pocketpretzels: (thinking)
Watts's return to consciousness on Monday morning was slow, which wasn't all that unusual. What was unusual was the fact that he didn't seem to remember all that much about the weekend after dancing with Steven on Friday evening.

The only reason he was certain that time had passed at all is because he did remember bits and pieces of some extremely odd (if pleasant) dreams regarding a future with Steven.

Also when he made his way to the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast, there was a note- in his own handwriting- that read:

TELL STEVEN YOU'RE BACK AND YOU'RE OKAY

Far be it for him to ignore a directive from himself, he did so, and then... well, there was still breakfast to be made, wasn't there?

[ooc: for that guy. and yes, you guessed it: that he visited is a-ok, any conversational details are NFB.]
pocketpretzels: (z - reunion)
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.]
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