kelpheaded | get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now

Okay, so. On the plus side, if he’s as panicked and confused as her then he’s probably not a danger? At the very least, he’s probably not the mastermind of this whole situation. So there’s that. On the negative side, if he’s as panicked and confused as her then he doesn’t have any answers for her.

“I don’t know? I’m, um - I think my name is Percy?” It’s the name that pops into her mind when she considers herself, and it feels right, so that’s good. Hopefully. Setting aside everything else. “And I think we’re in a hotel room, but apart from that, your guess is as good as mine?”

She should take stock, actually. Right? She is… in a hotel room, with a confused stranger. She is wearing (she glances down at herself) a slip? Maybe? It looks and feels unfamiliar. She doesn’t think it’s something she would normally wear. There’s a bag on a dresser, and she untangles herself from the bed to go explore it.

"Percy," he repeats, as if that will make it sound more familiar.

Spoiler: It doesn't.

He frowns, almost not sure of what's going to come out of his mouth until it does, and he says, "Jason. I'm Jason."

She starts getting up and so he does the same, disentangling himself from the sheets only to realize he's in a white tank top and boxers that don't... really leave much to the imagination. And he is intensely uncomfortable with that.

Not to mention, he realizes, there's a tattoo on one of his arms. He's staring at it, trying to decipher its meaning - and definitely coming up blank - when he hears Percy slide out of bed and pad over to the dresser; he glances up, then asks, curiously, "What's in there?"

Maybe it's something that will help them figure out what's going on.

“A few shirts. Jeans. Some coins?” They look familiar, but at the same time, she’s having trouble identifying them. Something tells her they’re not the normal money of the country they’re in.

While she’s digging, she notices a gold band around her finger that feels as unfamiliar as the slip she’s wearing. She tugs it off, and the inside of it has lettering (half of it is Greek, her mind supplies from somewhere) inscribed. The Greek part is her name, she’s pretty sure.

“Uh…”

He does kind of perk up at the word jeans. He would really like some pants. "Anything that might fit me?" he's asking, starting to come around the bed when there's a flash of gold and Percy pulls something off her finger.

"What's that?" he's asking, but then his own hand catches his eye, on the arm that doesn't have the tattoo, and... he's got one too.

He frowns, fingering it. "I have the same one, I think."

"Um."

She would bring him the clothes so he can pick out what he thinks will fit him but she's now way more distracted by a Certain Realization, so instead she's scrambling back onto the bed so she can compare rings.

"I'm not an expert, but these kind of look like wedding rings?"

Jason tugs his off to offer it over for comparison, and that's when he spots the engraving on the inside, too.

He frowns, holding it up. "That's my name," he says, slowly, staring at the letters like maybe if he keeps looking, they'll change, and it won't be. But it is. And it doesn't change.

He glances at her. "We'd... remember if we were married."

There's a definite uptick in his tone at the end. It's not a statement, so much as a question.

Besides. "Aren't we a little young?"

He thinks. Maybe? He's not sure.

"Maybe we're older than we look?"

She'd guess they're in their teens. Older teens? It's so weird, not knowing her own age. The rings are pretty much identical, though, aside from size differences. And they really do look like wedding rings.

Gods. Okay. She gives back his ring before grabbing that bag again and pretty much dumping it out on the mattress. The smaller jeans (hers, she's guessing) have a pen in one pocket, and a few twenty dollar bills folded into the other, but no wallet or phone or anything, unfortunately.

Jason doesn't think so, but he takes the ring back, even if he doesn't put it on just yet. Instead he sets it on the mattress, then gets distracted by the contents of the bag once they appear.

He definitely goes for the larger pair of jeans, more interested in tugging them on first and checking the pockets later. It turns out there's a gold coin in one of them, and a similar amount of cash in another, but that's about it.

He flicks the coin between his fingers, frowning. It feels... familiar, but he can't say how. "What do we do now?" he asks, though it's less because he's completely at a loss and more because he wants to consult her. Whatever they do, he feels it should be something they both agree on, somehow.

“Get dressed, I guess.” Though he’s about halfway through that. For her, she’s noticed a bathroom not too far from the bed to change in, and she wouldn’t mind a quick shower. (There’s also a tub, like, in the middle of the room? Her shaky sense of what’s normal and not suggests that isn’t very normal.) “And if we’re in a hotel, they have to have, like, records of who’s in this room, right? Maybe they can tell us something.”

Yeah, Jason has zero desire to use a tub in the middle of the room, but he is definitely more concerned with getting dressed. Though he has to take off the tank top to put on one of the t-shirts - his hand grabs for the purple one before he can even think about the size, but it does also seem to be the larger of the two.

He nods, because, "That's a good idea. I can call down to the front desk?" That's going to be an awkward conversation, but there's really nothing for it.

Plus, she's eyeing the bathroom like she'd really like to get changed in there, and that's... probably a good idea. He can switch shirts while she's in there, too.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Maybe find out if we can get room service or something? Or a place to eat?” They can’t just stay here all the day. This room seems pretty fancy, so hopefully they have money, but the fact that their clothes only have, what, less than $200 between them? Makes that seem questionable.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower. See if that clears my head at all.”

Now that she mentions food, Jason realizes he's starving. So that sounds like a great idea; he nods, shuffling over to the side of the room with the hotel phone on the desk, giving her a clear path to the bathroom. "Yeah. Take your time."

He waits for the door to close before he swaps out the tank top for the purple t-shirt, and then takes a deep breath, picks up the receiver, and dials the front desk.

What he gets is... not entirely bad news, but it's not particularly helpful, either. When he hangs up, he does root around in the hotel binder on the desk until he finds the room service menu and starts paging through it, though he'll wait for Percy to get out of the shower before ordering. He has no idea what she wants.

It seems like her instinct to shower was a good one, since getting under the water really does make her feel better. Not that it magically makes her missing memories return or anything, but still. Neither does examining herself in the mirror, though she’s pretty sure that whoever she is, she’s had an eventful life so far. She doesn’t think that number of scars is normal for someone her age.

She pulls on her own jeans and an orange t-shirt before heading out and finding him looking at the menu. “Do they have pancakes?”

Jason glances up as the door opens; part of him hopes maybe he'll suddenly recognize Percy and who she is to him (his... wife? Is that right?), but nothing happens. Well, except that a fresh-faced, beautiful girl steps out of the bathroom.

"Yeah," he confirms, holding out the menu for her. "And... we can order anything we want. The room's been paid for, and there's an account set up for room service."

He pauses.

"But we're not the ones who paid for it, and they can't tell me exactly who did."

Which... seems more than a little suspect.

But maybe not suspect enough to at least get breakfast out of it. His stomach might be doing some of the thinking for him, though.

That is definitely weird and deeply suspicious. Well, maybe they have rich parents that are paying for their honeymoon, but that shouldn’t be a secret to them, right? It’s their room. “Did they say how long we have the room for?”

She accepts the menu. And squints at it. The words are not… super easy to read? But she recognizes where the pancakes are, and she’s pretty sure it says blueberry is an option, so that seems good enough.

"Through the weekend - I guess it's Friday?" Though of course, "They also said we can extend our stay. If we want."

Which is... weird. And unsettling. Especially when they don't know who's paying for it.

"And then they said congratulations on the honeymoon," he adds, a little uncomfortably, although maybe he shouldn't be feeling uncomfortable if he just got married. That's supposed to be a good thing, right?

But, he's pretty sure, you're also supposed to know who you're marrying.

“Well, that confirms that we’re recently married, I guess. Congrats to us?” She glances down at her ring - honestly, she doesn’t really remember putting it back on after examining it but she must have done it subconsciously. Maybe that’s a good sign. That her subconscious remembers being married. “I guess I have good taste,” she adds before her brain can filter that out. But like, he’s apparently her husband even if this is a really weird situation so it’s probably okay to acknowledge that he’s very cute.

Jason feels his cheeks heat like a reflex, but there's a tiny, almost hopeful little smile that he also can't keep from flickering across his lips. He certainly hasn't failed to notice that Percy is gorgeous, but at the same time, he feels like that's not as important as other things.

But whatever he does feel is important, she must have, if he chose her.

"Congrats to us," he agrees, glancing down at his hand, and - wait. Did he put the ring back on after he'd gotten changed? He must have. Great, now he's getting absent-minded on top of everything.

Well. The first step to solving that is, "Okay. Well. Celebratory breakfast, I guess? You wanted pancakes?"

“Yeah. Blueberry pancakes. I think I like those.” That might be her favorite? Actually, for some reason she thinks her favorite might be blue pancakes but that doesn’t make a lot of sense, so. It has to be blueberry.

She goes exploring a bit more of the room, which cements her suspicion that whoever’s paying for this must be shelling out a lot. When she pulls the curtains open, she finds a little balcony with a water view. “Oh, wow.”

He nods, picking up the phone again and putting in her order, plus his - eggs and bacon and toast - and some juice and... coffee? If they're old enough to get married, they are old enough to drink coffee.

Hopefully they like it.

He's just putting the receiver down when Percy gets the curtains fully open, and - yeah. Wow seems about right.

"This seems... really nice. And probably really expensive."

He comes over to stand next to her and admire the view. "Do you think... our parents...?"

Parents would spring for something like this. Probably. Right?

Maybe.

“It makes the most sense, right? If someone’s paying for our room, it’s probably parents.”

Something… There’s something tugging at her mind when she discusses their parents. A woman. Her mom, maybe? It’s hard to picture her properly, but there’s something there, and she goes quiet for a moment while she tries to chase the memory.

Jason, meanwhile, gets a whole lot of nothing when he thinks about parents. It's the same blank void as everything else, so nothing in particular stands out to him as he reaches for the handle of the balcony door, pulling it open without really noticing that Percy's gone quiet beside him out of anything other than curiosity.

The door swings open and a fresh, salt breeze immediately drifts into the room, ruffling their hair. Wherever this is... it is gorgeous.

With the scent of the breeze comes a not-quite-memory but a clearer impression of the woman she’s pretty sure is her mother. She tastes the word Sally in the salt in the air.

“I think I remember my mom. Kind of.” She bites her lip. “ - If it is her, I think your parents are the loaded ones.”

The wind in his hair feels good; Jason closes his eyes for a second, but opens them again when Percy speaks.

She remembers something? That's - well. A lot more than he has. He frowns in concentration, but... nope. Still blank.

"I don't - I can't remember anything about mine," he admits, except that's... not quite true, even as he says it. He has a flash of a man with dark hair, a woman with light hair - but it's all so fuzzy and vague.

He definitely can't remember if they're rich.

But, "You remember enough about your mom to think she didn't do this?" That sounds promising.

“It’s more like… an impression than a memory.” Her gaze goes soft as she tries to call up more details, but it’s not working. “I don’t… think we had a lot? So yeah, she wouldn’t be able to afford this.”

Which isn’t super helpful to their situation, admittedly.

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