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05. video, backdated to late friday night

[ The video being shot is alarmingly shaky. We're talking nigh-Cloverfield levels here. But it's still possible to make out what's going on, and it appears to be... some sort of ceremony? Yeah, definitely a ceremony. One that involves a certain lovestruck pair of extremely recognizable teenagers. Tavia Serket is wearing a wedding dress (over her t-shirt and jeans, natch) and she's hanging off Alan Hunter. Well, they're both kind of hanging off each other. It's a miracle they're managing to stay upright, really. ]

You may now kiss the bride.

[ The priest overseeing this awful ceremony looks rather... vacant as he blesses the newly wedded couple, who proceed to engage in some seriously sloppy makeouts.

Fortunately, the network isn't subjected to this for long -- offscreen, the person filming this event starts clapping and cheering, shaking the view even more, and as the new bride drunkenly tosses her bouquet everything is thrown for a loop. There's a loud CRASH as the guy filming trips over a gaudy pew in his attempt to make the catch and he's visible for a second before the phone hits the ground.

Yes, that was Walter Price. No, this couldn't get any more horrible. ]

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[ Hurrrrrghgrhrhghh.

Octavia's head hurts. All eight of her eyes hurt. All everything of her everythings hurt. There is nothing in her life except for the grim reminder of a night spent drinking too many pina coladas and gorging on candy.

That and the giant pile of stuff she apparently fell asleep on when she got back to their hotel room. Further bleary-eyed inspection reveals it as a pile of... Elvis outfits?

Jesus dick. Never again. ]

Alan? Wally?

[ She gets to her feet, stumbles slightly and then plops back down onto her butt with a little thud. STANDING ALSO HURTS. Maybe she can. Just sit down for a while and wish the morning away. ]

Guys?

Uuuuurngh.

[Alan is... hanging from the ceiling. In some kind of makeshift hammock of 3DMG and yet another Elvis outfit.

He's not actually hurting that much because cheaty titan metabolism. He just feels like he has not drunk a single drop of water in his entire life and also he wants to throw up and/or sleep forever. Also he can't remember a thing that happened last night.

Wait. Shit. Memory loss. Oh fuck did he turn into a titan Levi is going to kill him.

Somehow he manages to struggle himself free out of the hammock and drops on the floor with a loud thud followed by a loud "Fuck!"

After rubbing at his head for a moment he looks around groggily.]

What the fuck happened?

[ Walter isn't out there with the other two and is the last one to wake up. He's curled up in the bathtub, hugging a pillow and resting his head on a balled-up blanket, because that apparently made sense at some point last night.

He's pretty distressed when he get up, especially since he has no idea where his glasses are, and without them the entire world is a colorful blur. He fumbles for something to help him stand up and manages to turn the shower on, dousing himself in some ice-cold water.

After a high-pitched scream at the shock he manages to scramble to his feet and shut it off. He climbs out of the tub, clinging to the counter as he dizzily surveys the scenery he can make out. Which is basically nothing at all. ]

Am... am I in the right room?

[ Octavia yells vaguely in the direction of the little en suite bathroom. ]

NO. FOLLOW THE SOUND OF CONFUSION AND BULLSHIT.

[ Annnnd back to Alan. Falling from the ceiling. As you do. ]

I remember... gummy worms. And like. Seven Elvises. Maybe more.

[Alan jumps a little at the scream but relaxes since Walter doesn't sound like he's dying. Actually getting up from the floor to check up on him sounds like way too much effort.]

I didn't, like... break stuff? Right? That's not a thing that happened?

[ At least he's in the right hotel room. ]

You don't need to yell, I get it -- !

[ Oops. Yelling at someone for yelling; probably not the best idea. The sounds are jackhammering at his brain.

He feels his way out of the bathroom and knocks into a table on his way out, sending some empty bottles to the floor. Walter feels around for the missing glasses, but they're not there either. ]

Did we... [ The horror is creeping into his voice as he looks at the bottles scattered around. They really went to town on that mini fridge. ] Did we really drink all of this??

Can't remember breaking stuff. But I do remember drinking pina coladas. And singing the pina colada song.

[ She raises a hand to scratch the back of her neck, deep in thought, then jerks her hand back with a yelp. ]

OH MY GOD WHAT THE SHIT!

Yeah, I... think we drank a lot. And there was candy too.

[Okay starting to calm down a little since it seems titans were not involved- OH GOD WHAT NOW]

WHAT! WHAT'S WRONG!

Candy, yes, and before that, there was...

[ And then Tavia starts flipping out! Which is not helping the headache situation at all. But as he jolts at the noise, he can feel a sticking at the back of his own neck. Like... there's tape there, or something.

Walter slaps a hand over it and yes, that is definitely tape. The memories don't come rushing back, but they're there; spotty and blurry. Most striking is the memory of the whirrrrrr of some kind of --

Oh. Oh goodness no. Free hand going over his mouth as he shakes his head. ]

It's--

[ Oh god. Walter's reaction says it all. ]

You too...?

[ Very carefully, she tosses her hair over one shoulder and peels the tape from the nape of her neck. There's still a little blood on it, but why would th--

Oh. ]

Oh, fuck. Alan, will y-- just. Check my neck.

[ IT'S NOT DICKBUTT RIGHT PLEASE TELL HER SHE DIDN'T GET A DICKBUTT TATTOO ]

[Alan's feeling faint as he crawls over to Octavia. And when he looks at her neck...]

It's. It's a tattoo.

[YES ALAN THAT IS VERY INFORMATIVE]

[ Walter staggers over as well, offering a second set of eyes. He has to get extremely close to make out the design, though, and even that requires a lot of squinting. ]

It's... wings, Tavia. You have wings on your neck.

[ Touching the tape on his own neck again. He's afraid to know what's there, but he can't avoid it forever.

RIP ]

Can... c-can someone tell me what I have...?

Wings? I already have wings! Why would I get another pair fucking scrawled on me? Ugh. Ughhhhhhhh.

[ She scrambles behind Walter to see, lifting the ends of his hair out of the way to get a better look.

Oh. ]

It's. A sun. My sun! From my jammies? Hahaha oh my god Alan come check out Wally's tattoo.

It's not just wings, it's-

[Holy shit that sure is the jammies sun on Walter's neck. That gives him a thought, though.]

Do I have one too?

[Touching his neck gingerly because the thought of being sticked with needles there is just all kinds of nope.]

A sun?

[ Glowering at Octavia when she laughs. ]

It is not funny at all, this is permanent body modification! I never wanted this!

[ Too busy freaking out to look at what may or may not be on Alan's neck. He massages his temples, trying to rub away the headache, which is approximately 100% unsuccessful. ]

It's cute, Wally! Quit fussing.

[ She checks Alan's neck, pulling the back of his shirt away from his skin a little to see if his is just lower down.

Nope. Nothing. ]

I. Guess you didn't get one? No fair!

...Huh. I remember really wanting one, though...

[A vague inkling of a memory makes him pull his shirt off. Hello there fancy design all over his chest.]

Shit.

[ Walter doesn't need to be close to recognize that design.

Holy crap, Alan. Ho. Ly. Crap. ]

That's my... the design on my poncho.

On your chest. And massive. Oh my gosh, Alan...

[ Having trouble stringing words together. Small tattoos, horrifying. This monstrosity = beyond comprehension. ]

[WELL THAT

THERE WAS

THATS CERTAINLY

...What does she even say?]

congrats I guess?

Oh my god.

[ Gingerly touching the tattoo. Is it real? OH GOD IT'S REAL. ]

That is ridiculously hot. And the network has to see it.

[ Pulling out her phone doop doop don't mind her~ ]

What? No!

[Grabbing for his shirt omg]

I'm not going to do another shirtless post!

Octavia!

[ And Walter is taking the phone away. Which. Takes a couple attempts, because the first time he ends up snatching the air a few inches away from the phone. ]

Can we please focus? We need to try to remember everything. Although I can't... see it getting any worse than this, I. I don't know how I'm explaining this awful thing to my parents.

Are you saying there's more to remember than tattoos? Because I don't think we can have done much w--

[ She flexes the fingers on her dominant hand - the left - sulkily in reaction to the phone being snatched from it.

And. And hey, that's the remains of a ring pop on her ring finger.

Excuse her while she stares down at her own hand. Silently. Oh god. ]

[Alan fails completely to see the ring pop. Because he is a winner.]

What? Did you remember something? I'm drawing a total blank here.

[ He sees the ring pop and scrunches his brows in concentration. ]

...you... gave her that. You asked her to give you her... hand?

[ He's not even sure that's right, and everything after that is absolutely black. ]

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