MHA #3; Saturday Morning [03/30].

[died8yearsago]

There were a lot of very confusing (though not entirely bad, which was possibly the most confusing part about all of it) things going on that morning for Sonia when she woke up, to the point where she had to pinch herself a little to make sure it wasn't all just some bizarre dream. She didn't even need to open her eyes to know that she was definitely not in her small village in Colombia, because this bed was much too nice and big. And then there was the room to confirm it once she did open her eyes; no one had a room like this back home, this was the sort of room that belonged in the nice houses that sisters who stole your life from you had in California. Then there was the dog, sleeping in its own bed, inside, and looking far too well fed. And then there was another person in the bed with her that she could already tell was not Antonio Marquez's father with the wooden leg that he lost in the flood.

This place probably even had indoor plumbing that didn't burst or break every three days or so.

She...probably shouldn't question it too much. But, at the same time, Sonia was almost a little too afraid to move or do or say anything or start questioning the mysterious man beside her about her current situation, because that would be just when the other wooden leg would drop...

[[and mostly for that other person, but also open if anyone's wanting to swing around ]]

[[/au spam. for noooow.]]

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[what_the_shock]

Miguel murmured in his sleep, rolled over, and wrapped an arm around his partn- breasts. Those were breasts. Nice ones, but. “Um.”

Did he want to open his eyes?

[died8yearsago]

...and so now Mystery Man in the Mystery Bed in the Mystery Bedroom had an arm around her and her (not quite as mysterious to her) breasts.

Sonia was already having a difficult time registering all of this, so, overall, it could be a lot worse, and, not exactly sure how to respond, offered up her very own, very helpful, "Ummmm," back.

Followed by a tentative, heavily accented, very uncertain, "...good morning?"

[what_the_shock]

“Good-“ um. “Good morning!” Miguel answered cheerfully. “Not to seem rude, but you don’t seem to be Tulio.” He chanced opening one eye, then opened the other and stared. “And this is a really nice room.” Where on earth was he?

[died8yearsago]

"No," she said, glancing over dully. "My name is Sonia. And it is a nice room. There's even a dog. Inside."

One that looked like it ate better than she did, too. She shook her head, frowning. "So you don't recognize it, either?"

[what_the_shock]

"Not a bit of it," Miguel confirmed. "We'll just have to figure it out. Sounds like an adventure to me!" And there was a dog? He was looking around for it, then bouncing over to scritch it, ignoring his nudity.

"Hello. Who's a good dog? Are you a good dog?"

[died8yearsago]

Arlo 2, for her part, was just waking up with the sound of voices and was...cautiously optimistic at the opportunity for new friends, even though it was a little confusing, that Rosa didn't smell anything like Rosa even though she sort of looked the same, and That New Guy was....completely Some Other New Guy, apparently.

But Some Other New Guy was clearly her type of guy with a greeting like that. She stood up from her bed and let out a bright, agreeing bark, because, yeah, she totally was a good dog, and hurried over to meet him for those scritches that were clearly implied in those questions.

Meanwhile, Sonia was caught between not knowing whether she shouldn't look or whether it really couldn't be helped that she did. On the one hand, she didn't even know this man's name. On the other hand, she had to sort of appreciate that this was a definite step up from Antonio Marquez's father with the wooden leg that he lost in the flood. This whole thing, confusing as it was, seemed like a pretty big step up, really. Nice bed, nice room, nice man, nice dog...

...which meant that Gloria was likely to step in at any moment and just ruin it all for Sonia, probably. So she was caught between feeling like she shouldn't look, not helping that she did, and occasionally glaring at the door expectantly.

"What is your name?" she tentatively asked, figuring she might as well get that much in while she could.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel laughed. "Oh, I am so glad you asked that. Because I was going to, but I thought maybe awkward, so now we can both be awkward together! Hi, I'm Miguel. What's yours?"

[died8yearsago]

Sonia just sort of stared at Miguel for a moment, blinking slowly, because she was pretty sure that this whole thing was about as awkward as it could get and, yes, Sonia, that was the joke, but Sonia and jokes...they...didn't really get on too well.

"Sonia," she offered, finally, and, wrapping herself in sheets, scooted toward the edge of the bed to get a better look around the room in an attempt to try to piece together what might have happened to have lead them both here. Some clothes strewn about, but none of them familiar to her. She reached over to pick up a leather jacket for closer inspection.

"Do you remember...anything...about how we got here?"

Because she sure didn't. But she was definitely starting to feel like she was not going to complain.

[what_the_shock]

"Not a thing!" Miguel said, grinning. "Went to sleep in Spain, woke up here. This is a really interesting place, though. I can't wait to see what's outside! Maybe after clothing," he conceded, looking for something he could put on.

[died8yearsago]

"And last I knew," Sonia noted, "I went to sleep in Colombia...and woke up here."

There was a faint pause.

"This place is much nicer than Colombia."

Not a hard to reach goal, that one.

She slid off the bed, though, still wrapped in the sheet (she'd just wear the sheet, if she could; these were really nice sheets), to help him in his search. "I wonder whose place this is," she said. "It reminds me of my sister Gloria's house," and she hesitated to mention that, lest the devil herself appear, "but her dog is not that cute."

[what_the_shock]

"It is a really cute dog," Miguel agreed. "Where's Colombia?"

He found a pair of heavy blue pants, held them up to himself, shrugged, and put them on. They were a little weird, but they'd work. (They were Rosa's.) Then there was a tunic (Miguel's) that was a rather dull color, but big enough.

"Your sister must be really rich."

[died8yearsago]

"...it's in South America," Sonia offered, after a moment. She was going to relate its location to where they currently were, but,of course, she didn't know where they currently were.

She moved over to one of the closets and gave the door a tug, but it seemed locked, which was interesting. Who locked a closet? The really valuable stuff must be in there....

"And my sister isn't rich," she added petulantly. "Her husband is."

The husband that had been interested in Sonia first. The husband that sent Sonia that slice of pie, that Sonia would have gotten if she hadn't left for the bathroom....

Not that she was bitter about it or anything.

Stupid life-stealing devil sister!

"...those pants look too tight for you," she noted idly, after glancing over to see how he looked not naked.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel gasped in wonder. "The New World? What's it like? Is it wonderful? Is it awful?"

He looked over his shoulder at the fit of the pants, turning a bit. "Do they? They are tighter than I'm used to, but I think they're just stiff."
He squatted down and bounced up a few times.

[died8yearsago]

Sonia watched a little as Miguel tried out the pants, and, hey, since they didn't rip or anything, maybe she was wrong. She shrugged a little, then shook her head.

It had to have at least been hundreds of years since anyone called South America the New World, but she was picking up on the fact that Miguel was a little bit strange the more they talked.

"It's terrible," she said. "I would do anything to get out. But I am stuck there, having to take care of my mother."

A job that should have been Gloria's, if Gloria hadn't gone and opened Sonia's mail and took her opportunity to move to the United States!

...not that she was bitter or anything!

[what_the_shock]

"That sounds terrible," Miguel agreed. "You should get out and have some fun while you can!" He went searching for other clothes and found another tunic (t-shirt) and brought it over to her. "This isn't much, but I'm sure there's something around here. Or we can pin up those sheets; they're really fine."

[died8yearsago]

"These sheets are nicer than most of my clothing back home," Sonia pointed out, taking a moment to run her fingers over their softeness before taking the t-shirt, which was a little more convenient at the moment. "IF we find a sewing kit, I could easily make them into something, but it would seem like such a waste of nice sheets."

She liked them, and would like sleeping on them again if she was going to stay here.

And she really wanted to stay here.

[what_the_shock]

"Just tie them up," Miguel suggested. "Wear the tunic, tie them into skirts, and you can untie them later. Here." He started tugging and tying the sheets with the ease of animation, turning them into skirts.

Aaaand probably pulling them down in the process, not that he was paying attention to that at the moment.

[died8yearsago]

To be fair, Sonia wasn't even paying that much attention to that, either, finding herself a little fascinated by just how he managed to pull that off.

Then realized a moment later that it was a good thing she had that t-shirt on hand. True, they were a little past modesty at this point, but that didn't mean they should stay there, and she hastily pulled it on over her head.

"So," she asked, opening her arms a little and looking down, "how does it look?"

...probably like it was high time she went to check the other closet.

[what_the_shock]

"Wonderful!" Miguel proclaimed. "Well," he admitted, "you won't be getting into noble parties with it, but it's certainly very fine."

It was a surprisingly decent skirt. Albeit a bit fifteenth-century.

[died8yearsago]

Unfortunately, not getting into any noble parties seemed like it would be a pretty big detriment to finding a rich husband.

"...I think maybe I should check the other closet," she decided.

Though he'd very clearly done an excellent job, of course.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel shrugged. "Why not?" He bowed her toward it.