think about the allure of being inebriated off your ass again. That doesn't happen ever. It's been ten years since I had a drink and there are still moments where I swear I can taste liquor on my tongue I want it so bad. Where you are at in your journey right now is acknowledging the want is there and proactively planning and engaging in ways to get around that want. You are right where you need to be, Alex. And if you can't feel the pride emotionally right now might I suggest that the whole ass trauma of last night might have you in a wee bit of an emotionally numb and shocked state and it might be a bit hard to feel anything else around that."

Alex knew that she needed to go and speak to Sadie. Not just because she quite literally had to for the program, but because she needed to speak through everything that had just happened in the space of 24 hours and how she was going to deal with it going forward and staying clean. If she was being honest, all she wanted to do right now was use and drink. It was practically every second thought that passed through her mind when she was busy and a constant little voice in her head when she was on her own.

Of course, Sadie had beaten her to the punch, the text message weirdly landing as the contemplation of throwing it all away started to get a little more dangerous. Between the tone of the text and the way Jovi would be utterly destroyed if she fucked up again, Alex knew that she had to go. Ok. See you soon.

"Hey..." Alex said as she walked through the door into the familiar house. Her tone was far less upbeat than it had been in recent weeks, the tiredness from the event clearly evident across her features. She wasn't surprised when the question came, because honestly it probably did look like she broke sobriety last night. "No... No, I-- I was clean all night," she said as she practically fell down onto the couch with a long sigh. "It was actually a sick night before-- y'know," Alex swallowed a little, the thoughts of Elena's death flooding back in. She shook her head, as if that would shake them away. "I just-- I mean I should be fuckin' proud of myself for sayin' that, but I'm not... I just feel like, I dunno, I feel like I can't be proud because all I can fuckin' think about is not being sober right now, you know?"

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It takes a few seconds for Sadie's tired brain to clock familiarity. "Traci..." How many people had probably asked her 'how are you holding up' after last night's events. Sadie didn't like to make people nod their head through repetitive necessities that didn't actually add anything helpful to the situation. "Part of me wants to motheringly stat that coffee alone does not a breakfast make...but then I'd be a hypocrite cause I haven't had anything other than caffeine today either." If it was anyone else, she might have tried to brush off the offer to let her go ahead. But Traci didn't offer things she didn't mean and refusing something from felt strangely rude in a way that made Sadie intensely uncomfortable. "If you're sure...I wish to god I wasn't in a hurry, you know I hate being in a hurry but...after last night...I want business to be booming but I fucking hate when it's because of..." She trailed off, helplessly gesticulating in the air. "This absolute nightmare."

traci has been up all night, tossing and turning--almost, in natalia's bed as she's held her throughout. it was too much to bear for her to think about, of course, she isn't that much close with the recent victims, but...the thought of anyone she loved potentially being next? that haunted the dancer. it was a thought she couldn't avoid, even come morning and sun shone through their bedroom, as if the light could save them from the darkness looming over hidehill right now. she left natalia's place early to go on a little stroll, then grab herself and the head dancer coffee and something to eat for breakfast. she usually makes it at home herself, but she was too tired, too in her head to even do something.

she had been in line, just staring at the menu when she heard a voice just beside her. "sadie--hey..." she forces a small smile, trying to mask her expression, facing the older woman. "i was trying to figure out what could i take home for breakfast, but i think i've settled on the coffee now. you? wait...i know you're in a rush...you can go ahead if you want?"

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Location: Coffee Stop Status: Open

The text alerts had started hitting Sadie's phone just as she'd planned on going to bed. But sleep is hard to find as your phone beings blowing up with information about three dead people at Conrad Suites. She'd gotten an hour, maybe two of shut eye, but the sleep was tainted, not deep or relaxing, punctuated by morbid nightmares. She'd had two cups of coffee between 5am and 7am from her little office keurig at Blooming Trails. It had made sense to go there when she realized she wasn't going to get any real rest. It was going to be a busy day...the phone ringing with requests for condolence flowers, plans for funeral arrangements. When she'd started her business she knew there would always be cause for flowers linked to death...but these days it felt like all she was good for. There were no wedding bouquets anymore, no romantic arrangements for anniversaries...nobody had it in them to care about such things anymore, it felt. Not with all this death clinging to them.

By mid morning shed needed another caffeine pick me up, so she'd sluggishly collected herself and headed towards the Coffee Stop. Not surprisingly the town was chillingly quiet, emptier than usual and what people did mill about all looked shell shocked and like they'd gotten about as much sleep as she did. Which is why it was no surprise the line at the little coffee caravan was long. "Shit...with a line like this watch them run out of coffee grounds within the hour," she murmured to the person standing beside her. "Sorry...are you in line or still checking out the menu?"

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Location: Blooming Trails Status: Closed for @thealexkingslxy

Sadie had sent the text roughly around 10am.

Come check in with me at the shop. Noon. Knock on the service door around back.

It was not a question, not a suggestion. Sadie didn't really dally in either unless it was absolutely necessary. She made demands, she stated facts, she told people what she expected of them. It was what made her a good businesswoman. Back in the day she'd never dreamed she'd be sober let alone a sponser with her hands wrapped around someone else's sobriety too, but now she took the position very seriously.

When the knock came, she let Alex in through the service door, giving her a quiet once over before leading her back to the office. Sadie's spaces were always soft and lush, she was a sucker for texture and color, for aesthetic and hedonistic pleasures. Ignoring her work desk in the corner she led the other woman to her more informal seating in the back of the space; soft forest green modular sofa with big puffy seats.

"Alright," she stated, shifting to sit sidesaddle on the couch. "You know the drill. I know you were at the suites last night, there's a million and one reasons for you to have been triggered. Did you drink?"

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"Not to oversimplify things...I wasn't there after all...but weren't most of the partygoers located in the event space where the masquerade was being held?" Sadie didn't consider herself an expert mystery solver, she wasn't one of those people that binged murder podcasts and thought themselves a regular junior detective. But this felt like common sense. "The Conrad Suites are huge...there's the main entrance but how many side doors, how many employee only hallways and spaces might have been utilized by someone who had planned ahead? If everyone was busy with the party, mostly located in the spaces where the party was occurring...there's so much space within the suites that could have been absolutely empty and easy to take advantage of." She shook her head, draining the remaining dregs of her coffee. "Motivated people who have time to plan shit out can get a lot done."

@hidehillstart / mel's diner

"How do three wind up in the hotel rooms and nobody notices? Like, not one single person saw the fucker taking bodies into rooms and setting them up into freaky fuckin' scenes to be found?" Dilara was struggling to wrap her head around the whole situation. The only one of the three she really knew was Carmen, her neighbour who she got along with and often borrowed each others things. She just didn't understand how the shadow had time to set up the bodies like they did.

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Meet Sadie

✦ ANNE HATHAWAY, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ✦ SADIE GAUTHIER the FOURTY year old has been in Hidehill for TEN YEARS. Whispers on the streets are that the OWNER OF BLOOMING TRAILS who lives in HARTLEY AVENUE  are said to be AMBITIOUS and OBSESSIVE but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. { MANDY, 36, PST, SHE/HER }

full name: sadie louise gauthier gender and pronouns: cisfemale she/her age and dob: 40, November 12 1982 residence: hartley avenue time living in hidehill: 10 years occupation: owner of blooming trails faceclaim: Anne Hathaway positive attributes: ambitious, independent, protective negative attributes: obsessive, perfectionist, recovering alcoholic

BACKGROUND

The most consistant praise throughout Sadie's childhood was that she was such a well tempered, happy child. It seemed as if anger were an emotion she simply couldn't hold onto for more than a few fleeting moments. She slept through the night the day her parent's brought her home from the hospital, seemed to skip the terrible twos and threes stages that everyone warned about. Even the hormonal preteen and teen stages had been shockingly easy, growing pains and first heartbreaks lead to soft tears and her pouring her heart out to a safe place. But she was never angry. Tired yes, anxious, sad, lonely, annoyed...but never that anger that roiled in your belly, that made your body temperature rise. Her truest true love was botany, she was only five when her mother began letting her take control of the garden, her green thumb having made itself known. She could save a plant moments away from demise, could coax buds out of the most stubborn soil.

In college she met Levi, who seemed to be as unable to hold onto anger as she was. He was the epitome of a golden retreiver boyfriend, in school to become a veterinarian. The kindest, most genuine soul she'd ever known. They'd only been twenty-three when they got engaged, but Sadie had been so sure down to her bones that he was her forever person. Forever shattered three days before Thanksgiving, when the phone rang and ruined every future she'd ever hoped for. An attempted mugging, once of so many in New York City...but this one had ended with a knife slicing through arteries...with Levi's blood staining the sidewalk well before an ambulance could get there.

Sadie finally knew anger. An anger that ate pits into her spirit, that felt like it was rearranging her very bones. She'd always been a one glass of wine with dinner woman, but now she was wine...tequila...vodka slipped into her orange juice at work. Functioning sober hurt too badly and so she just stopped doing it. It took two years for the people around her to start realizing she was in trouble, to start fighting for her in a way she was not willing to fight for herself. At the time she hated them for it, wanted them to let her drink herself into oblivion. But when her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, she finally went to rehab. It was a deal she made with god. Don't let her mother die and Sadie would be the best damn recovered alcoholic, the picture perfect of a person coming back from the edge. And damned if her mother didn't make it to remission a year later.

A relapse hit Sadie shortly after, and it took another year for her to admit she needed to go back to rehab. At 30 she realized that maintaining sobriety in New York was not a realistic option for her. She couldn't keep healing when she felt like she was living in the empty imprint of the life she was supposed to have with Levi. It didn't make sense...why Nashville of all places called her. Or maybe it did make sense...that the little town of hidehill, chugging along trying to shake off the darkness of it's past history would feel like the right place for her to reclaim a new future for herself. Blooming Trails became her pride and joy as she set up shop in the town, which was truly beginning to put itself on the map again when she was first settling in.

If she'd known that darkness and death was going to turn out to be inescapable maybe she would have just let the liquor have her. But these days she clings to the obsessive need to be the perfect recovered alcoholic no matter how badly the world around her is burning down.

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