driftfleet | 04 | action & video

Who: Stefan Salvatore~~-Alesci~~ and you!!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley
When: Backdated to May 6th

[action; closed to crew & close CR]
[Around mid-afternoon, Stefan stirs from his slumber, entangling himself in blankets before he slowly pulls himself up and glances around. This isn't home. No big wooden panels or creaking wooden floors, and more importantly, no stench of bourbon in the hallway. His face falls as he listens to the steady heartbeats of his crew. His amazing, awesome, but still Damon-free crew.

Resigning himself to the inevitable, he murmurs,] So I'm still here.

[Pulling those covers closer, he allows himself those few seconds of grief before rubbing his temples and managing the thinnest of smiles. No sense in worrying everyone else right off the bat.

Stefan'll also be in the kitchen later with his usual mug of tea and- and wait. Did his stash of chocolate chips shrink while he was gone?? Stefan might be peering at his baking supplies like he's trying to puzzle out a mystery. Or maybe he's on the verge of falling asleep again. Hard to tell.]

[video;]
[Sometime after the initial confusion wears off, Stefan puts the video feed on and manages a weak wave at the camera. The Paisley's lab can clearly be seen in the background, along with a stack of (dusty, untouched) files behind him. Despite sleeping for at least five weeks, he looks (and feels) as exhausted as ever.]

Hey. Sorry if I've worried anyone for being out this long, but uh, I should be back to my usual stuff soon. So if you've missed my interfaith talks for some strange reason, they'll pick back up next week. [...] Jumu'ah too, if we've gained any other Muslims since I was last around.

Speaking of "last around," I know more than a few of us have experienced hypersleep. If you're willing to talk about it, I have a few questions for you. Nothing big, I promise, and the informed consent forms are right here. [He hasn't uploaded them to the network yet, so he'll hold one up to the camera.]

If this seems like your kind of thing, drop by the Paisley. I should be around for a while. [A small, nervous smile, one that actually reaches his eyes.] Oh, and uh - I'm Stefan Salvatore. It's good to be back.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Sometimes I can provide a friendly ear, someone who can guide those who might feel lost. Others it is as simple as lighting candles or singing a hymn. The Chantry serves the community as a whole and I hope to continue that work.

[While Atroma provided plenty for those in the fleet, she could still at the very least be of service to those who came to the Interfaith Center. Charity could come in many forms.]

Then you've come to the right place. [He means every word too; he'd never thought he'd meet someone trained so similarly.] I know our members - myself included - would appreciate all of that.

Have you gotten the chance to visit the Center yet? Is there anything I could do to make it more comfortable?

I visited briefly in your absence and spoke with a young woman there. Would it be alright if I made something for those of my faith to represent us? A small totem would suffice. Andraste isn't exactly hard to accommodate.

More than alright. I'm sure you've seen the symbols of other faiths around. Sorey and Mikleo have a shrine for their seraphim, the people of Westeros have weirwood, and even I have my own prayer rugs and sacred texts.

As long as you can find the space for it, you're welcome to whatever we have.