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

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get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now

When she wakes up, she doesn't realize anything's wrong at first. She's in a bed, soft but supportive, tucked under a thick blanket. She's cuddled up against a warm body, her head pillowed against a firm chest that moves up and down steadily with even breaths. It's comfortable, and when she cracks her eyes open and sees she's in a (hotel?) room that's empty aside from her sleeping companion, no monsters (why would she be looking for monsters?) or anything else dangerous in sight, she almost shuts her eyes again to fall back asleep.

It's the thought that she doesn't quite remember how she got here that really wakes her up. Because: how did she get here? Where is here? It might be safe... ish... in that she might not be in immediate danger, but there's a lot of unknowns right now, including the question of who the frick is in bed with her.

It would probably make more sense to stay quiet and take in more of the situation, but the realization that she's in bed with a stranger causes her to flail backwards in a way that would absolutely have had her falling off the side of the bed if the mattress itself wasn't surprisingly large. Instead, she ends up tangled gracelessly in the sheets and slightly frozen in place, like the guy waking up won't see her if she's completely still.

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“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.

"Maybe my parents, then."

He doesn't sound very sure, because he still has no idea. And there are options other than parents. It still seems odd that the front desk wouldn't just tell him, but if that door is closed, they'll just have to figure something else out.

At least they have a place to do it, if they're here for at least the next few days.

"I guess either way, it's one heck of a wedding present." He can't even picture himself as part of a wedding, getting married, but the evidence is right here in front of him, so...

"I'm not even sur what we're supposed to do here, though."

"Have fun, I guess?" She tilts her head thoughtfully at the view. "Go swimming? Fuck a lot, probably? Whatever people do on their honeymoons."

A beat, as she reconsiders what just came out of her mouth.

"No, yeah, I think I stand by that guess."

Jason blinks, at Percy but... well, the phrase where's the lie? sort of pops into his head.

Because that does sound like what people are supposed to do on their honeymoon. Which they apparently are?

Except it's weird to think about sleeping with someone he feels like he barely knows. But he must know her. He must know her well.

"Do we even have swimsuits?" is the very intelligent thing that comes out of his mouth first, though.

"I don't think so? Not in that bag, anyway. But maybe there's more luggage somewhere."

Hmm. That brings up a Point. "You know, we're pretty under-packed for a honeymoon? Unless we lost our luggage wherever we left our memories."

Jason lets out a breath, but he can't deny the sense of that statement. They really should have more clothes... but then, they should also know who they are.

He steps out to lean on the balcony railing, wishing that if he just started at the landscape long enough, it would all make sense.

"It's really weird that neither of us remember anything," he frowns. "I wish I knew what happened to us."

"You don't hurt anywhere, right? I feel like one of us should've mentioned it by now if we did, but just checking. We should rule that out, probably."

She feels like amnesia-causing injuries should probably hurt.

Jason actually does stop to take stock, but the answer is what he'd expected: "No." He shakes his head. "I feel normal. I just - don't remember anything."

He finds his hand going to his pocket, fingering the coin there. It feels a little worn, he thinks, like maybe he's done that before. A lot.

He glances at her, but guesses, "Same for you?"

"Same for me. That's good, I guess? Not that we don't have any leads, but I'd prefer that neither of us is, like, bleeding in our brains or something."

There's a knock on the door, and Percy heads back in to grab it. She's greeted by their breakfast, which is brought in on a little wheeling table and accompanied by... a gift basket. A very interesting gift basket that contains - among other things - champagne, chocolate-covered strawberries, something called edible body dust, condoms, and yeah, that sure is lube in a fancy-looking bottle. Her attempt to point out that she's pretty sure they did not order that is returned with the information that the hotel was instructed to bring it with their breakfast, and the employee leaves before she can - what, object? She doesn't know.

"Breakfast's here," she says, her voice gone a touch awkward.

Jason smiles a little, but gets distracted by the knock at the door. He finds himself tensing, fingers tightening around the coin - why? What good will it do him? - but he relaxes as it's clearly just their breakfast.

He's coming in from the balcony, pulling the door shut, when he thinks that Percy's voice sounds... odd. "Everything okay?" he asks, body tensing all over again.

"Yep! Yep. We just got a surprise honeymoon gift with breakfast. All good."

It's just, despite the fact that she'd been the one to point out that they would be expected to be screwing like bunnies on their honeymoon, it's still a little weird to get a basket with supplies for it. So that she can have sex with her stranger-in-the-same-situation-as-her-slash-husband.

Sally ain't raised no coward, though - she thinks - so she helpfully lifts up the box of condoms to show him. "We were expected to have a wild weekend, I guess."

"Oh," is the very intelligent reply, as his brain... well, it doesn't exactly short-circuit, but having sex with her - well, apparently she is his wife - just suddenly got a whole more real.

He tries not to picture her hands opening the box, and instead says, "Well, I guess at least they want us to be safe."

It doesn't even come out strangled; he's very proud of himself.

"Let's, uh - eat breakfast first, at least," he finally adds, coming over to uncover the dishes that he hopes actually contain food.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we're both too young and too amnesiac for kids right now," Percy says because that's apparently the kind of person she is. Good luck returning her if you don't know where she came from, Jason.

She sets the condoms aside cause she's pretty sure that's not going to be used for A While, barring miraculous memory recovery, and is relieved to find that their dishes contain the food that they ordered and not, like, a platter of oysters to get them in the mood or something. "I need pancakes."

"Agreed," Jason breathes, though there's some measure of relief in it when she sets the box aside. He would much rather focus on breakfast, and clearly she would, too.

Well. That's definitely one thing they have in common.

He uncovers the pancakes and hands them over, along with the syrup and utensils, then finds his own meal and - yeah, that looks amazing. He needs protein.

"I guess we can just eat on the bed," he suggests, shrugging, because there aren't enough chairs in here otherwise. "Unless you want to sit on the balcony."

“I vote for the balcony,” she says, not really waiting for an answer before balancing her plate and a cup of water on her hands to take out there. There’s a couple chairs, at least, and she felt better closer to the ocean. Maybe she grew up near the beach?

"Balcony it is," Jason says, albeit to her retreating back.

He cant help but smile a little, honestly, though he takes the time to pour himself a cup of coffee before following her out with his own plate. He guesses if they do have a room in apparent paradise, they might as well take advantage of the view and the weather.

Plus, the gentle wind in his hair feels good. Almost like a caress.

He starts digging into his breakfast, realizing quickly that he's even hungrier than he'd thought, and he'd already thought he was hungry. "Who even knows the last time we ate."

There's so much they don't know. "I guess we could search the room for anything we might have missed. There's always a chance we've got, I don't know, passports hidden somewhere."

“IDs,” she agrees. “Driver’s licenses, maybe. I don’t know. You’d think we’d have something around somewhere. Unless we really did lose our luggage with our memories.”

Maybe they shouldn’t totally discount the possibility of an accident? Brain injuries could be weird.

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