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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"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.

"Would've been really interesting to check in," he murmurs, but then again, given how evasive the front desk had been, he has no idea. For all he knows, whoever paid for the room checked them in, too.

Things are starting to feel very... uncomfortable. He doesn't suspect Percy in the least, they're in this together, but things just aren't adding up.

"Let's start with searching the room after breakfast," he decides, because there's no point it doing anything on an empty stomach. "And you can try calling the front desk. Maybe they'll talk to you." He doesn't think so, but it seems worth a shot.

“I can go in person. Maybe it’ll be harder to deny us information to my face.”

Plus, she’s pretty sure she can be intimidating. Maybe.

That's not a bad plan; Jason smiles, nodding. "Okay. Just... be careful."

He isn't sure why he feels the need to tell her to be careful. She's just going down to talk to the hotel front desk.

All the same, "Something isn't right here. I mean - obviously," he says, gesturing at his head, then hers. Clearly something's wrong if they can't remember who they are or how they got here.

But he has a feeling it's bigger than that. He has a feeling... they need to be careful. Even though he can't say why.

"I just - I don't know. I think we need to be ready for anything."

Even though he honestly can't say why he feels that way.

"I'll be careful," she says, which for some reason gives her the impression it's not something she says very often. At least, not says it and means it. "Cause, yeah, I - I get that feeling, too? I mean, the first thing I thought of when I woke up was if there was a threat, and that seems... not normal."

Especially for - and maybe they can't stress this enough - a honeymooning couple.

Well, that kind of clinches it. "That's exactly how I feel," Jason says quietly. "Like it's not normal to not be watching my back."

Which just... doesn't make sense. But then, nothing since they've woken up has made sense. All he knows is, there's some alarm bell screaming in the back of his head, and he has no idea why.

Although, "It's kind of a weird relief that you feel the same way."

"And that's super messed up, right? Like."

She gestures at. Both of them. "We're both really young to be married, probably. We're on our honeymoon, apparently. We both kind of expect to be attacked?"

"Yeah," he agrees. It is super messed up.

Although, "Maybe it has something to do with all this." He sort of makes a vague gesture again, meaning their whole situation. "Like... if we expect to be attacked, maybe it's because we were?"

He's not sure how, when they're both fine, except mentally... but that could mean something too, right?

"But I don't know what could've done this."

"I didn't see any injuries on myself, but... I have a lot of scars, I think? Maybe even a worrying amount?"

Since they're considering the possibility of having been attacked. Maybe it was... something that had been happening. A lot. "Maybe something happened that was so bad it made our brains just shut the door on everything?"

That makes him frown again - honestly, it feels a little like his default expression, at this point.

Although the truth is, "I had some, too."

He hadn't exactly looked, while he was changing shirts, but he had noticed a few. He hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now...

His expression stays grim. "Honestly, that sounds... more likely than a lot of other options," he says, quietly. "You don't think something happened at our wedding...?"

That would be - well. Awful.

She breathes out. “I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe it happened on the way here, if - you know, if we have family paying for this and they think everything’s okay?”

If she knew something horrible had happened to her kid, she wouldn’t be staying out of it and letting them go on their honeymoon together. “Maybe the front desk can tell us, like, if we seemed weird or something when we checked in?”

"Yeah." He doesn't like that it all hinges on getting answers from someone else, but what choice do they really have?

"I guess we won't know until we ask," he sighs, shoveling another forkful of eggs into his mouth. At least the food is good, and there really doesn't seem to have been any issue with paying for it. Despite any "extras" they may have received.

"I'll still go through the room while you're down there." He doesn't like the idea of her going down there alone, but that's just silly. They cant be in any real danger here, or they would've already encountered it, he thinks.

He hopes.

"What a way to start a honeymoon," he mumbles. If that's even what this is. Part of him feels like... if it is, he'd want to enjoy it. But he just can't shake that feeling of unease.

“I hope our vows had something like ‘to have and to hold, through amnesia and double amnesia’.”

She spears another bite of blueberry pancake with her fork. “But yeah, that sounds like a good game plan.”

Okay, he has to laugh at that, though he tries to hide it in a sip of coffee and kind of gets some up his nose for his trouble.

He also can't help the smile that tugs at his lips as he sets the mug down. He can see why he might have married Percy.

"I guess we can always update them," he says. "We're definitely in this together."

He finally sets his fork down and pushes his plate away. "Maybe it we give things enough time, our memories will come back, too."

She smirks at him and casually passes over a napkin when he almost snorts coffee. At least her very cute husband appreciates her sense of humor.

“Through amnesia and double amnesia. And maybe they will come back, if we give it some time. It’s only been a morning.”

She doesn’t have a lot of hope that everything will just work out, but it’s not bad to hope a little.

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