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Є003

Who: Elena Gilbert + you!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Starstruck if you want
When: now!!!

I was told that these augments [she gestures to her own and feels a little stupid for doing so because everybody knows what she's talking about (hopefully)] can alter memories. Does anybody have any more specific information on that?

Like how far back in your memory can it reach? How much can it change? How long does it last?

[...You know. Asking for a friend.]

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What if there aren't any false memories and it's just...missing?

That's a lot harder to tell.

[He's already flipping his diary, checking newer entries in case this is something he should be up and up on.]

I'm a strange case in that someone decided to fill in all the gaps for me, but if you've lost your memories, they're usually triggered by doing something similar to them.

That didn't work so well the first time you lost your memories though, remember?

[Guilty as charged.]

Worked pretty well the second time around. But that might be specific to the Numbered.

[There's a small, hesitant pause:] You're sure the missing memories are specific to you? Or that you haven't experienced them yet to begin with?

[Elena shakes her head a little.]

I know they're specific to me, but I don't know a whole lot beyond that yet.

You might have to dig a little, then. If you know a little bit more, it'll be easier to figure out our next move.

[Our, because he's not fond of the idea of her losing memories. This was supposed to be a Stefan-specific thing, dangit.]

There is one other possibility - that she met a Elena Gilbert, but it wasn't quite you. Like, a you from another reality or another point in time or... something.

Is that even possible?

[How does that work?]

Very possible.

My captain said that back at her "soul-sucking castle," she ran into our pilot before - but he doesn't remember her. He also doesn't remember the soul-sucking castle. [He taps his fingers thoughtfully (or perhaps he's craving tea, it's unclear).] It's way more likely that Alex met two versions of the same guy, rather than total amnesia.

Plus, uh, something similar happened to me in Locke last year.

[She almost asks if it's the same castle she's heard about, this...Cair Paradisa or something along those lines, but then he mentions something similar happening to him.]

Meaning...?

Meaning, there were two Stefan Salvatores running around.

[He's gonna switch on the encryption, hoping that Yosuke's lessons stuck, because this isn't a conversation he wants the peanut gallery to witness.]

I don't think it's the same, because Locke was weird, but I kinda had a doppelganger. Not like Silas or Tom, but a carbon copy of me who had my name, my face... hell, he had my fingerprints.

But he wasn't me. People would think they ran into me, and they'd tell me stuff I agreed to, when they... hadn't really talked to me to begin with.

[...What. Elena looks like she doesn't know what to say for a moment, but instead of blurting out the obvious question of confusion, she tries for something a little more useful to ask.]

Did you ever catch him? I mean face-to-face, not just hearing about what he did.

A few times. ["He was such a dick about it, too..."] We eventually diverged paths, but every few months, I still hear from people who've mixed us up.

[If their roles were flipped, he's sure he'd be just as confused - but he had promised her the whole truth. Even if the whole truth includes a matinee of "Invasion of the Doppelgangers."]

Somehow, I don't think my problems are related this time. Should I come over? To talk about this in person?

No! [Elena maybe says this a little too quickly. Slow your roll a little there, Gilbert.] No. I uh... I think I should go to your ship.

[Because God help her if Stefan and Abigail cross paths anytime soon. At least anytime before Elena has some idea of how to handle this.]

Um, okay. [Headtilt.] I'll... see you soon?

[At least this time, he'll have the tea ~~because he really is addicted and it is a problem~~ already waiting for her when she arrives.]

[Elena turns up and super appreciates that tea. It gives her something to hold onto.]

Sorry, I know that was...kinda weird. But she's on my ship.

She?

[He's trying to rack his brain for anyone from home that might fit the bill. So far, he's got nothing.] Wait, someone on your ship knows you?

[She nods.]

Abigail. She knew my name right away. She... [How the hell does she explain that they were apparently in a romantic relationship? She's not sure how Stefan - either Stefan - would take that.] She knew a lot.

Weird. [Slight frown.] She's not out for blood or revenge or... anything like that, right?

[He can't say he likes the idea of anyone knowing a lot about Elena, based on what he remembers. Mystic Falls didn't exactly have a spotless track record.]

No. [Elena reflexively lets out a small puff of what sounds like amusement but is more nervous relief, looking down at her cup.] No, for a change someone isn't trying to kill me or planning on using me in a spell of some kind.

[He sighs of relief, taking a sip of his tea.] Good. Then uh, I take it she was pretty close to you?

[Hang on a sec. If she doesn't want him to meet Abigail, then...]

And... that I must've done something to insult her somehow?

[Elena laughs, although it's more of a reflexive laugh than actually laughing at him. She shakes her head a little.]

No, not directly. But we... We apparently... dated...? [She says this as if she's unsure about the fact provided by Abigail, but really it's Stefan's reaction that she's unsure about. Which is why she quickly adds,] I thought you should probably know that before you meet her. I wouldn't want something to blindside you.

[Hang on. Elena broke up with him to date.... Abigail?

That's.... that's uh....]

[For a second, his shoulders tense up and his hands curl up into a fist, as if he's about to toss his mug against the wall or break it into itty bitty little shards and let the mug collapse or--

Or he sips his tea, with an expression so dour that he might as well have stepped out of some Dickens novel.]

Seriously?

[Salvatore's furious, and Stefan can feel the rage shaking through his bones - but Alesci? Alesci's too annoyed to do much more beyond grip onto that mug for dear life.]

'Lena, if you like girls, you like girls... but this was after me, right? And not because of me?

Stefan, she's not even from our world, [Elena says, slowly. Her eyebrows are raised just a little in some surprise at his reaction. Not that she expected him to necessarily take it as good news, but she wasn't expecting the notable tension in his body language.] She's from somewhere else. So, I don't know. I don't know when or how I would have met her.

[Not even from our world - so kinda like him and Misa? Stefan manages to stop shaking long enough to set his mug aside.] I know. I just-- I'm sorry.

[He stuffs his hands in his pockets, trying to ignore how easily they balled up into fists. "I'm jealous of a relationship she doesn't even remember." But he's not even sure if he has that right to begin with.

As apologetically as possible:] You could've met her if you were kidnapped to another place like me, but... you'd probably remember that. So that still doesn't leave a lot of possibilities.

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