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Dreaming is pleasant.
Shauntal dallies with ghosts, and constantly pesters everyone with ideas for her next novel – ideas that are mostly scrapped. She frowns delicately at this bright-but-shady ghost master.
Grimsley is flirtatious. Always trying to charm either her or Shauntal into his bed for the night – to be scrapped tomorrow for others. Dark type trainer, she pulls her lips back into a doll-like sneer.
Marshal. Loud, rude and sweaty, he insists on coming to meals with that stench still on him, and laughs boisterously while using the wrong cutlery for everything. Daintily, she rolls her eyes.
Alder, the Champion, is never here, and even when he is, she's the only one mature out of all. That's quite stressful.
Nothing is like that in her dreams, and she rests peacefully. It seems sleep is the only escape.
At least, until insomnia strikes.
Then, it's Shauntal's loud, 'inspirational' music booming through the league.
After? Moans and screams of ecstasy from Grimsley's chambers.
The stomping exercises of Marshal's do not help matters either.
Alder is the worst. He yells at the top of his lungs while training his extra-loud Pokémon.
Strangely, a chat with one of the only dignified human beings she knows – Darach – solves her problems.
"Why not sleeping pills, Lady Caitlin?"
They work marvellously, and she's back into deep slumber.
Until those idiots break into her room and spills them all down the stairs.
Her psychic powers are unleashed, and they quiver in terror.
"We're sorry about your pills, Caitlin…"
"So we bought you new ones!"
A bottle is offered, and snatched out of their hands.
She swallows one. It seems an eternity passes, but it doesn't work.
She panics. Sleep. Why won't it come to her? She must sleep. It is her only escape.
Frantic, one after another is swallowed, until more than half the bottle is gone.
Drowsiness hits her, and she closes her eyes, a faint smile etched on her lips.
It's her last expression, the princess who'll slumber forever.
When she doesn't wake up, Shauntal is elected to go and wake sleeping beauty.
She realizes what has happened, and screams. Living with ghosts has not helped prepare her for this death.
The media eats it up, the unintended suicide, and her co-workers – and Darach – weep.
Her closed bed is lowered into the snug room with walls of earth, and a blanket of soil covers her.
She's still sleeping.
Sources: Wikipedia entry for Belphegor.
