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pocketpretzels) wrote2022-07-30 06:22 am
pocketpretzels) wrote2022-07-30 06:22 am
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MHA #15, then #MHA 14, Saturday Morning
Last night had been pleasant, if excessively glittery. Following the dance, Watts and Steven had checked in to the hotel and-
... Promptly fallen asleep. What?
Now it was morning, though, and the first hints of consciousness were beginning to filter through Watts's mind.
"Mrrph," he rolled over, instinctively reaching for where Steven ought to be. Except there was nobody there. Still mostly asleep, Watts started to dismiss that as oh, well, clearly Steven woke up first and is over by the desk making terrible hotel coffee-
"Steven woke up first"? Yeah, no. Steven was even less of a morning person than Watts himself was. Something was definitely wrong. Starting with the fact that this wasn't a hotel room at all, but his old apartment. Now fully awake- and concerned- Watts got dressed and started to look around in an effort to figure out just what the hell had gone on here.
His first stop was his mobile phone on the nightstand, which looked... older? He squinted at it, and then sighed and grabbed his glasses (which unlike his actual current phone had survived the transition) and squinted at it again: 2022-07-30, read the date.
"Twenty years," he muttered. "Criminy." That would place them at- what, a few months after they'd both arrived in Fandom? Maybe a month after they'd started dating? The lack of decoration in his apartment more or less confirmed the timing. Though he still wanted to know where the hell Steven had ended up, if not with him.
First stop? Across the hall, to Steven and Marc's apartment. Muscle memory had him fishing out his keyring even though they'd not lived in Fandom for years, but of course the key wasn't on the ring: they wouldn't be exchanging those for some time yet. So, knocking it was.
[ooc: for thems that live there! that watts headed over to visit is fine for broadcast, details of conversation NFB please.]
... Promptly fallen asleep. What?
Now it was morning, though, and the first hints of consciousness were beginning to filter through Watts's mind.
"Mrrph," he rolled over, instinctively reaching for where Steven ought to be. Except there was nobody there. Still mostly asleep, Watts started to dismiss that as oh, well, clearly Steven woke up first and is over by the desk making terrible hotel coffee-
"Steven woke up first"? Yeah, no. Steven was even less of a morning person than Watts himself was. Something was definitely wrong. Starting with the fact that this wasn't a hotel room at all, but his old apartment. Now fully awake- and concerned- Watts got dressed and started to look around in an effort to figure out just what the hell had gone on here.
His first stop was his mobile phone on the nightstand, which looked... older? He squinted at it, and then sighed and grabbed his glasses (which unlike his actual current phone had survived the transition) and squinted at it again: 2022-07-30, read the date.
"Twenty years," he muttered. "Criminy." That would place them at- what, a few months after they'd both arrived in Fandom? Maybe a month after they'd started dating? The lack of decoration in his apartment more or less confirmed the timing. Though he still wanted to know where the hell Steven had ended up, if not with him.
First stop? Across the hall, to Steven and Marc's apartment. Muscle memory had him fishing out his keyring even though they'd not lived in Fandom for years, but of course the key wasn't on the ring: they wouldn't be exchanging those for some time yet. So, knocking it was.
[ooc: for thems that live there! that watts headed over to visit is fine for broadcast, details of conversation NFB please.]
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"We've got it," Marc said. Then, no offense to this Watts but this was the way things worked around here, "I've got it. I'll let you know if there's anything to worry about. Take a breather."
Steven looked uncertain. Which hey, Steven was smart enough to know that Marc might tell him if there was something to worry about only after it was no longer a worry. But still. It was enough to get Steven to nod and the reflection to go back to Marc again.
Marc rubbed the bridge of his nose. When this was all over he was getting a fucking drink.