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.

So of course this morning she'd woken up with no recollection of that. Or anything else, beyond what she'd actually been able to see around her, which had been a hotel room and a bag with far too few personal belongings. The things in the wallet offered some insight, but all of it was baffling, and distressingly unfamiliar.

She'd obviously needed to clear her head, so she'd headed out. And once she'd bought coffee at this place called 'the Perkolator', she took a seat at table by the window and began to go through the contents of the wallet – her wallet? – in earnest.

It was very confusing and she didn't like it one bit.

[ooc: Open for Nat-bothering as well as for any other Perk needs you might have!]

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[necroslacker]

"Yeah, but doesn't that typically involve some kind of traumatic injury?" he asked, frowning. "Like a car accident?"

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie raised an eyebrow at him. "Apart from the lack of visible injuries, can you say for sure you haven't been in a car accident?"

[necroslacker]

"I...guess not," Sam said slowly, "but I didn't see any scars or anything that would indicate something nasty happened to me."

The tattoos were a little weird to discover but not indicative of a car accident.

"Wouldn't someone else know me and be looking out for me if I was in an accident?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Maybe you don't have any friends."

Maybe that was a little mean. But it was also a possibility! Seriously, they were two amnesiacs and that was distressing.

[necroslacker]

"Seriously?" He frowned at her for that one. "I'm sure I have friends. Maybe you're not one of them, though."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie shrugged her shoulders with a dry look.

"It's not like we can know that, either way."

[necroslacker]

"Still kind of a crappy assumption to make, isn't it?" Sam told her witheringly. "Way to try and ease my mind."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie rolled her eyes.

"Did you forget I'm in the exact same situation?"

So maybe she didn't have any friends either.

[necroslacker]

"And I didn't automatically jump to you not having friends, did I?" Sam pointed out, rubbing his eyes. "Maybe they're just at work or something. See, much explanation."

[whenshewasnice]

"Whatever," Natalie said, and looked down at the assorted contents of her wallet she'd dumped on the table next to her coffee cup.

Sorry if there was anxiety wafting off of her. It was kind of hard to contain.

[necroslacker]

Yeah, he could feel that and it made him twitch since he hadn't expected to feel it.

"Don't be so anxious," he said, shaking his head. "There's an explanation. There always is."

Right?

[whenshewasnice]

Annnd now he was getting her frowning up at him again.

She thought she'd been pretty good about hiding her anxiety! But she'd only taken eyes into account. And not anyone reading her feelings.

[necroslacker]

"What?" Sam asked, frowning right back at her. "You're anxious, aren't you?"

[whenshewasnice]

"... Yes." Well, she was, and seeing as it was one of the few things she actually knew about herself right now, she was even inclined to admit it. "But how do you know that?"

[necroslacker]

"I can feel it." Couldn't everyone? "It's coming off you like perfume."

[whenshewasnice]

"You can feel it?"

Maybe that answered the question of whether everyone could.

"You can feel what I'm feeling?"

[necroslacker]

"I...guess," he said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with it since he was getting the idea that she could not feel what he was feeling. "You can't feel what I'm feeling?"

[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."