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[dupelover]

WHO: Siryn and Constantine
WHAT: hideousness
WHERE: At the fancy hotel
WHEN: Christmas morning
WARNINGS: look at who is involved in this log, that should say it all
SUMMARY: Waking up in a strange bed with a strange person.

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[thelaughingmage]

John coughed his way painfully into coherency, blinking up in confusion at the red-haired fury sitting on him.

"Well, that's a hell of a way to say good morning." Theresa. He could hardly forget her. She was angry. And Irish. And beautiful. And pinning him to the bed.

There were worse ways to wake up.

On the other hand, some of the fun went out of it when he was familiar with neither the bed nor the room and there were no memories of getting pissed to lead up to the point of oblivion.

In fact, this didn't smell like anyplace he was familiar with. Expensive oiled wood, diesel, and coal smoke. Dusty heat. The sounds of a city outside, but subtly off. Brow furrowed, he turned his head toward the windows, under which ran the filigreed accordion shape of an old-style steam radiator. "Where the fuck are we?"

[dupelover]

Theresa dropped her hand once she was sure his confusion wasn't an act, and if it was she was certain even Cable might buy into it. She glanced around the room, noting the decor. Parts of it reminded her of some rooms in the Keep, the ones her family hadn't decided to modernize. Castles would always be drafty, no matter how much money was pumped into them.

"I dinnae, but I'd say this place be screwin' with us again."

She shrugged, and slid off of him so that she could roam around the room, her feet leading her first to the window. Slowly she parted the curtains to glance downward, angling herself to keep out of any line of fire. She frowned, spotting a few automobiles and various styles of dress she'd only seen in old photographs, movies or museums.

"I think we may be havin' a case of time travel with this one."

At least that was something familiar.

[thelaughingmage]

John stretched out lazily in the space Theresa had vacated, but her declaration of time travel caught his interest. He struggled out of the covers and padded over to join her.

Sure enough; the last time that cut of suit had been fashionable, the swastika had still been an acceptable accessory.

"Huh. Well, it's New York." The skyline from this vantage was unmistakable. There were the Chrysler Building and the Empire State Building, gleaming brand-new. The eyebrow he quirked at her implied it was too much effort to be surprised.

[dupelover]

Theresa dropped the curtain, and couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Well, I think we aren't in any immediate trouble then." There didn't seem to be any chaos down on the streets nor could she hear anything too out of the ordinary nearby, so she slid out of her leader mode and began to relax.

"If I'm not needed f'anythin', I might as well take this as the universes way of tellin' me t'slow down and enjoy the day." She slipped back onto the bed, stretching out on the mattress briefly before curling up against the pillow. "Like this be a little mini vacation."