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driftfleet2016-05-09 11:23 am
stefanged) wrote in driftfleet2016-05-09 11:23 am
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.
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.
Video
[Every story about Paradisa sounds worse than the one before it.]
Compared to all our former places, the Fleet isn't half-bad.
Video
My former place was... mostly okay, until the end. Then a psychotic god-cloud started killing people so he could collect and torment our souls for eternity.
Video
How did you even manage to fight it? I imagine superpowers alone wouldn't do the trick.
Video
Video
[a small sigh,] I mean, ideally we'd all be home, but I'm glad you were able to keep that psycho at bay.
Video
Me too. And it turns out he was the one keeping us all there, so we all got to go home.
--well. My crew did, anyway. I turned up here instead.
Video
[Stefan doesn't get homesick often, but when he does, it hits him hardcore.]
You'll see them soon, I hope.
Video
[They're weird like that.]
Video
[Part of him also hopes - and wonders - if the Mystic Falls crew thinks the same about him, even if they didn't travel together.]
Video
I am pretty useful.
Video
Video
Video
No curse my HTML
[You know, in a couple weeks when she inherits one of them.]
ssh no it's good to me!!
[He's teasing, but in all seriousness, he gets it. Money's important.]
Impressive, though, that they've coordinated the pay.
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[Even he wants a (non-alcoholic) drink every once in a while.]