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She is cold.
...And her shoulder aches.
These things come into her awareness as she wakes up. Blinking her eyes open, she realizes that it’s no wonder she feels cold and sore when she has just woken up from a nap on the floor of an elevator.
Sleeping on the floor of an elevator strikes her as an odd thing to do. Why is she here?
She yawns, stretching her arms over her head. They’re covered in a lovely fabric, she notices. It’s a beautiful red with striking black spots; the material itself looks strong, too, scaled with subtly shimmering lines of elastic reinforcement. It stretches with her as she moves, comfortable on her skin, breathable and smooth, almost soft-feeling. And it fits perfectly, though, of course it fits her. It’s her clothing. Or, it must be her clothing, since she is wearing it.
“What happened...?”
She jumps, twisting around. There’s someone else in the elevator with her?
They have brilliant green eyes and golden blond hair, and cute little ears poking out of the top of their head. That seems unusual and somewhat silly, and she has to stifle a giggle. They’re also dressed in a pure black full-body suit, with some very nice, sturdy-looking boots and a stylish domino mask. She looks down at herself again - she is also dressed in a full-body suit. It’s like they were made to match. There is a strange lurching feeling in her chest.
“Who are you?” The stranger asks. They’re looking at her much like she imagines she must be looking at them, appraising.
“I-“ She stops. Who is she? “I... don’t know? My name is...”
It’s so close. She can almost feel the sounds of it, but it escapes her. “I don’t remember.”
The stranger smiles and tilts their head to one side. “Me neither, but I thought I had just forgotten when I saw you. Er- I mean-“ their eyes go wide. “I don’t know why I said that! Think nothing of it, M- Madam.”
Being called Madam feels like trying to remember her own name. Almost right, just on the tip of her tongue, familiar but somehow wrong. So close.
“It’s alright,” she begins. She was planning on saying more, but then she catches sight of the look on her companion’s face.
She turns around, and behind her where the elevator door should be, there’s just a bright white glowing portal.
Out of it steps someone that she does not recognize. But they’re wearing the same kind of full-body suit and domino mask that she and whoever that guy is are, so maybe she should recognize them? Then again, if she doesn’t know who either of these people are, she’s not sure who she would recognize.
“Hey, Marinette. Adrien.” Says the newcomer, grinning at each of them in turn. They hold out a hand. “My name is Alix.”
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Marinette sighs happily, stretching her arms out over her head. The warm sea breeze brushes over her skin and she pushes up the large, pink, polka-dotted sunglasses that she’s wearing, blinking against the light. She does have to admit - this is nice.
She even says as much. “This is nice.”
“Totally,” says Alix from her right.
“It’s incredible,” says Adrien on her left. He’s laying there on a beach chair like hers, also in swim wear and sunglasses with a sweet cold drink in hand, and he is looking her way.
Marinette blushes and turns away quickly. Then she giggles, glancing back at him. He grins and waves, and it makes her melt a little inside. She flicks her sunglasses down and lays on her chair, sipping her drink, and relaxes. Alix says they have all the time in the world.