01 | action + video

[stefanged]

Who: Stefan Salvatore and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley
When: Following the shuffle!

[action]

[Instant teleportation sucks. Especially when it's too quick for him to process - and then bam! He's... somewhere. Somewhere that's throwing confetti into his face and playing loud, welcoming music?

He nearly stumbles back into the wall, instead regaining his bearings in time to take a look around the ship. Stefan's step is hesitant as he grips his messenger bag tight and explores various places. While he's not exactly stealthy, he's not trying to intrude on anyone either.

In the end, he's settled down in the med lab, inspecting the equipment and trying to discern what's different from the hospitals and labs he's worked in back home - it's not what he's expected, but he could get used to it.]

[video]

[Stefan had held off on announcing his presence via communicator - partially because it wasn't the Network, and partially because they're recording him 24/7 anyways. Does he really need to give the NSA (or whatever this universe's version of the NSA) more fuel for their potentially Islamophobic fire?

Once he's holed himself up in the med lab, he fiddles with the communicator until he's found the video function--]

The longer I'm here, the more I wonder about people's - various species? - taste in television. [He smiles, though it's thin.] Or our showrunners' definition of "informed consent." Doesn't seem like anyone here remembers signing those NDA's.

I... well, this is kind of a weird question, but does anyone know what direction the sun's in? Or how I'd find out what direction the sun's in? It's pretty important. [More than important - it's necessary for his prayers, though he knows better than to voice that out loud.]

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[delincuente]

[Alex takes back her hand, rubbing at it lightly.]

It's no big deal. Last place that kidnapped me? It was more than three years.

[stefanged]

Wait, you've been mysteriously kidnapped before?

[She's about his age, and he's so not going to play overprotective brother on a young woman who can clearly handle herself - but that worries him. A lot.] Here I thought space reality TV was the only one sadistic enough to try.

[delincuente]

Nope. There's also the demon renaissance faire, Paradisa.

[She's way too calm whenever she mentions it - a practiced state over the past several months.]

Big ol' soul-sucking castle.

[stefanged]

[He grimaces at the thought.] Does it make this place look like a vacation? I'd think I'd take reality TV over that, but I'm also only comparing it to where I'm from.

[delincuente]

I don't know, sometimes?

[It's a tough question. In the castle, she could wish up anything she wanted, and relax all day at the pool. But then, the fleet hasn't killed her yet.]

It's super boring here, but it's safe, I guess.

[stefanged]

I don't know, I'd take boring and safe any day. [Especially after a soul-sucking castle, but in his case, it's more after his Earth got thrashed by aliens.]

But I guess those things wouldn't make very good television. [pause] Does the "big brother" feeling ever go away after a while?

[delincuente]

It could at least try to give us one without the other. Like, a chill beach for once without the pirates, you know?

[She shrugs at his question.]

Sometimes I totally forget it, to be honest. I guess I just don't care enough. Maybe that's why they send me money.

[stefanged]

You'd think.

[Headtilt.] They're serious about paying us? Iiiii was convinced that was bull--[he coughs] a total lie. What exactly would you even buy in a place like this?

[delincuente]

Yeah, as long as we're entertaining enough. It's just like reality TV on Earth, but with worse clothes and less hooking up.

[stefanged]

Somehow, I think I'll be okay with that. [The clothes or the not-hooking up? He's not exactly gonna clarify.] So as long as we roll with the flow, basically, we're gonna be okay.

[delincuente]

Either roll with the flow, or just be yourself and stir stuff up. So far our alien producer-overlords haven't smited anyone.

[stefanged]

[What would the smiting even look like? Stefan's trying to imagine this and miserably failing.]

Not even once? That's awfully generous of them.

[delincuente]

Yeah, they're really being some stand up guys. Sometimes they even send us useless junk.

[stefanged]

Oh, so the best kind of junk. [He's gonna finally help himself to the dessert cream. It... doesn't taste as bad as he thought.]

Though if they're taking notes, I wouldn't mind more of this cream-stuff.

[delincuente]

You're in luck, there's a dispenser in the kitchen.