Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
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Adam opened his eyes as the sun cracked through the curtains covering the window, he groaned and rolled over on his back moving the pillow to cover his face. The pillow seemed unfamiliarly soft to the touch, warm on his face. If it wasn't for the droll that dried up on the corner of his cheek he would have been content and fall back to sleep, instead he pulled the pillow from his face and blinked several times to gain focus, the pillow was a deep purple. He didn't recognize the pillow, nor did he ever see such a pillow in his life.
Letting the pillow fall to his lap, Adam discovered that upon looking up at the ceiling he was looking back at himself. There was a mirror on the ceiling. On top of the foreign pillow, Adam was almost certain that he had never been in a room with a mirror on the ceiling. It became apparent how bizzare the situation was indeed, just moments after waking Adam knew there was something wrong, and he wasn't where he was supposed to be. Recalling the night before, he couldn't even remember when it was he fell asleep.
Being in a foreign room however wasn't enough, upon looking at the ceiling he saw a figure beside him covered up in the twisted blankets and sheets, shifting as he seemed to be disturbing them with his own movements. He looked over but couldn't get a good look at their face, he could see their bare shoulder and he prayed to god it was a female. Examining her shape, it seemed like it was, but you never know. Drinking does that to you. Though, did Adam actually drink last night? The short hair that the female sported didn't exactly inspire faith in Adam that it was indeed a female, he attempted to wake her by touching her shoulder but cringed every-time he'd see her breath heavily, sigh, or squirm. Whatever it is people do in their sleep.
Adam needed to get his bearings, he needed to calm down. Maybe he didn't actually have sex with this woman or man. However, upon looking down inside of the sheets he was in fact naked, and without even getting deeper into the how he knew this, but it seemed like he had in fact recently had sex. Upon looking further into the blanket, he tried to gain the knowledge of the gender of his companion. He could not get a good look at their complete form, he was started to get worried that he began shaking the strangers elbow.
"Wake up," He whispered harshly as he sat up in the bed attempting to get a good look at their face, he caught a glimpse of an eye and a cheek. She looked female, thank god. Sighing with relief he held his breath, poking the woman once more before looking around the room. It was obviously a hotel, but where was this hotel? Why didn't Adam remember being here? And why was everything knocked over and covered in a mess of things. Why were Adam's boxers on the spinning fan off to the side?
"My boxers," He muttered with despair. "Why do you escape me now?" Folding his hands, he waited for his tired companion to awaken so he could find out all he knew and go on with his day like this never happened. Little did Adam know, he was in Montana, an entire state over from where he should actually be.
"The girl does kinda look familiar..." He whispered under his breath, as he again leaned over to get a better peek.
Sleeping naked, Ryanne felt, gave her a sense of liberation and made her feel as carefree, naive and innocent as she was as a child.
It was these thoughts that she was greeted with as the sunlight streamed through the window. Her eyes cracked open and when she looked, she realised that she had no idea where she was and she couldn't remember how she got there. Though, at the minute, that wasn't her priority. All she wanted to do was to go back to sleep she was that comfortable.
Ryanne's eyes shot open as she belatedly realised the importance of her lack of knowledge of the night before. She squirmed slightly within the sheets and took stock of the part of the room she could see. It seemed to be very expensive with its gold trimmed dressers, plush carpets and armchairs as well as tall windows and purple velvet curtains framing them.
Movement and quiet mumblings beside her only confirmed her thought that she must have hooked up with some guy. She now had to figure a way to get dressed and out of the room with minimal fuss. Her first thought was to just get up, get dressed and walk out. Although her second idea where she just knocked the guy out seemed even better.
"Wake up,"
She vaguely recognised his voice but her eyes snapped shut and pretended to sleep anyway. The man didn't sound impressed so she assumed that he couldn't remember anything either, 'Must have been one hell of a night then... although I am surprised at the lack of hangover.'
The young hunter had decided to let everything progress naturally unless he pitched a fit, in which case she was all for knocking him out.
Ry turned herself over, onto her back and stretched as casually as she could manage. She felt more movement next to her too and when she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see his face as it loomed over her and caused her to shriek and then another. If she wasn't embarrassed enough already, she would have kicked herself but she opted to clutch the sheets to her chest and sit up too, "ADAM?! Really?! It was you?! We had SEX!!!!"
She realised that she sounded a bit crazed and immediately fell silent and took deep breathes. She looked around the spacious room and she shifted to get comfortable. As she looked up her breath hitched. There was a mirrordirectly above them and she couldn't help the quirk of an eyebrow or what came out of her mouth, "Kinky."
Ry scooted down to the foot of the bed and sat on the edge as she tried to locate her missing clothes, one quite important item rendered useless in a pile of silk and lace. Her bra seemed to have been giving other ocupants of the hotel a show as it was stuck half under the door. And as for the rest of her clothes? No where in sight.
"So..." 'Awkward!...First thing I'm gonna do is locate a ...Aha!' A fluffy robe hungover the back of the chair infront of the vanity and Ryanne made a beeline for it, taking all of the sheets with her. She somehow managed to get the robe on without flashing anything and as soon as the robe had been tied up, she let the sheets fall.
Ryanne picked them up and turned to her bed mate, not bothered that he was naked, though her eyes were intently focussed on his to stop them wondering.
"So now what, lover boy. Fancy filling me on the details? Starting with 'What the hell were we thinking?!'?" The stern and serious affect she was going for, completely ruined by his boxers falling off the ceiling fan and onto her shoulder.
Last Edit: Dec 27, 2010 17:16:43 GMT -8 by Deleted
Adam about swallowed his own tongue and the rest of his head with it, his stomach sank as the short haired lithe beauty that was sleeping next to him was none other then Ryanne Benedict, friend and hunter who by all means wouldn't be the one he'd want to screw up his friendship with by sleeping with them. His eyes continuously darted around the room, half avoiding her stare and the half trying to get a grasp on their location, as the recollection of memories Adam had felt as if they would have not lead him here and with her out of all people. It started to get that supernatural vibe, but maybe that was just a go to excuse, people sleep with people all the time right? Even friends, even by mistake. Though it begs to differ the amount of memory missing from Adam's mind.
Adam once again peered under the sheets when Ryanne exclaimed (or rather in an accusing voice) the activity that they might have partaken in the night before. He nodded his head affirmingly as he looked back up at her with a tilted head, a baffled look, and a hand scratching the bed-headed hair of his.
"Looks like we did. It. I'm just as surprised as you are, as the last thing I remember I think I was on my bike, which to be honest if I woke up in a bed a moment after it would be a hospital bed, not a hotel bed with a friend whom I didn't even know was in the area. So, I'm not sure what we drank but it was some pretty hefty stuff. Can't say I didn't have fun though, as I don't remember. But I'm sure it was fun, it was fun right? What do you remember?" Adam placed his hand on his head, expecting some kind of reverberating pain, but alas nothing struck, his head was completely fine. Whatever he drank, must have ascended true awesome. Though, again it brings up the supernatural part of this memory loss hypothesis. He was curious as to what Ryanne remembers.
Boldly standing up without a care in the world he walked right over to Ryanne, plucked his boxers from her shoulders and slipped them on right there. Needless to say, he quite admired his Pac Man boxers and would have fretted if he had lost them to a night that he couldn't even recall. Clearing his throat and patting her shoulder he walked around the room to retrieve the rest of his clothing, all the while in contemplative though.
"You didn't happen to be working a case in the area, were you?" He spoke as he slipped on his jeans, he started wondering if he were working on a case as well but for the life of him he couldn't even remember. "We just have to figure out how we got here, wherever here is--" Stopping in his tracks he leaned down and saw his jacket which had his shirt stuck inside, bending over to retrieve said clothing a pamphlet fell out, stopping to grab the pamphlet up in his free hand he opened it, reading it out loud.
"Welcome to a luxury resort high in the Bitterroot Mountain Range of the Montana Rockies. A member of the prestigious Relais & Châteaux, Triple Creek Ranch offers rustic elegance in a mountain retreat featuring private log cabins and a comfortable lodge. Here, adult travelers enjoy a romantic setting with incomparable scenery, wildlife, outdoor activities year round and a collection of Western inspired art. Relax in world-class accommodations, dine on the freshest contemporary cuisine and sample the world's finest wines while our caring staff pampers you." Adam set the pamphlet down on the table and peered out the window, heaved a sigh and rubbed his eyes before turning to Ryanne.
"You know, I think the most disturbing part was I think I was in Arizona yesterday." That wasn't to say Adam didn't enjoy the snowy scenery of the mountains, but it was a troubling thought. Drunk or not, Adam wasn't clever enough to set anything like this up and judging by Ryanne's utter surprise when she first awoke he highly doubted she had anything to do with it. So, again the question remains in what they don't seem to remember. Adam felt it necessary not to bring up the fact that he was kind of itchy.
"Looks like we did. It. I'm just as surprised as you are, as the last thing I remember I think I was on my bike, which to be honest if I woke up in a bed a moment after it would be a hospital bed, not a hotel bed with a friend whom I didn't even know was in the area. So, I'm not sure what we drank but it was some pretty hefty stuff. Can't say I didn't have fun though, as I don't remember. But I'm sure it was fun, it was fun right? What do you remember?"
Once the boxers had been removed from her person, she snorted, "Pacman? Nice" Once Adam was covered up, she moved past him and opened the door to retrieve her bra. With her back to Adam she slipped it on and looked at him over her shoulder, "You owe me a new pair of panties by the way. You left mine in a shredded mess."
As he stood there, Ry moved about the room at a sedate pace, and picked up various items of clothing and such, that belonged to her. She'd found her top and shoved it on over her head, "Umm, last thing I remember I was...receiving something from a contact...I think. I might have been..." She scrunched her eyes up in thought but came up with nothing, "No, I don't remember much at all but, like you said, we must of had fun and drank some pretty strong stuff." Even as she said it, she knew her words were hollow. Ry knew alcohol was not even part of the equation but that's all she could think of to explain their dilemma.
Ryanne continued to search the room for her jeans and desperately tried to bring forth any memories from the previous few days and nights to help both herself and Adam but she only drew a fuzzy blankness.
She shot Adam a look as he paused and was about to comment when he started to read what looked to be a pamphlet, "Welcome to a luxury resort high in the Bitterroot Mountain Range of the Montana Rockies. A member of the prestigious Relais & Châteaux, Triple Creek Ranch offers rustic elegance in a mountain retreat featuring private log cabins and a comfortable lodge. Here, adult travelers enjoy a romantic setting with incomparable scenery, wildlife, outdoor activities year round and a collection of Western inspired art. Relax in world-class accommodations, dine on the freshest contemporary cuisine and sample the world's finest wines while our caring staff pampers you."
Ryanne's eyes grew wide and took the pamphlet from him to read for herself. She read it twice more before looking up at Adam, "We're in the bloody Rockies? In a hotel exclusively for adults?" She eyed him suspiciously but quickly came to the conclusion he had nothing to do with it.
The female hunter watched with some concern as he turned to the window. His posture just screamed stress and she had no idea to help him feel better and moved towards him and rested a hand on his elbow.
"You know, I think the most disturbing part was I think I was in Arizona yesterday."
"You think that was disturbing? I believe I was.." She paused to think about it and a few seconds later spoke again, "New York? Yeah, New York because my contact, he offered me a..."
Ryanne was miles away from where she was originally and, apparently, so was Adam. The whole situation screamed foul play as they had both had memory loss, are miles away from where they're supposed to be and apparently had sex. However, the jury is out on the sex issue, there were no other indicators other than lack of clothing.
Ryanne looked up at Adam and coughed, "So yeah, New York and now I'm here. Have you seen my jeans?"
So it seemed like they were both far away from where they initially were night or rather day before with no seemingly idea nor clue as to how they ended up here or why. Arizona and New York were far enough from each other, so where was the connection? Why where they in the Rockies? Judging from the symbols and what not on the pamphlet, it seems like Montana the home of the restaurant chain Montana's That's about as far as Adam's knowledge of Montana was at any rate. Adam wasn't really warm to the idea of this at all, despite the nice location and friendly company something wasn't sitting right and he wasn't about to give up trying to figure it out.
Slipping on his shirt and plopping down on the bed to put on his socks, he chuckled at Ryanne when she mentioned the part about her underwear. He wasn't sure what transpired the night before, but he was rather amused that his past self decided to see fit to shred the poor young woman's undergarments. Perhaps it was in a rage of sexual tension, not that Ryanne and Adam had that but at times it feels like there was enough of it to go around and then some but he didn't feel like it was a constant looming presence. Don't all female-male friends have that at least a little bit at one point or another, especially those who find themselves single without the companionship of another. Regardless, if it did happen Adam would like to have remembered it.
"I'll buy you a new pair of panties, sound fair? Maybe something kinky and lacy, you know, for the next time we black out and have sex." He rolled his eyes, obviously the comment was seething of sarcasm as he doubt this whole blacking out thing would be a reoccurring theme. Though, he wouldn't mind going underwear shopping with Ry, she might be his friend but she wasn't bad looking either. Perhaps the whole reason for Adam's acknowledgement or lack there of when it comes to the fact that the two might have had sex, it didn't particularly bothered him or at least he pretended that it didn't, or lied to himself about it. Like previously stated he held Ryanne in high regard as that friend he didn't want to complicate things with sex. Though, seems like fate intervened with that one.
There were several things that seemed to beg the million dollar question of what exactly happened last night, last thing Ry seems to have remembered was meeting with a contact in New York. What did the contact offer her? He wasn't sure if she knew, or refrained from telling him. Another thing was this whole hotel business, romantic mountain scenery? Were the two that conscious to actually go out and find this place for themselves? It for sure couldn't have been a sub-conscious act, it was too elaborate. Just what was going on here?
"Do you remember what your contact offered you?" Again, the only thing Adam remembered was being in Arizona, driving on the open road. He couldn't remember where he was heading, or why, for some reason that was the memory that stuck. Was he leaving Arizona? Where to? To meet up with Ryanne and spend a weekend in a Rocky Romantic getaway? Seems unlikely. There were too many pieces missing, not enough to put it all together, at least from Adam's stand point.
Turning to the side, he attempted to spot Ryanne's jeans. Moving over towards the bed he started shuffling through the sheets and the blankets catching a wiff of sweat and sweet scents possibly from perfume or deodorant that the two must have been wearing. At least that was familiar, with the catch of smell Adam blinked and suddenly remembered touching flesh in the pale moon light tangled in sheets but he wasn't sure if he was exactly in control of himself. Though, it felt as more as if the memory was taken from him and not forgotten. There was some rather unfortunate trickery afoot, but what would cause one to lose their memory?
Finally finding Ryanne's jeans at the foot of the bed in the mess of sheets and blanket he pulled them back so they weren't inside out anymore and he handed them to her. Not that he regretted it, but in hindsight he quite enjoyed the sight of her legs.
"I think someone, or something has erased or mucked up our memories. We must have been on a case, we must have been together at some point. Do you have anymore ideas?"
Ryanne stood and watched as he got dressed, the initial embarrassment she felt had receded with the worry of what had happened to them.
"I'll buy you a new pair of panties, sound fair? Maybe something kinky and lacy, you know, for the next time we black out and have sex."
Ryanne snorted and plopped herself into one of plushy armchairs, "Yeah, because the kinky lacy underwear will last loads better than that pair." She tucked her legs underneath her and pulled the robe down to cover her legs and made sure she wasn't flashing him.
They seemed to have fallen into a comfortable silence and she picked at the threads of the robe as she stared out the window. She regarded Adam as a friend and she didn't want to ruin anything but she was curious as to how he...performed. So, apart from being worried as to how they lost their memory, she was curious as to whether she enjoyed it or not.
"Do you remember what your contact offered you?"
Startled out of her thoughts from sex, she turned her head to look at Adam and blushed, “Well, when I arrived he offered me what we can’t remember doing…” Ryanne un-tucked her legs and crossed them at the ankle as she ruffled her hand through her hair, “Although, when I left, I’m positive he gave me something but...”She looked around her then and shrugged, “All I have here are my clothes I’m not even sure where my Harley is.” At the thought of her bike, a frown spread across her face. She’d never been anywhere without it before, she’d had it for as long as she remembered, it was a part of her.
When Adam started routing through the sheets for her jeans, she rolled her eyes at the mess he made and went over to help him. She pulled one side over her head and the scents of aftershave, perfume, detergent and sweat all rolled into one, washed over her. She paused, both hands leaning on the bed as flashes of flesh on flesh, her hands squeezing biceps. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. She wasn’t sure if it was real but she had more important things on her mind.
Ry pulled out of the sheets and stood there, with mussed up hair as Adam righted her jeans and handed them back, “Thank you.” She couldn’t quite look him in the eye but she accepted them before sitting on the bed to slide them up her legs. She stood to do up the button and slipped off the robe, “I’m afraid I’ve come to the same conclusion. We either met up at some point or were working the same case or ones that were similar but for the life of me, I can’t remember. I only know that I’m not supposed to be here.”
She moved over to the dresser and bent to look at her reflection. She was greeted with a fairly pale face and wild, messy hair, “I’m not even sure if I have my purse or phone on me. So I can’t help pay for the room, I can’t phone anybody and I can’t buy necessities and I could really do with a cigarette right now.”
It’s not like she smoked often but when she was stressed, confused, frustrated, she turned to the little white stick in order to help her cope. Unfortunately it was one of those times where she was affected by all of those feelings and the craving for a cigarette was ten fold.
“What about you, Adam? Do you have your wallet or phone or something? Do you feel okay apart from memory loss?” Apart from the obvious, Ryanne was felt fine in herself when a thought struck her, “Oh bloody hell!” She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, “Did you notice any condom wrappers or used condoms?” She paced up and down in front of the window starting to get angry, not at Adam but whoever caused this big ball of chaos, “I really don’t need this at the moment.”
Adam quickly patted down himself absent minded to check his jean pockets, he spotted his jacket tossed out on the chair and he'd keep it in mind to check it next while his thoughts raced. It wasn't that he had sex with a close friend, nor the fact that he might have done countless horrendous things last night and he can't even remember how he got here, no, for some reason echoing in the back of his mind was an adolescent whiny voice that said "Smoking is evil!" and although he may not entirely agree with seven-year old Adam Milligan he never thought Ryanne as the smoking type. Giving a sort of under the lip nod of acknowledgement, he moved over to his jacket lifting it from it's contorted position.
As he searched through his jacket he couldn't help but wonder about her contact, initially he felt as if this contact where the last strand of hope they had but in his mind Adam was making him more and more out like a villain. He offered her sex? What an a-hole, Adam would have to keep a weary eye on Ryanne's informants from now on just in case they tried to pull something funny like that again, and what did he even give her?
Scrunching his nose he shook his head, what was he thinking? Keeping an eye on her contacts? He almost felt jealous or threatened? He really did feel as if he were spiraling out of control, and he wasn't keen on nose diving into something on the whimsical notion that they had a night they literally cannot remember. Whimsical? Was it whimsical? Or was it just smutty? Either way, Adam needed to focus.
After feeling around his jackets he felt something hard in his pocket, and no not the "happy" kind of hard either, it was more like the credit card kind of hard. Raising a brow he pulled out a single credit card, one that he had never in fact seen before. It was an American Express Gold Business card under the name of Steve Walsh. Touching it, he got a memory flash of him passing it over a counter, he felt the weight of someone hanging off his arm and possibly whispering something in his ear. Was that Ryanne? Shaking his head, he turned to his female companion and held it up.
"Got something, a credit card possibly what was used to pay for all of this. It's not mine, and I doubt you can get away with using the name Steve Walsh so if we can get to a computer we can possibly trace the credit card history and see where we've been, and hopefully maybe it'll lead us to how this all started. Plus, I can buy you some panties." Grinning at his remark, he stuffed the credit card in his back pocket and slung his jacket over his shoulders. Before he was going to announce the next part of his plan, Ryanne went on about the lack of a rubber cap appearance. He almost found humor in it, wouldn't be humorous if the outcome however was that of what all young people fear the night after unprotected drunken sex. It was the same thing, minus the drunk part. Well, they weren't even sure it was unprotected.
"Aside from the memory loss I feel fine, also we can worry about the lack of condoms later, we should find our way out of here or at least see if we can find any trails beyond the door. As much as I'd love to stay and have sex I can't remember. Besides, I'm sure there is a baby destroying pill out now anyway, we can charge it to Mr. Walsh. Make sure you have everything." He gave a small smile and turned towards the door, he didn't open it he just waited for Ryanne. He had this weird sensation, and no it wasn't a bad one but it was something creeping in the pit of his gut. The indifference he had about having sex with Ryanne. Maybe if it were someone else he'd be having more of a fit about it, but for some reason he didn't particularly mind. He could be worse off, and maybe the fact that it didn't bother him was starting to bother him.
"Got something, a credit card possibly what was used to pay for all of this. It's not mine, and I doubt you can get away with using the name Steve Walsh so if we can get to a computer we can possibly trace the credit card history and see where we've been, and hopefully maybe it'll lead us to how this all started. Plus, I can buy you some panties."
Ryanne rolled her eyes and brushed her hands casually over her arms and thighs to try and smooth out any wrinkles on her appearance, "Yeah, That should be at the top of the list. Make sure we buy something blue and lacy, yeah?"
"Aside from the memory loss I feel fine, also we can worry about the lack of condoms later, we should find our way out of here or at least see if we can find any trails beyond the door. As much as I'd love to stay and have sex I can't remember. Besides, I'm sure there is a baby destroying pill out now anyway, we can charge it to Mr. Walsh. Make sure you have everything."
She didn't know what happened, one minute she was walking towards Ada, all intents and purposes to head towards the door to leave. However, all plans of reaching him or the door were halted at his plan.
Her eyes narrowed and she took in a deep breath to calm herself, "What do you mean, 'we can worry about the lack of condoms later'? Yes there is a pill, which I would be comfortable taking straight away!" She marched over to him, poked him in the chest glared up at him and hissed, "First things first, we go to the local doctor so I can get this pill. I refuse to do anything else unless I've taken it." She'd calmed down a little but flared up at her next train of thought and hit him lightly around the head, "That's how you get diseases, you twerp...You don't have any diseases do you?"
She realised she was being erratic and a bit bitchy, but she was stressed about the whole situation. She hated not knowing about anything and the fact that the past couple of nights had been erased from her memory, made it worse. Ryanne stepped back from him and headed to the door and as soon as her hand connected with the handle, she saw flashes of herself pressed against it, hands roaming. Shaking her head to clear her mind, she finally pulled the door open and gestured, "Shall we go then?"
The hunter waited until Adam was heading through the door to grab his arm but refused to make eye contact, "Look, I'm sorry for snapping but it's kind of stressful and lack of protection, I suppose, just tipped me over the edge. So, I'm sorry." Her tilted up and she looked him in the eyes to give him a small smile, "Come on then, let's go check out and..Oh! Maybe we can ask the receptionist. He or she may know what happened or at least give us a clue!"
Ry bounced out of the room towards the lift and hit the button, she felt a lot happier now that she realised they could have a possible piece to their rather large and confusing puzzle.
With the way Ryanne was going it felt like he was getting the third degree, as if he was the one who took advantage of her mysteriously intoxicated state and memory loss. Though, doesn't help the fact the neither of them knew what exactly transpired. He was just as much of a victim as she was, though he understood her point and her worry. This really felt like an experience he was glad he didn't have in high school, though the nostalgia of it wasn't lost on Adam. Luckily, there was plan B. Both literally and figuratively.
Her erratic behavior was complimented by her aggressive poking, which Adam brushed over with a rub of his own hand as he watched her go off. He waited till she was finished before taking a note, there should be a doctor on site at the hotel as this was more of a resort than anything. They should pick something up before they decide to head into town, last thing he needed to hear was Ryanne's berating shouting the entire drive there. Plus there were other things they needed to worry about, for instance their bikes. He doubted they drove them in this weather so how did they get here? Also, it's going to be frigged they may need more than what they are wearing now. Of course, there was also the memory thing.
When she stormed towards the door, opening it he shook his head and shrugged as he casually began strolling through. His mind continued to race, attempting to back track but like a computer it was if he couldn't find the files to read and it was beginning to get annoying, like an itch you can't scratch. The ultimate worry Adam had was that they were doing something actually important before this all happened, or someone is dead as a result. Obviously neither of them, but someone could have gotten hurt and they had no clue as to who, or why, or how.
Before Adam could be driven crazy by his own fears and thoughts, he felt Ryanne grab his arm. A flash of her hand on his bare arm in a more horizontal position rushed through his mind, he could almost feel the beads of sweat on her forehead pressed against hers and the sound of her voice screaming out as-- Adam blinked passed the thoughts as her actual voice sounded, apologizing for her snapping. Adam smiled a bit and reached out his hand, for some reason he wanted to instinctively caress her cheek, tell her everything was ok. You know? That kind of stuff. However before his hand was even half way there she looked up at him with a smile. Adam drew his hand back and scratched the back of his head, as if that's what he was doing in the first place as he was none the wiser.
"Y-yeah, the receptionist. Defiantly, first lets get you that-- thingy. Should be a doctor on site." Once in the elevator Adam placed his hand over his head, this was a tad bit ridiculous but it was all necessary. Though was it? Was any of this necessary? Why did this all even have to happen. Funny thing was, Adam was expecting to have some sort of flash of Ryanne and he in the elevator, though all that sounded was uncomfortable silence as the elevator music played ignorantly to the situation at hand.
Once down in the large lobby they were greeted by the sight of various restaurants and common stores for specific away from home needs. Among everything was a pharmacy, Adam B-lined straight for it once spotted. He would have to keep in mind the separate private lodgings later, not that Adam was all too keen on staying here they may have to as to collecting Intel as to why they were there in the first place. Private lodgings would both be private, and not in that dreadful room. That, and if anyone did put them there it would be wise to leave it as to not be jumped or attacked unannounced.
Once at the pharmacy counter Adam tapped it to get the attention of the pharmacist. Once their attention was caught, Adam decided to let Ryanne do all the talking. Mostly because he was embarrassed to even begin explaining what they needed, or what she needed.
Once they were in the lift, Ryanne felt unsettled, awkward and slightly embarrassed. She was stealing glances at Adam from the corner of her eyes, trying to gauge how he was handling the situation but his face revealed nothing.
She focussed her gaze on the doors and rocked back and forth on her feet whilst the mindless drone of the stereotypical lift music drifted through the speakers. The music made her feel a bit sleepy and her eyes drooped. In that very moment in time, she forgot about everything; all of her problems were non-existent.
As soon as the bell dinged to indicate they were on ground level, Ryanne perked up and followed Adam out. The lobby seemed quite busy and it didn't surprise her when she was knocked to the side. What did surprise her was the flash she got from the pillar. She remembered being pressed up against it quite forcefully, lips on her neck and hands squeezing her hips and roaming under the hem of her tshirt.
Ryanne would have remembered more but a clatter and cry of surprise broke through to shake her out of the flashback to realise Adam had headed straight for the pharmacy.
She walked briskly to catch up and was thankful he'd manage to catch the attention of the pharmacist and immediately talked to them in whispered tones before she was taken to a consultation room.
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Ryanne stepped out of the room and thanked the pharmacist before she headed over to Adam, grabbed his hand and lead him towards the reception desk,"So are we gonna just question the receptionist or are we going to act? I don't know what's best for this situation. In fact, I'm not sure at all. It's like, since I lost some memories..." She paused, unsure of how to finish or explain how she felt. It was difficult for her to lose something, it made her feel incompetent and that makes her second guess herself.
With her hand still clutching his, she wound them through groups of different couples until they reached the desk where she reached up and pressed the bell to get the attention of whoever was there.
Adam sat in the waiting room, his leg bouncing up and down in anticipation for Ryanne to return. It brought back the memories he never had, he never thought he'd be in a situation like this he almost felt irresponsible in some way but both he and Ryanne knew that this wasn't their fault, at least that's what Adam felt. There was no way they could have lost that much and ended up in a state so far away from their original location, especially end up in a place like this. Someone was messing around with them, and Adam planned on showing who that was a thing or two that is probably sharp and can cause some bodily harm.
The waiting room was just as foreboding as a hospital waiting room even though Ryanne was here just to get a simple pill. Simple pill of insurance, it was somewhat ridiculous. Imagine how far humans have advanced that they could just take a pill to eliminate the chance of a pregnancy. Or take one daily to remove that risk altogether. As he sat in his chair he felt a flash overwhelming him, sitting on a chair up in the motel room while a body moved with familiar gait on top, natural but sensual. It caused Adam to clear his throat and fold one leg over the other in the waiting room just at the mere thought of it. It was then he received another flash, this time nothing to do with Ryanne but of him being thrown into a brick wall in an alley rather forcefully, but then nothing again. It was curious, he wondered what that one meant.
Once Ryanne was finished with her consultation he felt his hand immediately taken as he was lead by her towards the reception desk. This was nice, them holding hands. For some reason Adam relished in it, even went so much as moving his hand in a way to let their fingers intertwine.
She raised a good point. What were they to do? For all they knew they orchestrated a heist in the lobby yesterday, killed someone in a bathroom or screwed like rabbits down here before they went upstairs. Though, no one was giving them dirty glances nor was there police showing up, so it seemed like they at least behaved themselves in public. Of course, that didn't carry over to the bedroom.
Once at the receptionist table, a gleaming smile from the woman on the other side gave Adam an inner sigh of relief. She than proceeded to bend over behind the counter and place on it a large envelope, Adam tilted his head to the side and looked up at the receptionist in question who then began to state.
"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Winchester, in combination with the states wedding registry and the hotel reservations you booked with us here is your discounted honey moon packages, including two free meals for dinner at our restaurant, and an exciting moonlit guide through our on-site newly built mountain observatory. You'll also find coupons for massages, and other fine services we offer here at Triple Creek Ranch."
Adam took the envelope with his free hand and just blinked at it several times, silence and echo wracked his brain like it was nothing. Processing time slowed down as it sank in, his mind slowly booted back up before turning to the receptionist with a certain amount of fear in his eyes.
"We were wonder if you knew-- Wait, what? Mr. and Mrs.? Registry? State? Oh, I mean of course. Discount." He chuckled nervously and held up the envelope with a smile, he didn't even want to look at Ryanne right now in fear of weight displacement of this revelation. He looked down at his hand, and he wondered why it felt as if there was something missing on his finger. The flash of a ring being slipped on scratched on through, curious it was that it wasn't there but they probably removed them when they were getting frisky in the hotel room.
As they waited at the desk, a smile graced her features as she realised, for the first time, that Adam had entwined his fingers with hers. It was an odd feeling but nice all the same and incredibly reassuring, as she knew that she wasn't the only one going through, whatever it was they were going through. Something Demon-like or Witchy, for sure.
With her hand still clutched in his, Ryanne twisted slightly to take in the large elegant foyer. She noticed that there were a lot of couples milling about, holding hands and whispering to each other. They were everywhere and it made her feel as if she was intruding on their private moments so she turned back to the desk and moved closer to Adam.
"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Winchester, in combination with the states wedding registry and the hotel reservations you booked with us here is your discounted honey moon packages, including two free meals for dinner at our restaurant, and an exciting moonlit guide through our on-site newly built mountain observatory. You'll also find coupons for massages, and other fine services we offer here at Triple Creek Ranch."
Mr. and Mrs. Winchester? The huntress was shocked and looked up at Adam before she looked behind her and it suddenly washed over her that the receptionist was referring to her when she said Mrs. Winchester.
Her eyes widened and she had no idea what to do except for go with the flow before everything else went down the Swanee for them.
"We were wonder if you knew-- Wait, what? Mr. and Mrs.? Registry? State? Oh, I mean of course. Discount."
Ryanne nudged Adam in the side and plastered herself against him an winked at the receptionist, "Don't worry about him, he's a bit confused because we had a...late night last night." she looked up at Adam then, seemingly all loving but her eyes were telling him to shut up and go with it. "Discount you say? We'll be sure to use that." She absently rubbed one thumb over his ring finger and her other over her own when she got more flash backs. The first one was of two matching bands being slid on to two fingers before it morphed into the second one where she saw her being turned around forcefully and then nothing.
Her head cleared and she noticed the receptionist staring at her. Ryanne made a point to look at her name tag and addressed her again to cover up, "So...Katie. can you possibly tell us anything you remember of us last night? We're trying to retrace our steps so we can visit them again and thank people but last nights activities kind of distracted us."
Ryanne knew she couldn't have sounded anymore obvious but she doubted the receptionist would care about that.
It was undeniably the weirdest situation Adam has been in thus far since he had left home, as he held Ryanne's hand and her body pushed up against his in that loving embrace sort of way his eyes darted back and forth between her and this receptionist Katie. In a way he found it comforting, he was married to Ryanne. At least that's what it seemed to elude to, if they were indeed married under state law it might be an issue. Hopefully, this could be dissolved into an annulment, though with Adam's stacking track record probably appealing this to a court of law wasn't particularly a good idea especially if it was under their name. How that managed to transpire without either of them going to jail was beyond Adam. Tossing the last name Winchester wasn't an easy thing to do without tracking the eyes of the law, Adam learned that the hard way.
The way that he and Ryanne were close now made his heart sort of shy away to the back of his chest, despite what happened last night they haven't been this close or at least pretended to be. He would be lying if he didn't find her attractive, and didn't have a growing affection towards her during the times they've worked together, under other circumstances he'd be freaking out but the reassurance of her attitude and calm composure let him keep his game face on.
"So...Katie. can you possibly tell us anything you remember of us last night? We're trying to retrace our steps so we can visit them again and thank people but last nights activities kind of distracted us."
"Oh young love." The woman let out a chuckle, she eyed Adam with a smile on her face as if she knew his dirty little secret. It was a mocking smile, like she knew exactly what Ryanne met, he cleared his throat and adverted his eyes as she continued to speak. "Well, you two I do recall left from the reception hall in town, it was held in the structure behind the church before returning here. From there I'm not sure, you'd have to ask the pastor at the church." Good, a lead. Lead that took them out of this hotel, and into the town away from this sex riddled induced brain washing nightmare filled with marriage and discounts on spas.
"Thanks a lot, we'll be sure to visit the church in town. One more thing," Adam patted Ryanne's shoulder and moved away from her a bit before leaning in towards Katie. "Our room, it seems to be directly facing the sunrise I was wondering since it's the Honeymoon and all if we could possibly change our room, anything available would be fine even if we have to downgrade."
Adam slid over the credit card he found in his pocket to the woman and nodded her head, without even checking the name swiped it and did a few rearranging key strokes before Adam got to exchange their current key with a new one. He smiled and walked away from Katie and then back to Ryanne with a new key in his hand, until they were far away enough from the receptionists ear shot.
"I figure if we get a new room, whoever lead us here or whatever happened they won't find us in the same room. So I guess our next move would be the church," He took her hand again and squeezed it. This time, it wasn't an act, it was more of a friendly squeeze needing of reassurance.
"This whole thing is getting out of control, Ms. Winchester"
"Oh young love...Well, you two I do recall left from the reception hall in town, it was held in the structure behind the church before returning here. From there I'm not sure, you'd have to ask the pastor at the church."
She found it hard to not to laugh outright at Adam's discomfort but a smirk did manage to make an appearance. She thoiught that considering he had two older brothers, she thought that he would have been more comfortable with the topic of conversation being sex, whether it was to do with him or not. Ryanne thought she should act up even more but thought it was overkill, opting to just smile whilst she thought about what Katie said.
The structure behind the church? The Pastor? This only added more to the evidence that they had already discovered and it indicated that they were indeed married. This news, although given to her in the past five minutes, shocked her. She was probably, no, most likely married to Adam Winchester. Ryanne was a married woman 'I'm too young to bloody marry! I have a whole life of hunting ahead of me...okay, maybe not a whole life but...'
"Thanks a lot, we'll be sure to visit the church in town. One more thing...Our room, it seems to be directly facing the sunrise I was wondering since it's the Honeymoon and all if we could possibly change our room, anything available would be fine even if we have to downgrade."
Her gaze flicked between Adam and Katie before settling back on Katie, "Not that the room isn't lovely but I would rather be woken up in a way other than the sun." She didn't mean for it to be so full of innuendo but it was out there now and Katie can think what she wanted, it's not as if Ryanne was divulging detailed accounts of her sex life, she just hoped she hadn't embarrassed Adam. She was fairly embarrassed herself, she clearly didn't know when to be quiet a trait she had picked up from her mother.
Whilst she waited for Katie to make the exchange, Ryanne released Adam and turned around, looking around the foyer again, and let her hands fiddle with the hem of her tshirt before she rubbed her hands, palms down, up and down her thighs. It was something she did when she was restless.
Once they had transferred their room and swapped keys, she trailed behind Adam to a fairly secluded spot, a place where they were out of ear shot.
"I figure if we get a new room, whoever lead us here or whatever happened they won't find us in the same room. So I guess our next move would be the church,"
Ryanne looked up at him and nodded, "Yeah, I agree. It would cast some confusion and going to the church could shed some light on what the hell happened to us." Her hands ran through her already, mussed hair and she pulled slightly, aggravated, annoyed and felt incredibly...helpless.
Without a word, she spun on her heel and headed towards the entrance of the hotel, patting down her pockets for the keys to her bike. She was incredibly protective of her bike and there would have been no chance in hell of her giving her keys over to a stranger to park.
Ryanne quickly grabbed hold of the valet and asked him where it was parked and when he responded with the negative of not having a bike in the car park, she went from furious, to confusion to sadness back to helplessness within a matter of seconds. She only relaxed when Adam grabbed hold of her hand and squeezed it.
"This whole thing is getting out of control, Ms. Winchester"
"That it is, husband of mine. But tell me," The lost puppy look was firmly in place and she had no idea it was there, let alone that she could do it, "Where's my bike?...Wait, don't answer. I think we should focus on getting to the church with no mode of transpo--"
Before she could finish, a Rolls Royce pulled up and the valet looked at her and smirked, "Transport for you and your husband, Ma'am. Compliments of the hotel."
Ryanne was too shocked to move for a moment but was brought back out of it when the chaueffer came out to open the door for them. She was about to get in when she caught the snide 'MRS. Winchester' from the young man. Not even bothered about replying to him, she waited until Adam was in and the door shut before she flipped the Valet off.
"Can you take us to the church, mate? It would be much appreciated."
Adam can't recall the last time he had stepped in a church, if he had at all though if he did it was probably when he was younger. It was either a church or a funeral home, either way it made him immensely uncomfortable. Like he was being watched, not by God though however. It was everyone else's eyes he was worried about. He isn't much up on believing in God, and he was fearful that perhaps everyone around him knew. Staring down the young child until he submitted into the belief that there was a God, satisfying the needs of old bitties, and highly religious couples alike. A place of life, and a place of death. It was fitting that Adam couldn't tell the two apart in his mind, but he wasn't much up on the details.
However, if the receptionist Katie was right the last time he was in a church was last night. If that wasn't enough, he was getting married in it to someone he considers to be his best friend. The awkwardness that followed was a night of hot sex that is becoming more vivid with each passing memory. However, the flood of these memories returning don't come without their headache. It's as if the memories were behind walls, and breaking them down to cause a lot of headache.
Ryanne has been handling herself pretty well considering, or at least that's what Adam perceived. She could be screaming on the inside, oddly enough the marriage part was the least of Adam's own concerns. Getting out of the marriage even trickier, but it's just a title. They could simply get on with their lives, even if the marriage is still upheld on paper.
As the Royce drove them into town, they passed a lot of buildings. None of them brought back any memories, perhaps one of a flashing sidewalk but that could simply be in Adam's mind's eye. Not the first time he's seen a sidewalk. However, it was the first time-- or so he thought-- laying eyes on the church that was fast approaching. This he remembers all too well.
Guests they didn't know, the applause that sounded when Adam sealed the deal with a kiss upon her lips. The lips he could still feel now, he absent minded like touched his lips when the Royce pulled over into the church parking lot. He looked over towards Ryanne and smiled, he remembered seeing her stroll down the aisle in a dress too beautiful for words. They were dressed up? Or was that just what Adam wanted to see, his memories were getting mixed with desires and other brain functions that distinguishing what was real and what was not was becoming harder the more he started becoming aware.
When the Royce pulled over, Adam leaned over to Ryanne and placed a chaste kiss on her lips cupping her cheek with his hand. He wasn't forceful about it. In fact if she wanted to pull away she could. After doing so, he blinked several times pressing his forehead against hers, without paying much attention to the driver he walked out of the back seat and onto the parking lot gravel. If he was going to play the part of a married man, might as well get into the role. But it wasn't without desire that he wanted to kiss Ryanne, memories did not return when he kissed her. He only hoped that they could find their answers here.
"Call it, part of the cover." He responded in case of a quizzical reaction. He held out his hand for her to take, as he waved off to the driver and they approached the church, entering through the front doors to reveal an empty hall decorated in stain glass panels. One single lone man stood behind a steeple. Nodding his head to Ryanne, he jerked his thumb over to the priest.
"Here goes nothing, you're up sparky." He felt like giving her a pat on the butt for good luck. But that probably won't translate well to the priest given the circumstances. He did though offer her a hand squeeze, that seemed to be a re-occuring theme here.