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Who: Paisley crew & visitors
Broadcast: Only when specified
Action: Paisley!
When: Whenever!

It's been a while, so ship mingle for the Paisley!

Residents of the Paisley can potentially be affected by the glitches described here.

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Exactly.

[He stops before the room at the very end, setting her stuff aside and holding the door open for her. As it isn't officially hers - or anyone's - he can still pass the threshold with no problem.

Like he promised, this one's got a decent window (and view) of the outside world.]

Oh!

[Misty dances across to the window and looks outside. Right now there's a beautiful view of the ring world below. She presses her forehead to the glass.]

It's perfect!

[He grins, leaning against the doorframe.]

Yeah? Should I go ahead and grab everything else?

Yeah!

[She turns back around, beaming at him.]

And we'll have to show Rhiannon where to go!

Of course.

[As he turns to grab her suitcase along with the various potted plants she'd brought, he adds - ] I've got something for you too, so um. Hang tight.

[She brightens even more - if that's possible - and nods eagerly.]

Okay!

[She will wait very patiently, wondering what it could be.]

[He returns in a few seconds with a framed canvas, pausing just before the threshold to her room. As it's been officially claimed, he can't enter.

Stefan laughs, tilting his head towards the invisible barrier:] Ms. Misty Day, may I be invited in?

Oh!

[Right! It's easy to forget that rule sometimes!]

Mr. Alesci, you can come right on in!

[Alesci...? He freezes at the sudden, overwhelming unfamiliarity of his name. It had been the name he used, when he first arrived, but he hasn't called himself Alesci in a long, long time. Would the threshold recognize him? Recognize that name as his?

Stefan draws in a heavy breath as he crosses. He shouldn't have freaked. He really shouldn't have. So he manages a smile as he holds out the canvas to her. It's a framed psalm, one he had hand copied from the Bible in the Iskaulit. It's also (purposefully) her favorite, written in his most ornate cursive.]

Here. So you always have a piece of God with you.

[Misty notes his odd hesitation, but she doesn't ask, distracted as she is by the gift. Psalm 23. Her favorite - probably unsurprisingly. She lightly traces the words with her finger: though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.]

Thank you. It's beautiful!

[And of course, he's getting a big hug out of it.]

Ah, really? [He laughs, more than a little relieved.] You're welcome.

[Stefan then returns that hug, wrapping his arms around her and gently resting his head on her shoulder. Someday, he'll be able to tell her how he's grown to identify more with another name - another life - and how it's been taking him over bit by bit.

Today isn't that day, though, so he'll just bask in what he's gained. His soulmate's home. That'll have to be enough.]

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