...And also these.

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ROOMS BY CHARACTER

N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

R - U R. Daneel Olivaw Rapunzel Remy LeBeau Riku Robin Redbreast Rogue Santanico Pandemonium Shawn Hunter Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore Steve "Orion" Rogers Steven Quartz Universe Souji Seta Stiles Stilinski Syeira Tadashi Hamada Tekhetsio

V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

Comments

[unfulfilledpotential]

[Kind of. While the song plays, memories flash by the second as the road fades into soundless memories.

You're standing in an American high school hallway, and kids drift in and out as the school bell rings to signify that you should go to class. In-between, as you grab books for classes you barely attend, you gab with your best friend.

Or you're IN an English class, with the teacher (a certain Mr. Turner from earlier) reading a poem you wrote. The music fades out, just so Vash can hear this one loud and clear.

"I thought what we'd do is read a few and then we'll discuss them, okay? The first one up is Shawn Hunter. His poem is called Welfare." An incredulous expression appears on Mr. Turner's face as he skims the poem. "Okay. You want me to read this out loud, or just forward it to the guidance counselor?"

Shawn - a much younger Shawn - stares at him like he's gone insane. "Read it. It's some of my best work."

"Kay, everybody. Buckle up.
My uncle Ralph, he does not care
'Cause twice a month, he gets welfare.
My uncle Chuck has nylon hair
He bought the rug with his welfare
Old Corvair
Long nose hair
Electric chair

... That's a very colorful family you've got there, Shawn."

Shawn looks a little nervous as he confesses, "I didn't use their real names. That's okay, right?"

"Oh, yeah. The less I know, the better," Mr. Turner says a little too quickly, as he picks up another poem and starts to read.

You get the feeling that while Shawn may have not used his time at school wisely, he still has fond memories of his film classes - as the road flashes images of him taking lessons from another teacher often seen around the school, as well as history lessons from an elderly guy who doesn't tolerate his propensity for shenanigans.

The song fades back in as the memory disappears, and so now - the song's playing as Shawn cruises along the highway.]

Ooh, good choice! I loved this one, even if it was on the radio too much.

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?

[complicatedliar]

Loki began to stand, then relaxed back down into the chair. "Do you truly wish it?" he asked. "Because most have treated you in such a fashion does not mean it is right for your lover to follow suit."

She was more important to him than to any of them, he'd wager.

[unfulfilledpotential]

[A tomato couldn't be redder than Shawn right now. Even if it TRIED.]

Sorry. I-I really wasn't trying to snoop around in your stuff. [There's a pause as he approaches her.] Where is "here," exactly? The drop camp?

[touchofrogue]

Rogue grew slightly behind the glass, tall enough now to lean her elbows on the edge of it and rest her chin in her hands. "Now I'm just kinda curious as ta what you'll pick."

She smiled at him. "We could set a limit? Start with three? If it gets too weird, I'll tell ya to stop."

[stefanged]

No, they weren't.

[He shoots her a strange look. These are dangerous, dangerous waters: Stefan clearly isn't bothered by the disappearing items, but further questioning is Less than Appreciated.]

Hey, if you're gonna stand around and ask questions, you might as well help me unpack.

[stefanged]

I'm glad you do, because I didn't. Kinda goes against most of Islam's big beliefs.

[He sighs, glancing back at the boxes labeled "Salvatore".] Just be careful when you unpack his stuff. I can't be sure what's all in there - but you'll be fine if you grab the 'Alesci' stuff first.

[She can return to her current box, as there's a few more things to unpack, or she can choose to move towards another stack, all labeled Salvatore, 2009.]

[resnipstance]

[Ooookay then. Dream logic. Whatever. She moves on.]

... All right. Where should I start?

[stefanged]

Wherever you want.

[Under normal circumstances, he would be way nicer about this, but she DID just question the vanishing items. There's a stack of three boxes, all labeled "Salvatore, 2009," as well as another stack of boxes labeled "Alesci, 2015."

If she wants to ignore his orders - which he won't object to, for the time being - there's also a bedroom to explore, though the desk might be of the most interest, as there's an open diary along with a bottle of bourbon (and two small glasses, thanks to Alex).]

[timelapsed]

Yeah, that would go against a lot of beliefs, wouldn't it?

[ She heads back over to the first box - she might be curious, but she won't ignore his warning just yet. ]

Of course, it could just be that there was something special about these "numbered" you're a part of.

[ After him mentioning that, though, she feels the Qu'ran might be the best item to grab next. It's obviously important to him, and he probably wants that up on the shelf, too. ]

[stefanged]

[He has to snort at that question.] I sure do, but I also care about you.

Like it or not, I'm gonna stick around for the long haul.

[Can't get rid of him that easily, Riku. He's already made his mind on this, and once he's made up his mind, he becomes stupidly stubborn about it.]

[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka likes being helpful. So she goes for the first stack of boxes, labelled Salvatore, 2009. Gotta start somewhere, right?]

[stefanged]

[The next oldest box is "Salvatore, 1994." Inside, Alex will find an old flannel shirt, a birth certificate for Sarah Salvatore (daughter of Zach and Gail Salvatore), and a picture of Stefan and Damon taken just outside some old, fancy family home.]

Something like that. I... [He knows, logically, that this isn't the place to tell her.] I want to tell you, but not on move-in day.

["In the waking world," he means, though he also suspects he won't get to do that. Which item does Alex gravitate to first?]

[stefanged]

That's possible. I don't think we were real reincarnations, in the sense of the word, because we'd get memories and... things back from the people we were before.

[He shrugs, defeated.]

In the end, I think I'm gonna become Salvatore again, whether I like it or not.

[There's a warm, fuzzy feeling when she touches the Qur'an, kind of like embracing something you love with all of your heart. No memories yet, beyond this warmth that fills you to the very soul.

> Is Stefan's faith worth keeping?]

[delincuente]

I get that. There are some things I feel that way about too, I guess.

[She reaches for the picture, thinking how weird it is to see these two again in such a drastically different setting from 1940s Egypt.]

[timelapsed]

[ Of course it is. Like that's a question that even needs to be asked.

Max knows intimately how important faith is. And people should be able to hold onto that. To a lot of people, faith is hope, is salvation. Stefan is obviously one, and he shouldn't have to throw that away for any reason other than his own beliefs. ]

Why do you think that? [ She's holding his Qu'ran now, looking over at him. ] You're still... you. I mean, remembering stuff isn't going to change the entire life you've lived since.

[thezerothlaw]

[It absolutely can. It should be simple. He needs his own power on before he can be disconnected from external power, and well, Daneel doesn't know another way to turn it on.]

[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?

[mikangirl]

Yeah, I figured. [Ruefully.] But I didn't come here on purpose.

Do you know how I get out again?

[mikangirl]

CDs... [Yeah I don't know what those are either, but he mentions songs, so Nami squints at them and takes a guess.

She'll go with C) because the label of For Shawn has her curious.] This one...?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash drops the stake back into it's box. Deciding he didn't care anymore if it would vanish somewhere else or not now.] Ah, yeah, I think I could do that.

[He starts to move towards another box.] You sure you're alright with putting away the stuff in that box?

[weathervain]

[They look very similar to mandarines or tangerines, if that helps.]

Well, we'll settle with getting used to the place. Just as long as you know your way around by the time we run into trouble out here.

Has Sanji-kun showed you where you're sleeping?

[goldenglasses]

[Without interrupting Vash listens to the lyrics and watches the memories roll by. The song is interesting to say the least. There wasn't a lot of music where he was from and this was a bit... angrier? than he was use to. Not that it makes it bad at all. Then the song fade so he can listen to the poem.] I haven't heard it before. I think I can understand why it got popular enough to be on the radio though. [He snickers outloud finding his joke to be pretty humorous.

Still, there was one thing he was still a bit unsure of. Based on the reaction to the poem and how it was worded Vash can guess that it's not a great thing, but he can't help but to ask.]

What's welfare?

[goldenglasses]

No. You'll only end up hurt, or worse, if you do that.

[And if they hadn't had that talk before Vash wouldn't have recognized either of those names, but he knew who Cole meant.]

And it's because he knew me that he's gone. So what good does any difference make when there's no life to live it. [Vash's jaw clenches and his hands fist as he holds back on the raw emotions that threaten to bubble up.] He had so many people he could be helping still if it hadn't been for me.

[mikangirl]

Well, why not. She isn't kidding about loving jewellery, after all; Nami stoops to look at the rings more closely, and eventually picks out one that looks particularly delicate.

"You must have a lot of skill for things like this."