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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Jason has to use both hands to catch the clothes she tosses, meaning the door opens a little more and she'll definitely get a good look at him in just a towel.

Fortunately, said towel stays put, and he smiles gratefully at her, clutching the clothes to his chest. (He has not yet seen the wording on the shirt. Give him a minute.)

"Thanks." He definitely sounds relieved as he disappears back into the bathroom to get changed.

A few seconds later there's an incredulous laugh, and he calls out, "Beach babe?"

Percy is definitely not not paying attention to that glimpse of way more of her husband than she’s ever seen, though she’d like to think she’s being respectful about it.

Y’know. Sort of respectful.

She grins when she hears that call from the bathroom. “I can’t hear you! Did you say it doesn’t fit?”

Jason makes a noise halfway between a sigh and a snort. He opens the door fully now - the shorts do fit, but the shirt is... yeah. It's like just that side of too small that makes it stretch over his chest and shoulders.

He's got one eyebrow raised as he says, "It'll work for now." Because it will, even if he's going to get one that's the next size up later.

But, "Beach babe," he repeats, only now, it's not a question, and he looks like he's trying to look put out only it's possibly not working as well as he thinks it is.

“Oops?” She tried! Really, she did. “I got pretty close, at least.” It does still fit him. Mostly. And she is definitely not ogling at all the way that it stretches over his chest.

Jason sees her looking... and it makes his cheeks flush a little, but he also doesn't exactly call her out.

Or the fact that she has not explained the words on the shirt. He has a feeling he already knows the answer, anyway.

He does go slip back into the bathroom to retrieve his soaked clothes so he can go hang them over the balcony railing. He already rinsed them out, because soaked is soaked, so at least most of the salt is gone.

"It's okay. Thanks for getting it, either way." Because he does still appreciate it.

That's when his eyes fall on the bags of snacks on the bed, and he maybe beelines over to inspect them.

"You're welcome," she says, absolutely the best wife ever. If they gave grades in being unexpectedly married at at somethingteen-years-old, she'd be nailing it. All A's.

"I didn't know what you like. Or I like, for that matter? So I got a lot." Not that she's particularly hungry right now. It's still nice to have a wide selection.

Jason shrugs and inspects a bag of chips, pulling it open. "I don't think I'm picky?"

Even if he is, he does not have a problem with these chips - though he of course holds out the open bag for Percy, because it's rude not to share when she's the one who got them. Just in case she wants some.

"Nobody gave you any trouble? With buying this stuff and charging it to the room?" He does want to make sure, though she'd probably have said something if not.

There was probably something about sharing chips in the wedding vows, too, and if there was, then he's doing a very good job of it. And while Percy might not be particularly hungry, she's not going to turn down the opportunity to find out something new about herself, namely: does she like these chips.

"No. I guess they really were serious when they said our bill was handled."

Sharing chips does sound like one key to a successful marriage, at least.

"At least that's one less thing to worry about," he breathes, because there's plenty else to worry about, given that they're no closer to figuring out what all this means. "The gods don't skimp on their bills."

For whatever that's worth. It does seem worth something.

"I don't know that I can just... sit here and relax all weekend, though," he admits. He's too unsettled by, well. Not remembering anything.

"I don't think so, either, but it's as good a place as any to use as a base while we figure things out." Which is what she sort of thought they'd decided already, but that was one Earth-shattering revelation about their parentage ago, so she can't blame him if he's reconsidering.

"It is," he agrees - she's right, after all. He's still onboard for that, even if he feels a little weird accepting charity from gods who clearly wanted it that way. But they don't have a great alternative at the moment.

He sits down on the bed and continues going through the bag of chips, offering it over every few mouthfuls. "I wonder if the location is significant - I mean. It is near a beach, but if it's more than that."

She doesn't take a lot more, though she appreciates the offer. They're good, but she really isn't all that hungry still after breakfast. You'd think using her powers would have left her in need of some extra energy, but she feels more energized, if anything.

"Maybe. It didn't sound familiar to me at all."

He shakes his head. "Me either." So, that's sort of a dead end. "Maybe we can see if they have a map in the lobby later. Could be close to something important."

Not that he's sure they'd know it, but he just wants to be doing something. Like he'd said, he doesn't know how he feels about just relaxing. Even if maybe that's what they're supposed to be doing?

"You'd think they could've left us some instructions."

"Maybe we're being tested, and giving us instructions would ruin the point."

She lets her head rest against his shoulder, because so far attempting to remember things by engaging in physical affection that should feel familiar has been. Not a disaster at least.

Jason does relax a little when she leans on him. She seems to have that effect on him. And he certainly doesn't mind being close. It's comforting, for all that he doesn't want to need to comfort.

So, he leans a little closer, too.

"Maybe," he agrees, quietly. "I guess the idea that this is a test doesn't sound way off the mark. Tests, at least, I feel like we can handle."

That just seems right, too, for whatever reason.

"Really? Cause I feel like I fail tests regularly."

It's a hunch, okay, somewhat connected to that vague semi-memory of who she thinks is her mom. Just... Percy thinks she might have disappointed her a lot.

Jason glances over, and admittedly looks doubtful. "Really? I don't get that impression at all."

Okay, he's only known her for today, but it's true. She seems smart and resourceful to him, at least.

"Either way, I'd rather be doing it with you than alone."

"It's just an impression."

She can't say anything for sure. She just - gets the feeling. Like she's seen her mom sad a lot, because of something she did. And as unpleasant as that thought is, she doesn't want to push it away, either, given that it's one of the few things she might know.

"Ditto, though. I don't want to deal with this alone."

Jason has no such memories, really, though when he tries to think back, mostly what he gets is the idea that he has had to prove himself. A lot. So much that it's just second nature by now.

Maybe it is. That seems like it could be about right for a kid of a god, he thinks. Maybe Percy feels that pressure too?

"Well, if this isn't getting a blank slate, I don't know what is," he says softly, nudging her shoulder and bumping his nose against her hair. "So, you don't have to worry about that with me. If it helps."

"Yeah."

She's not sure if it helps, exactly, but it does feel nice to know he doesn't have much in the way of expectations with her, high or otherwise. They can just figure this thing out together.

"Thanks."

"It's just the truth." Because it really is.

"Besides, maybe we'll ace whatever test this is." Although, of course, to do that, they'd need to know the rules, and they definitely don't. But the gods are going to have to give them something to go off of, if there's something they want Jason and Percy to do. Until then, they'll just keep trying to figure out who they are and why they're here.

"Can you think of anything our parents would want?"

He... really can't, but maybe she's got some ideas.

"I mean... they want us to be married, I guess. That's like, the only thing we know for sure?" They were set up in a honeymoon suite. The place is paid for. They got a gift basket with sex supplies. There's lingerie in the dresser. If there's any clear message in that, it's that the gods want this marriage to happen.

She doesn't move away from him or anything, but something in her deflates a little when she finally says the quiet part out loud. "Do you think we even knew each other before today?"

Jason finds himself studying the ring on his finger, the one that matches the ring on Percy's finger.

"I don't know," he has to admit. He can't remember any more than she can. It's possible they didn't. Just like it is very clear, he has to admit, that the gods want them to be married.

Part of him doesn't want to do what the gods want. But part of him doesn't want to be alone - or to leave Percy alone.

"Maybe it doesn't matter. What we have is today." So, they start from here, because it's the only thing they know.

“I guess.” It’s not a bad way to approach this. They have each other, and she wants them to have each other, even if this might have been forced on them. Even if they’re strangers.

She absently plays with her own ring, twisting it around on her finger. It’s a nice ring, probably expensive. “It sucks to think we didn’t have any choice.”

"Yeah." Jason... gets the feeling that choice is rare, somehow - at least, for him. That he does what has to be done, and choice rarely figures into it.

But not today. Today, they can choose to stay together, and choose to figure this out together. Because that's what he'd choose.

"I guess everything we do right now is our choice, though," he decides. "They can't tell us what to do if we can't remember anything and they're clearly not talking to us. Hints don't count."

Because sure, they can hint. Obviously. But Percy and Jason can opt to ignore those hints.

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