[travis wakes up with a tickle in his nose, which is followed by an abrupt sneeze. sorry to the stranger sleeping beside him hoping for an easier wake up call. bleary-eyed and sniffing, he looks around with a growing sense of alarm. the mattress is on the floor, which isn't a problem, really, it's where he is and why he has one of the worst headaches of his life. the maid's brief (and dismissive in his opinion) explanation leaves him even more discomforted, gaze dropping to the baggy of white powder left atop two books. no, he won't be having any of that.

he has to get out of here, wherever here is. rising up from the bed, which - oh, whoops, his hand is atop a human-shaped lump beside him.]

Uh, sorry.

[slowly withdrawing his hand, he's both attempting to slip out of bed unnoticed and secretly hoping they're already awake so he can start with the questions.]

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[after the longest shower of his life (he doesn't remember the last time he had a bathroom to himself, let alone hot water), travis makes his way outside to breakfast. he sticks to the outskirts, body language stiff and uneasy, but eventually he's coaxed over to have a sandwich or two, picking at the dessert. as hungry as he is, he can't deny the sense of wrongness that he feels for even being here. should he feel grateful, or reject the idea entirely and assume he's dreaming? if he's here, does that mean the girls are here, too? thinking too much about it has him losing his appetite, and he's offering his second (untouched) sandwich to whoever is closest.]

Here, you can have this if you want. I'm not going to finish it.

[he really shouldn't have eaten those chocolates. was it the chocolates? he can't remember. whatever he ate doesn't matter - he's bare and shivering with adrenaline. the hunt feels too similar, too close to home. in the woods - his woods - those hunts were clothed. he's worried, catching a glimpse of the hunters in their masks, bracing for impact.

the chase starts, and he's taking off and gone. he thinks of how nat must have felt, or javi, with the swarm of girls howling after them. he's scared and too aware of his naked body, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. but the distant laughing and giggling of fellow prey lighten the mood entirely, or maybe it's the influence of the forest itself. the chase begins to feels like a tag, you're it!, and he lightens up only by a bit, body hot and even a little euphoric. he has to stop and catch his breath, hiding behind a tree. he can hear twigs snapping, too close.]

( or choose your own adventure! down for any prompts (ritual sex, bathing, wreath stuff/etc, heads up he's in highschool for any nsfw things. hmu on disco @ melusine4300 or turnt to plot or if you want me to write a closed starter! )