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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It seems only polite, is all. He tucks their shoes under his arm and nods, definitely a little impressed at the way she walks out of the water looking like it wasn't even there. He's definitely wet and dripping enough for the both of them.

"Yeah. Same. I keep getting feelings. But nothing solid. And I don't know if it's memories or just hunches."

And, obviously, "Using whatever powers we have must be something we couldn't forget."

"Maybe it's harder to erase instincts. Like when you did that flip."

Which is still impressive. And obviously, the only reason she looks at him for a bit longer than she intended to. Because she's remembering when he did the flip. And not enjoying the way his clothes cling to him when wet.

Jason laughs, a little self-conscious when he notices the way she's looking at him, but he doesn't actually mind it that much, he finds.

He nods. "I guess so. Or the way you didn't even get wet."

Neither of them had thought that was a thing she could do, but here she is, perfectly dry, while he leaves wet footprints on the sand and, once they step onto the paved path, behind him as they go.

"I wonder if there's any other way to try to shake things loose."

"Maybe there's an animal you can talk to?"

If she can talk to horses. Which, still weird, although she thinks she kind of remembers Poseidon having something to do with the creation of horses. Zeus probably created some animal, too, right?

Jason thinks about that, but, "I don't... know?" He feels like there isn't.

In fact, he feels like... "I think he tended to, uh. Turn himself into animals." Mostly to cheat on his wife, if Jason isn't wrong.

That's... not reassuring in the least. Jason neither wants to be anything other than human, nor cheat on his wife.

"I don't know that he was all that great a guy," Jason admits - which, huh. There's not a cloud in the sky, and yet, he swears he could've heard the distant, far-off rumble of thunder.

Percy finds herself walking a bit more quickly back towards the hotel because something deep in her instincts says it's best not to be out in the open when someone badmouths the king of the gods. Also, those same instincts tell her she might already be on very thin ice about that, on principle.

"...Do you think you can turn yourself into an animal?"

Jason's face screws up a little. "I don't... know? I kind of don't want to try," he admits. Somehow, the idea is just not appealing.

"For all I know, I'd turn into a rabbit or something."

"You'd make a cute rabbit," Percy says helpfully. "I'd get you a nice hutch and everything."

"Gee, thanks." Jason wrinkles his nose (and probably looks like a rabbit while he's doing it, but that's neither here nor there). "I still think I'll pass. Flying's good enough for me."

Because there is that. He can fly, which is just crazy. But also cool. And he doesn't need to be an animal to do it.

They reach the back entrance of the hotel, which means Jason's now going to drip all over the carpet on the way back up, but he figures it'll dry, in the end. "I wish we knew more about what any of this means."

"Well, it's still only morning and we got pretty far. I mean, we found out we're the children of gods." Maybe that's not something she should be announcing as they're walking into an inhabited area, but whatever. No one's really paying attention. "I think we're doing pretty well."

It is absolutely more than they knew before, he can't deny that.

Nor is anyone paying attention to their conversation, at least, so Jason doesn't mind. Hell, for all he knows, it's normal - but still, one of those feelings he's been getting is definitely telling him it isn't.

"It is something. But there still has to be a reason we don't remember anything, and I want to know what it is."

Which sounds like a Catch-22, he knows. It's still true.

"We're going to figure it out," Percy decides. They've already done pretty well for one (1) morning. She bumps his shoulder playfully in the meantime. "For now, you need to stop dripping on the floors."

Would she be able to fix that? Maybe. But it's more fun to tease him about it, so.

Her confidence is refreshing; she manages to distract him into not worrying about it for the moment, as he mock-staggers and says, "Hey, whose fault is that, anyway?"

But she's got a point, and he heads for the elevators to hit the button for their floor. "Next time we go wandering I'll know to bring bring a towel. And possibly a change of clothes."

“You’re going to need to own a change of clothes first,” says the only one of the two of them who currently owns multiple shirts. (And… several days’ worth of lingerie, but let that stay hidden away in the drawer for now.)

That... is a problem, yeah. He's going to have to hang his jeans on the balcony railing and hope for the best, he supposes.

Either that, or, "I don't suppose your trick works on clothes?" he asks, hopefully, drip-drip-dripping on the elevator floor as it rises.

“I don’t know.”

It’s possible it would, and yet. Who’s to say! Maybe he just needs to be wet for a little while longer. So he can think about what a terrible idea challenging her was.

One corner of Jason's mouth ticks up at that; he can tell she's teasing him, and you know what? He can't even really bring himself to mind.

"Well, if you want to try... you'll have the opportunity," he says nonchalantly, as the elevator dings and he leads the way out, digging out the plastic keycard which, thankfully, shouldn't be affected by the dunking.

He does vaguely wonder if he couldn't get the winds to dry his clothes out, but he also has vivid mental images of said clothes flying away off the balcony, and that is a lot less ideal.

"Maybe I should just get some swim trunks for next time." The hotel shop is bound to have those.

“Probably. I definitely want to go in the water again.”

Obviously. Now that she knows why she was drawn to the ocean. Maybe she can do some actual swimming.

“They definitely had shirts, too. And shorts and stuff. I should check it out again later to see if there’s any more necessities we can make the gods or whatever pay for.”

She flops on the bed.

"If you want to go look while I'm in the shower, you can pick some up." He pauses. "And some more clothes for me, maybe?"

On the one hand, that feels a little like asking her to do his shopping. On the other... he has exactly one set of clothes that are not the pajamas he woke up in and they're currently dripping on the floor.

It’s definitely the most reasonable option. He will need something to wear out of the shower, and she can check for anything else they need while she’s there. “Yeah, sure.” She pats her pocket to make sure she definitely still has her card before she leaves the room. “Any special requests?”

He thinks a moment, but shakes his head. "Just some clothes," he admits, with a rueful smile. "Maybe some swim trunks if you really want."

It's weird, to think about getting all this on someone else's dime, but if that's what they have to work with -

Actually. "Some snacks?"

He's a teenage boy, okay. He's always hungry.

“I’ll see what I can find.” After hesitating for a moment, she kisses him on the cheek. It seemed pretty nice the first time she did it? It’s like a good luck thing for whenever they’re not next to each other.

(Is that because she likes it, or did someone else do that with her?)

“No promises.”

Jason shifts in place a little, like maybe he wants to kiss her back - but doesn't, because he doesn't want to do something that's not okay with her. He does smile softly, though, and nods. "Thanks."

For getting clothes. And the kiss. He can thank her for both things.

Then he retreats into the bathroom so he can actually peel off his soaked clothes and wash all the salt and sand off of himself.

Percy doesn’t do a lot of shopping for clothes, mostly because - as much fun as it is to waste someone else’s money - she’s not totally sure she’s got the right size for him. He can pick out more stuff himself later.

She does come back with a t-shirt for him (if it’s a little on the small side, that’s not her fault, she was eyeballing it) (and if he objects to it saying ‘beach babe’ on it then he shouldn’t have sent her) and shorts, along with swim clothes for both of them. She also picked up some basic hygiene supplies - toothbrushes, toothpaste, etc - and a bunch of snacks in a bag, and she tosses them on the bed when she makes it back to the room.

Jason tries not to take too long in the shower, but he does also try to keep an ear out for the door opening and closing again - if only because he won't have anything to put on until Percy gets back.

The water's no longer running by the time she does return; a minute later, he sticks his wet, tousled head out of the bathroom door, clearly wearing only a towel and trying to pretend that's perfectly fine.

(It... is, maybe? If she's supposed to be his wife.)

"Hey," he says, with an unspoken question at the tail end of the syllable that is clearly asking after clean clothes.

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