fandomhighdorms | 2nd Floor Common Room; Saturday Morning

It was really kind of terrifying to wake up in a place you didn't remember with a roommate you didn't recall and a big blank space where memories tended to be. But, that's what'd happened to Travis this morning. He'd woken up completely devoid of any sort of information about who he was or where he was.

He'd hastily climbed out of his bed and gotten out of the room to try and see if anything outside could jog his memory. The walls of the hallway did nothing. The floor, nothing. Travis made it as far as the common room before stopping.

Something was seriously weird here. He wandered into the larger room and took a seat, switching on the television since that, he figured, would be able to tell him where he was and maybe what date it was. The wallet in his pocket provided his name but he didn't really remember anything else that would make Travis...Travis.

He sighed and reached up to scratch his throat when his fingers bumped over the scar. He kept tracing the scar, eyes going wide at how long and thick it was.

"What the hell happened to me?" he mumbled, breathing a little quicker. "What the hell is this?"

The cartoons on the television weren't telling him a damn thing either. Where the hell was he?

[Open and totally a blank slate!]

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Tobias (because that's what it said in his wallet) wandered into the common room looking a little dazed. "Is there food?"

If there wasn't, could he cook? No idea.

Travis was still frowning at the scar around his neck when Tobias stepped into the common room. He didn't answer at first before he looked up.

Nope, he didn't recognize this guy either.

"Uh." He didn't know. "I think there's a kitchen back there, right?"

Travis turned around and yeah, there was a kitchen. Hey, something he remembered from about ten seconds ago. "Maybe there's something in there? I didn't check yet."

Four opened the fridge and stared. "Do I like any of this stuff?" he asked himself.

He turned to the other guy. "Weird question. Do you remember...um, anything?"

"I remember...waking up." That was really sad to admit. He pushed himself to his feet and looked around like maybe something would jump start his memory.

Nothing did.

"I got nothing," he admitted, shoulders sagging. "You remember anything?"

It'd be nice if someone did, wouldn't it?

Tobias shook his head. "The only things I know are what I put together from the stuff in my room."

"I barely managed that," Travis said, frowning. "What'd you manage to figure out? I've got my name and that's...that's it."

"Check these out," Tobias said, pulling his shirt over his head and revealing his full back tattoo. "I have no idea what any of it says, but I must be a badass to get these, right?"

Travis's eyes widened because yeah, those were cool. He took a few steps closer to get a better look at the tattoos.

"Wow, man," Travis said, appropriately awed. His eyes traced the lines and detail, impressed. "Those are seriously cool looking. All I've got it this scar."

Granted, it was a gnarly scar but the tattoos were about eighty times better.

"Yikes," Tobias said. "It looks like someone tried to take your head off."

"Guess they failed."

If only he knew.

"It's not as cool as a tattoo, though," he said, running a thumb over the scar. "It doesn't mean anything but that someone hated me enough to try and separate my head from my body. Must have really pissed someone off."

He paused. "I think I'd rather have the tattoo."

"Wonder if there's a place here that does them," Tobias said, pulling half a chocolate cake from the fridge.

Mmm. Health food.

"This looks good."

"Thought every town had a tattoo parlor of some kind," Travis said, eyes widening again at that find. He'd missed out by not looking in there. "You wanna get another one?"

"Seems like I like 'em," Tobias said. "You should get one too."

BEST IDEA.

It seemed like a terrible idea.

"Maybe it'd make this scar a little more useful," Travis said, ignoring the whole terrible idea concept. "Like I didn't get it by being a total wimp and letting someone just try and take my head off. They tried but they failed and I'm the last one standing kind of deal."

Because a tattoo would say all that to people.

"Turn it into some kind of vine thing?" Tobias said. "Could be cool. I'm Tobias, by the way. Saw it in my wallet."

"Travis and same." Wallets were going to be very helpful this weekend. "And yeah, turn it into something. Maybe I've always wanted a tattoo. Could be the weekend to get one."

Nothing even close to what Tobias had but he figured he could get something cool and make himself look a little more badass than he felt and was.

"We can go exploring if you think we could figure out how to get back again. Get you some ink."

"Only if you get some." Because while he thought it wasn't a terrible idea (it was), he didn't want to do it alone. "Probably be better to stick together when we haven't got a clue who we are either. Less opportunity for someone to take advantage of us."

"Good point," Tobias agreed, nodding. "Cake first, then tattoos."

Solid plan, boys. Certainly nothing you'll regret.

"Cake first." Breakfast was the most important meal of the day. "And then yeah, tattoos."

Sound plan! Very, very sound plan that no one would regret on Monday.

2nd Floor Common Room; Saturday Morning

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