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Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore

[stefanged]

[The smell of fresh, clean-smelling air greets you as you step into an attic bedroom, with freshly-done wooden floors, pale yellow walls that reflect natural sunlight, and an open balcony that almost beckons for visitors to come and look out. It would seem like a normal space, except for one main difference: only the basic furniture's laid out. A fully-made bed against the wall, with a strong black headboard; a desk with some scattered items; a trunk at the foot of the bed; a plush leather chair; and even a tall, empty black bookshelf are the only pieces of note in this spacious room, each laid out in a pleasing fashion.

Looks like you've arrived on move-in day! Cardboard boxes of several sizes (small, medium, AND large) are scattered across the room, each neatly labeled with the owner's contents and begging to be unpacked. Strangely enough, no two box has the same label, and as you get closer to a stack, they seem heavier than usual. Unpacking these boxes may take more time than expected.

As these boxes take up the bulk of the room, it may be harder than usual to notice Stefan, but he's by the bookshelf with a box labeled "??????, ????". Every few seconds, he picks out an item from the box - a stake, a popular nonfiction novel or even a stuffed cat - and tries to add it to the shelf. Instead of resting on the edge, however, each object disappears in a flash of light, returning its essence back to the box as quickly as it was taken out.

Although Stefan grumbles with each item he picks up, he has yet to notice how full his box remains. (Nor does he look any different from how he might appear on the Fleet, save for slightly different attire - a rolled up dress shirt and black slacks.) So what's your first move?

A) Opening a box to see what's inside
B) Exploring the room (+ the contents already unpacked)
C) Bothering Stefan
D) Looking out the balcony
E) Something else altogether!]

C

[delincuente]

[Alex breathes in fresh air, and opens her eyes to the unfamiliar, albeit inviting, space. The bed looks soft, the chair inviting, and despite the multitude of boxes the room reminds her somehow of the Lair. It's nice. It's familiar. And speaking of things that are familiar... ]

Hey, is this your room?

[There was no way she wasn't going to notice Stefan straight away. She'd pick him out instantly even in a Where's Waldo? book, and especially when he's dressed up like that. Was there some special occasion she didn't know about?

Smiling, she goes over to the leather chair and plops herself right down to watch him unpack. She toes at the nearest box, trying to figure out what's in it.]

[stefanged]

[He glances back at Alex, right as he pulls out a wall clock. It takes him a second to let the features of the room sink in, before he finally nods.]

Kind of. [Not an answer he would like, but one that'll suffice for now. He shakes his head, before he adds--] Sorry, I need to get the boxes out by tonight.

Think you could help out a little?

[The box at her feet reads Salvatore, 1942. She'd have to get up to pick the next-nearest one, Salvatore, 1912 - but unlike the box at her feet, it's significantly bigger. There's even bits of dried blood, though it looks faded, rather than anything new.]

[delincuente]

Yeah, totally.

[She slides out of the chair and lands on the floor next to the "Salvatore, 1942" box - right now, she's too lazy and relaxed to get up and move to a larger one.]

What's in these?

[She gently pulls up the top for a peek.]

A+C

[timelapsed]

[ Okay, in a normal room like this, there's no way to miss her shipmate unpacking boxes. Even if there are a lot of, uh, other boxes in the way.

This is totes a move-in day; Max is an expert on those at this point. She's moved from Arcadia Bay to Seattle and back to Arcadia Bay - she knows how this goes. ]

Yo, dude, need some help unpacking?

[ She heads over to the nearest box. Without reading the label, she goes to open it up. ]

[stefanged]

Hey, Max.

[Stefan shoots her a grateful smile, actually taking a break from his efforts.] That would be great, but don't go to any extra trouble on my behalf.

[The closest box to her is labeled "Alesci, 2014." As she opens it, she'll find a stuffed vampire bat, a Tokyo metro ticket, an open house ad for a gorgeous house in Locke City, New Jersey, a blanket covered in cat hair, and a copy of the Qu'ran. Which item attracts her attention first?]

[timelapsed]

What kind of jerk would I be to watch you unpack and not even offer to help?

[ She kneels down to get a good look at the objects in here. A... stuffed bat, really? Looks way too cute and cuddly for Stefan. ]

Hey, what should I do with this? [ she asks as she picks it up... ]

C

[versusnurture]

[She doesn't know him, not by face. Which is strange, maybe, in retrospect, but it was just one of those things about being on the Barge: you heard stories about people but you didn't really know what those people looked like or did when they weren't being part of the story of the person you cared about.]

[So she just looks at him and sees - a guy. A guy with a serious bookshelf problem, and if her first instinct is to annoy him a little bit, that's because she thinks his hair looks silly, not because she thinks he actually deserves it.]

[She's at his elbow in a few quiet steps, arching one eyebrow as she watches the stuffed cat poof out of existence and back into the box.]

You know, labeling a box with question marks isn't very efficient. Neither is buying a bookshelf you can't actually put things on.

[stefanged]

[As if taunting her, the label on the box changes into "Alesci, 2016." Stefan, for the most part, doesn't notice as he pulls out a translation of the Qur'an. Unlike every other item thus far, it remains on the shelf. If he should be pleased by this, he doesn't show it - nor does he really show any other emotion, beyond a strange kind of serenity.

Moving in's supposed to be way more stressful, right? As he looks over at her, trying to place where he might've seen her before, Stefan furrows his brow. He's got nothing. Maybe this is a friend of Bonnie's.]

You don't have to stay. I've still got a lot to unpack. [He looks at his box.] Is the stress getting to you too? There's no question mark here.

[versusnurture]

[The Qur'an catches her eye, as does the fact that it stays. Does that mean it's more important than other things, or less? She doesn't have enough evidence to work with just yet; she'll have to observe more.]

[Weirdly enough, the serenity bothers her. It reminds her of the way she looks when she's lying, and she doesn't like that.]

I'm not stressed. Things are just changing, that's all.

I'm not leaving, either. I want to see what happens.

A

[mylegacy]

[Caesar has only moved households once in his lifetime, under what might be very lightly termed stressful circumstances. Not surprising, then, that the sight of boxes makes him a little tense - but he's curious, too, as curious as anyone else despite his tendency to hide his enthusiasm.]

[So it's not terribly surprising that he goes for the boxes first. There's a stack of three by his foot; he leans down to open the top one and dig through the top layer of contents inside.]

[stefanged]

[Inside the top box - which is labeled Alesci, 2015 in Stefan's ornate cursive handwriting - Caesar will find more than a few items nestled inside. Although each item's packed with care, the ones that stand out the most are a family photo album, a travel brochure for Tokyo, fanart of some dude named Cure Phantom, a miniature piggy bank, and a Princeton University sweatshirt.

If nothing in the box appeals to Caesar, the other two boxes in the stack are Alesci, 2001 (cw: islamophobia, discrimination, etc.) and Salvatore, 2009.]

[mylegacy]

[Alesci, Salvatore. He knows both of these names by now, sort of knows the difference between them. This is why he hesitates, why it takes him so long to decide between the three boxes. In the end, what decides him is, first, that most of the things in the box he's opened are so overwhelmingly unfamiliar that he doesn't know where to start, and that the older a memory is, the more significant it must be to a person's development.]

[And, when his hand hovers between Alesci, 2001, and Salvatore, 2009, his choice comes from a muted desire to believe in the humanity of a man rather than the monstrousness . . . so he opens up the one labeled Alesci with tentative curiosity.]

C

[resnipstance]

... Is that meant to happen?

[She's referring, of course, to the disappearing items.]

[stefanged]

Well, yeah.

[Stefan shoots Ahsoka a strange look as he pulls out a book titled "Ramadan Reflections." Unlike everything else he's pulled so far, it remains on the shelf.]

Typically, when you move in, you unpack everything. [Gestures towards the rest of the boxes] Though it's taking a lot longer than expected.

[resnipstance]

Sure. But the ones you were unpacking before that just disappeared...

[tobeajedi]

[Hmm, this is interesting... someone is moving? It's rather primitive, though. Those boxes look like they're made of paper and hand-written on. It's nice, though, for being clearly un-space-age.

So Stefan is moving... where and why? Vima puts her hands on her hips, considering, and then decides to combine her options: say hello while peeking into a box.]

Looks like you're getting ready to ship out.

[stefanged]

[Stefan laughs a little at the comment, turning to face Vima. He pulls out a book labeled "Space Wars", setting it on the shelf. Unlike every other item so far, it stays in place.]

The opposite, actually. I'm gonna live here for a while.

[The box Vima opens is labeled "Salvatore, 2009." Inside are a football jersey for Mystic Falls High, an old flannel shirt, a diary, a gorgeous silver spherical necklace, and an Italian cookbook. Which one grabs her attention first?]

[tobeajedi]

["Space Wars?" I wonder what that could be Vima just thinks that it probably would be fun to read about, but only when you can close the covers on it.]

You are, huh? [She takes another look around.] Well, it looks like a nice set of rooms. Cozy.

[Since he hasn't objected to her opening the box--and hey, if he's moving in she's practically being helpful--she decides to poke around what's in there. The diary is noted, but what grabs her more is the necklace--she has one too. She reaches for it.]

This is pretty. Where'd you get it?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash moves towards Stefan. Memorized by how things seems to keep disappearing to show up back inside the box.] Need a hand there? [He'll attempting to reach into the box to pick up the stake that has suddenly reappeared in the box. Curious to see if he placed it somewhere else if the same thing would happen.]

[stefanged]

[The second Vash picks up the stake, an overwhelming guilty of guilt settles into his bones - as if picking up anything in this box may be hazardous to his health.

Stefan, though, blinks back surprise.] Uh, thanks, but I've got this one covered. Think you could help with some of the others?

C

[save_the_souls]

[Another night, another dream. Allen was honestly wondering when this would actually stop. Surely Atroma will get tired of this soon, right?]

[But at least this one doesn't seem as dangerous as other ones he's been in. And hey, he sees his friend right away- so he'll go over to talk to him instead of snooping around]

Hey Stefan...have a lot of stuff to unpack?

[stefanged]

Allen!

[Stefan grins, setting his current box aside as he turns to look at him. His last attempt - that dumb demigod book - is dangerously wobbling on the edge of "existing or not existing," but he's ignoring it for now. Whatever bad mood he was in earlier, it's gone.]

Unfortunately, yeah. Sorry about the mess - I thought it would've been all clear by now.

C!

[cpt_ressentiment]

[ Ahh, fresh air! Yosuke takes a second to bask in that, but once he looks around, he very quickly spots Stefan by the bookshelf. ]

Yo, Stefan!

[ He makes his way over, but very nearly trips over a box on his way. He manages to not fall over, and gives a little bit of an embarrassed chuckle as he properly shuffles his way around the obstacle to close the rest of the distance between him and his friend. Then, when he gets to see one of those objects disappear, he frowns. ]

Whoa. What the heck? How's that even happening? Is it doing that to everything?

[stefanged]

Yosuke! Hey!

[Stefan waves him over with a smile - which, of course, morphs into a grimace when he too looks at the empty bookshelf.]

Only the stuff I touch. Honestly? I've got no idea, but at some point, it's gonna stay put.

[He sighs, setting his box aside.]

Think you could help me out a little?