The Perk, Saturday Morning

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie's plans with her parents visiting Brazil had gotten delayed, so last night she'd taken advantage of a portal deal back to fandom, in the hopes of meeting some friends and maybe flagging Jim down for a visit too

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[necroslacker]

Sam's trip to the island had been one of pleasure. He'd taught there a semester ago and had realized what he'd loved about being there so he was trying to visit more.

Of course, waking up this morning, he had no memory of that. In fact, he had no memory of anything. All he knew was that he was seeing a lot of different colors when he happened across people.

Pushing into the Perk was no different. The girl in there was comprised of nice, soothing warm tones so he felt comfortable, at least. Still didn't feel great but he wasn't scared.

He was also maybe staring a bit.

[whenshewasnice]

"I can guess, but no, I can't feel what you're feeling," Natalie replied, shaking her head. But only a little. Guess she wasn't big on obvious gestures. "Just my own feelings."

But she also couldn't see any colours, so she wasn't hugely surprised.

[necroslacker]

"Maybe I'm sicker than you," he said, feeling like he was under a microscope now. "Sorry to freak you out."

[whenshewasnice]

"No one's sick, just amnesiac," Natalie replied. "Sit down."

Because she didn't need to read his feelings to know he had to be more freaked out than she was, in certain respects.

[necroslacker]

"You sure?" Because he didn't know how to stop the intrusive things he could do right now. "You don't know me."

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't even know myself," she pointed out. "So I'm taking a chance."

Even if it meant some things escaping her.

[necroslacker]

Sam took a seat across from her albeit slowly. He didn't really know what to do from there so he settled one hand on the table and tapped his fingers a few times idly.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie went back to shifting through the things in front of her. There wasn't much, just a few cards with the same ufamiliar name on them, some American and Canadian currency, a random futuristic-looking key card.

"I don't know what any of this stuff is."

[necroslacker]

"I don't either," Sam told her, shaking his head even as he peered down at it. "I don't have anything like that in my wallet. A few pictures of people I don't recognize, some money and my license. That's it."

[whenshewasnice]

"Don't be too sad," she drawled. "Having a lot is exactly as useless."

But she picked up the wallet again, just to go through it one more time, for anything else. And she found something: a folded up photograph. When she smoothed it out it turned out to be of a young man. Handsome, smirking, with striking blue eyes.

No, she didn't recognize him, either.

[necroslacker]

"Nice looking guy," Sam said, giving the picture a look. "Think he's someone connected to you? Relative? Husband?"

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie shrugged, almost a little helplessly. "I don't think I look old enough to be married, but nothing has a birthdate on it, and I do have an ID that says I'm someone's chief of staff."

Which seemed like an adult position to be in.

"Could be a boyfriend, could be a brother, could be the target of an assassination, for all I know."

[necroslacker]

"Why would anyone carry a picture of someone that was an assassination target with them?" he wondered curiously. "You think...you're the assassin?"

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie brushed her bangs aside, and looked out the window.

"I could be."

Not knowing who the hell she was sucked.

[necroslacker]

"Did you wake up with any weapons?" Sam wondered. "Wouldn't assassins carry something everywhere?"

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie responded with a withering look, but it was mild, almost like it wasn't even directed at him, really, but rather the entire situation.

"I didn't say I think I am one," she said. "But it's one of a thousand possibilities. And you have to admit the chief of staff thing seems odd."