MHA #6, Early Saturday Morning

[firstofitskind]

As dawn broke, so did consciousness, and he became aware of several things in quick succession:

First, he was not alone in the bed.

Second, he had no idea where he was.

Third, he had no idea who was with him in the bed.

Fourth, he had no idea if he had a name.

"Hello?" he murmured in the ear of the blonde sleeping curled in his arms. "... Good morning?" he tried. That seemed like the sort of thing one ought to say upon waking up with someone, anyway.

[ooc: for that blonde!]

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[arboreal_priestess]

"Yeah?" she said. "I'm amnesiac, I'm not blind."

[firstofitskind]

“I think you’re pretty too,” he informed her guilelessly.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Which is good because I'm currently naked in bed with you," she pointed out. "If you thought I wasn't, we'd have more problems than just waking up with no memory and a random gun under the pillow."

[firstofitskind]

“Like what?”

[arboreal_priestess]

"Like the fact I'd have to scratch your eyes out if we hooked up and you didn't think I was attractive," she said. Jokingly.

Except really not.

[firstofitskind]

His hands went up to touch his eyes, almost reflexively, and he gave her a horrified look as he let his hands drop back down.

"Well, please don't. Because I do. Think you're attractive."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Glad we both agree that everyone we woke up naked naked next to is pretty," she said, pushing the blankets off and hopping out of bed. Yup. Definitely totally naked. There's a show for you, whatsyourface. "Whaddaya say we start thinking up reasons why we have no idea who we are?"

She bent down to pick up a shirt that, from the size, had probably been hers and discovered a brace of knives under it.

"Oookay, and why this place is filled with weapons."

[firstofitskind]

"Right," he nodded, following suit.

"So it's not just guns, then. Is that better or worse?" ... Was that a crossbow propped up in the corner of the room?

(It was absolutely a crossbow.)

[arboreal_priestess]

"Well, I've just glanced around and I've already spotted like five different weapons, so I'm gonna say worse?" she said, tugging the shirt on. "Mostly because, at some point, having your own armory is..."

Well, it was something. She had no idea what, exactly, but definitely something.

"Look, they all show signs of wear and tear, too," she said, hunkering down to look at, well, more knives. Whoever lived here - her? - really liked knives. "So it's not like this is someone's collection. These weapons get used."

[firstofitskind]

"For what?" he wondered, finally spotting some clothing that looked like it might belong to him.

And also, shockingly, even more knives!

"Nothing good, I'm assuming."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Well, what do you normally use weapons for?" she asked, rhetorically. "It sure isn't visiting sick kids in hospitals and cooking meals for the elderly."

[firstofitskind]

"No," he agreed. "Although they can be used for defense..." This many, though? Seemed unlikely.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Sure," she said. "And the people who live here are clearly worried they need to defend themselves against several army battalions."

[firstofitskind]

"And then we've got," he held up a flask, unscrewing the top and taking a careful sniff. "Water?"

Okay then.

[arboreal_priestess]

"And...ashes?" she said, finding a vial half-full of ash. She opened it up and dumped it on the top of the dresser, poking it with a finger. And then, unable to get a better idea, she swept it off, leaving it to fall to the ground. "I have absolutely no idea what the fuck all of this is about."

[firstofitskind]

"The weapons at least have a purpose, even if we are unsure of what that purpose is," he agreed. Water and ashes, though? What possible significance could they have?

[arboreal_priestess]

"Okay, so we have a ton of weapons, weird stuff that seems to serve no purpose, no idea who we are, and we woke up naked," she said. "Does any of this build to...any kind of logical purpose in your mind?"

She was starting to rifle through the drawers. Surely there had to be something here that would make sense.

[firstofitskind]

"We did something to anger someone," he mused. "And so they retaliated by doing something to our memories. Drugging us."

Anyone who owned- and used- that much weaponry had undoubtedly pissed off a few people in their lifetime.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Then wouldn't you expect them to follow up?" she asked. "Or is it more like a giant prank?" She frowned. "Maybe we knew something. And this is for our protection? Or to keep us quiet."

[firstofitskind]

"Maybe," he said thoughtfully. "It's certainly effective. If I knew something before, I don't now."

[arboreal_priestess]

"But most drugs that'll affect you this way either wipe out everything or are of very limited duration," she said.

Followed by a quietly horrified, "...How the hell do I know that?"

[firstofitskind]

"How do you know that, and not anything about yourself?" he wondered. For some reason, he found himself reaching up to touch a spot on the right side of his neck, just under his chin. "Maybe it wasn't a drug."

[arboreal_priestess]

"Okay, so it's not a drug what are you thinking?" she asked, helping herself to some of the clothing she found in the bureaus.

"I think this stuff is yours," she said, opening up a draw with neatly-folded men's clothing tucked away inside.

[firstofitskind]

"Some sort of... surgical procedure?"

He's strapped to a table, a redheaded man staring down at him, his voice void of inflection as he says:

"I took care of that problem for you. I assure you, she felt no pain."

Hands him a simple gold ring- a wedding band.

A needle, drawing closer, and then-

Nothing.

He blinks, giving his head a shake as if to dispel the... memory?

"Must be," he agreed absently, rummaging through the drawer.

[arboreal_priestess]

"Maybe that's what happened last night," she mused, finding a half-filled out dance registration form for 'Valerie Pryor.' "We were naked because we were looking for scars, sutures, or injection marks. You hurt anywhere?"