Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking
“♫Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ pretty damn shitty♪” was literally Carlos’ first thought upon arriving at the Consciousness Station. Tragically, he wasn’t even in the proper mindset to appreciate his joke as the light resting on his eyes felt more like someone was taking a jackhammer straight into his face.
He made a noise – a long, moaning, very unhappy and painful noise – and reached both arms up to cover his face. Only one arm made it though, as the other was currently trapped underneath something. A pillow? A tight blanket? He didn’t know – it was warm though.
Carlos just frowned, shutting his eye closed again and groaning deeply. The pillows weren’t his, he realized. Neither was the blanket. Or the bed. He didn’t know where he was. And God, did it hurt trying to figure it all out.
“Nng… Then where are we?” he asked lowly.
“I have…no idea.” Giving up on untangling her legs the hard way, she rolled over again to stare up at the cieling of the darkened room.
Okay, time to think. They were in a strange room, neither of them knew where they were. She didn’t know how this had happened, or why. In fact, she barely remembered anything of the previous night. And trying to just made her head hurt even more.
“…Carlos, do you remember anything from last night?”
Carlos groaned at the thought of trying to make his brain work. But he tried to remember. “I went to your house… and it kinda turned into a deal where… you convinced me to let loose a little bit? I think? Not blamin’, just… s’what I remember.”
“Right….okay.” Mia groaned in commiseration, trying to connect the pieces to this black out migraine puzzle they were facing. What on Earth had they done?
“….Bar. Think I convinced you to go drinking with me? But where-?” They were starting to piece it together, but she was still hopelessly confused.
Carlos hummed, still pressing his hands to his face to try and alleviate the pain. “I dunno… I don’t go to bars…” He tried to think further back. Beatles? For some reason they’d been on the radio, and it got Carlos thinking about some kind of live show that was related. Wait… Wait, wait wait…
“Love. I remember Love. Like… ‘All you need is Love’ and… and stuff. God, what was the… the thing called?”
Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking
“♫Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ pretty damn shitty♪” was literally Carlos’ first thought upon arriving at the Consciousness Station. Tragically, he wasn’t even in the proper mindset to appreciate his joke as the light resting on his eyes felt more like someone was taking a jackhammer straight into his face.
He made a noise – a long, moaning, very unhappy and painful noise – and reached both arms up to cover his face. Only one arm made it though, as the other was currently trapped underneath something. A pillow? A tight blanket? He didn’t know – it was warm though.
Carlos just frowned, shutting his eye closed again and groaning deeply. The pillows weren’t his, he realized. Neither was the blanket. Or the bed. He didn’t know where he was. And God, did it hurt trying to figure it all out.
“Nng… Then where are we?” he asked lowly.
“I have…no idea.” Giving up on untangling her legs the hard way, she rolled over again to stare up at the cieling of the darkened room.
Okay, time to think. They were in a strange room, neither of them knew where they were. She didn’t know how this had happened, or why. In fact, she barely remembered anything of the previous night. And trying to just made her head hurt even more.
“…Carlos, do you remember anything from last night?”
Carlos groaned at the thought of trying to make his brain work. But he tried to remember. “I went to your house… and it kinda turned into a deal where… you convinced me to let loose a little bit? I think? Not blamin’, just… s’what I remember.”
Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking
“♫Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ pretty damn shitty♪” was literally Carlos’ first thought upon arriving at the Consciousness Station. Tragically, he wasn’t even in the proper mindset to appreciate his joke as the light resting on his eyes felt more like someone was taking a jackhammer straight into his face.
He made a noise – a long, moaning, very unhappy and painful noise – and reached both arms up to cover his face. Only one arm made it though, as the other was currently trapped underneath something. A pillow? A tight blanket? He didn’t know – it was warm though.
Mia woke slowly, the first thing catching her awareness was something firm and warm underneath her neck attempting to pull away. Whining and refusing to open her eyes, she attempted to get herself comfortable again to drift back off until the hangover pounding between her eyes died away.
Only as she was halfway settled again did her nose start working to pick up the scent of her companion. ….Lavender and human? That was unusual, to say the least. Groaning, she slit one eye open to peer blearily at the person beside her. What was going on??
There was a noise and the pillow (blanket?) shifted over his arm, briefly freeing it but then once again trapping it before Carlos could move it. What the hell? He tried to pull his arm out again, and even the least bit of strain made his head pound.
Carlos whimpered lowly, anticipating the pain, and peeked one squinty eye open. At first it was tough to focus because he was squinting, but the grey fuzziness started to go away in his vision and he could make out something with dark hair laying on his arm. He blinked his eye a couple times, trying to clear the fuzz some more, and he saw large, pointed ears coming out of the top of the thing’s head, and then her face – it wasn’t a thing, it was a person. But it still took a few more blinks before Carlos realized he recognized them.
“The hell… Mia?” he murmured, completely confused. And his brain still was too preoccupied to try and figure out why she was there.
“….Carlos?” Both of the Fae woman’s eyes blinked open in shock as she recognized the voice of her companion. And then she had to almost immediately close them as the sudden onslaught of light hurt her sensitive eyes.
Rolling over and away from him to put her face in the pillow with a groan, she muttered a few choice words that had the curtains to the room they were in slam shut and change to a black out fabric to get rid of the offending sunlight. As she did so, she became aware of fabric wrapped around her legs in an….unusual way. She didn’t remember owning a nightgown?? Usually she slept in pajamas or a tank top and sweat shorts.
“…This doesn’t smell like any of my houses?” she offered, attempting to free her legs without actually getting up. What the hell had happened last night??
Carlos just frowned, shutting his eye closed again and groaning deeply. The pillows weren’t his, he realized. Neither was the blanket. Or the bed. He didn’t know where he was. And God, did it hurt trying to figure it all out.
Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking
“♫Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ pretty damn shitty♪” was literally Carlos’ first thought upon arriving at the Consciousness Station. Tragically, he wasn’t even in the proper mindset to appreciate his joke as the light resting on his eyes felt more like someone was taking a jackhammer straight into his face.
He made a noise – a long, moaning, very unhappy and painful noise – and reached both arms up to cover his face. Only one arm made it though, as the other was currently trapped underneath something. A pillow? A tight blanket? He didn’t know – it was warm though.
Mia woke slowly, the first thing catching her awareness was something firm and warm underneath her neck attempting to pull away. Whining and refusing to open her eyes, she attempted to get herself comfortable again to drift back off until the hangover pounding between her eyes died away.
Only as she was halfway settled again did her nose start working to pick up the scent of her companion. ….Lavender and human? That was unusual, to say the least. Groaning, she slit one eye open to peer blearily at the person beside her. What was going on??
There was a noise and the pillow (blanket?) shifted over his arm, briefly freeing it but then once again trapping it before Carlos could move it. What the hell? He tried to pull his arm out again, and even the least bit of strain made his head pound.
Carlos whimpered lowly, anticipating the pain, and peeked one squinty eye open. At first it was tough to focus because he was squinting, but the grey fuzziness started to go away in his vision and he could make out something with dark hair laying on his arm. He blinked his eye a couple times, trying to clear the fuzz some more, and he saw large, pointed ears coming out of the top of the thing’s head, and then her face – it wasn’t a thing, it was a person. But it still took a few more blinks before Carlos realized he recognized them.
“The hell… Mia?” he murmured, completely confused. And his brain still was too preoccupied to try and figure out why she was there.
*answers on the second ring* Faeroune Funerary, you stab ‘em, we slab ‘em. What’s up?
Yes, yes. Carlos, I read the fine print. I was assured, however, that there would be enough science things there to keep Angie sufficiently entertained and help her with her desire to be a scientist like you. And if the camp proves to be insufficient, well, you’re only a few miles away.
I’m just over two miles from the camp. But I didn’t know
this – Max described the camp as a scam. How can they run so many different
types of subjects at the same time?
I assume there are different stations for each active camp, like those enrichment thingies humans do for schools. You’re nearby, why not see if you can observe the camp for a day or something? I have connections near there, and while the human who started the camp isn’t the most trustworthy, he’s rarely if never there so I wasn’t concerned with much more than humans-only offering science near you and some of my contacts. I gave her more than ample means of defending herself if necessary.
Mia, this is summer camp. Angie shouldn’t have to defend herself! I just—
*he pauses. He’s then apologetic.*
I’m sorry, Mia. I know… I’m not Angie’s legal guardian and I
can’t really say where she should go for summer camp. I just… I’m really
concerned and I don’t really like all the shady things I’m learning about this
camp.
*answers on the second ring* Faeroune Funerary, you stab ‘em, we slab ‘em. What’s up?
Oh,
you know, the usual. A cultist managed to get hired by the camp and
attempted to brainwash and kill the campers but wound up poisoning
himself instead. I already took care of it, he won’t be coming anywhere
near our daughter.
Uh… Mia, I don’t know what kind of camps you’ve been to, but
that is not usual. Usual for extreme
cultists, I guess, but not for Summer Camps. What do you mean you took care of
it?
Dragons gotta eat too, don’t they? *laughs* I try not to feed Drake junk food too often though~ So, how’s your research going?
My – my research? Mia, that camp has a lot of issues going
on with it. It’s… it’s more like a camp
camp – there’s apparently different ‘camps’ rolled up into one. You signed
Angie up for ‘Science Camp’, but Max said that there was another kid there for ‘Adventure
Camp’ or something.
Yes, yes. Carlos, I read the fine print. I was assured, however, that there would be enough science things there to keep Angie sufficiently entertained and help her with her desire to be a scientist like you. And if the camp proves to be insufficient, well, you’re only a few miles away.
I’m just over two miles from the camp. But I didn’t know
this – Max described the camp as a scam. How can they run so many different
types of subjects at the same time?
*answers on the second ring* Faeroune Funerary, you stab ‘em, we slab ‘em. What’s up?
Oh,
you know, the usual. A cultist managed to get hired by the camp and
attempted to brainwash and kill the campers but wound up poisoning
himself instead. I already took care of it, he won’t be coming anywhere
near our daughter.
Uh… Mia, I don’t know what kind of camps you’ve been to, but
that is not usual. Usual for extreme
cultists, I guess, but not for Summer Camps. What do you mean you took care of
it?
Dragons gotta eat too, don’t they? *laughs* I try not to feed Drake junk food too often though~ So, how’s your research going?
My – my research? Mia, that camp has a lot of issues going
on with it. It’s… it’s more like a camp
camp – there’s apparently different ‘camps’ rolled up into one. You signed
Angie up for ‘Science Camp’, but Max said that there was another kid there for ‘Adventure
Camp’ or something.
*answers on the second ring* Faeroune Funerary, you stab ‘em, we slab ‘em. What’s up?
Oh,
you know, the usual. A cultist managed to get hired by the camp and
attempted to brainwash and kill the campers but wound up poisoning
himself instead. I already took care of it, he won’t be coming anywhere
near our daughter.
Uh… Mia, I don’t know what kind of camps you’ve been to, but
that is not usual. Usual for extreme
cultists, I guess, but not for Summer Camps. What do you mean you took care of
it?
The Perfect Scientist 