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Who: Elena Gilbert
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes (on the hospitality deck of the Marsiva)
When: Now

[ Elena wakes with a start, her first thought being that she'd fallen asleep in one of the unused patient rooms. She rubs her arms with her hands, an attempt to chase away the chill and gives the room a good look. This isn't any room in the hospital. She puts her feet on the ground and stands. She's still dressed in the long-sleeved thermal top and blue scrubs she wears at work. She tucks a strand of her dark hair behind one ear.

Once she orients herself and does a little bit of exploring, she heads to one of the screens to browse the network and get a better grasp of this place. After that's done, she makes her own broadcast, giving the video screen a sheepish smile. ]

Hi, I'm Elena Gilbert. I just arrived and I've got no idea what to say here. Am I supposed to tell the class all about myself? I think I used to be good at this. [ She takes a deep breath then releases it. ] Whatever this is. I can honestly say this is my first time on a reality show though.

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Yeah. Me, too. Maybe... an hour ago? At the most? [He shrugged. His internal sense of time was a little wonky after being on an Altean ship for so long. He had to get used to Earth time cycles again.]

I think most of the people that are in this area are new, as if this is some sort of arrivals area or something.

That's sort of what I've gathered as well. [ She smiles at Keith. ] I'm Elena.

Keith.

[He switched the helmet over to his left hand and then held out his right to shake hers.]

Where are you from?

[ She shakes his hand. ] It's nice to meet you, despite the crazy circumstances.

Mystic Falls, Virginia. You?

[There was definitely a look of recognition. Not specifically the town, but definitely the state.]

Virginia? I was at the Garrison base in Nevada.

[He was kind of hoping for a bit of the same recognition.]

[ Recognition of any kind is good. He sees the same sort of recognition in Elena's face when he says Nevada. ]

I've never been to Nevada, but I know where it is. [ The term garrison though...] I didn't know there was a garrison base there.

[Woah, what? Keith looked really surprised.]

You know what the Garrison is?

Do you know about a mission to Kerberos?

[He might be looking for at least someone from home...]

No, not at all. [ She answers sheepishly] I know what a garrison is, but...not the particular one you're talking about and I don't know about any missions.

[ She winces a little, giving him an apologetic look. ]

Sorry.

Oh.

[Keith looked disappointed, but then nodded.]

It's fine. I was just hoping, you know?

Virginia, huh? That's the closest thing to home I've heard in a while.

[ He gets a sympathetic expression in response to that disappointment. At her heart, Elena tends to want to help people, to comfort them, not to disappoint them.]

I know. [ She says it with a soft, slight smile. She does know. She's very, very lucky that she has Stefan here and she's aware of that. ]

Glad I could help at least a little. It's crazy how many people there are here from different worlds or timelines. [ she's stil trying to wrap her head around it. ]

Yeah. Different versions of the same place. It's going to take a bit to get used to.

[Keith appreciated the thought, though. Virginia, even if a different time, was definitely better than hearing some odd name he didn't recognize.]

How long do you think we'll be on this ship before we get moved?

It really is. [ She's comfortable with weird, a pro at weird, but this is a different sort of weird than she's accustomed to. She understands that comfort that a name can provide. ]

Someone told me a few days at least and I was told to take advantage of the kitchen here.

The kitchen, huh? Odd thing to point out. Did they say why?

[Really, after food goo and weird alien ingredients, what could be worse?]

The food is better? [ Elena shrugs a little. Without anything to compare it to other than "normal" food, she's not certain how to answer that. She's pretty sure the last 'meal' she'd had had been peanut butter and cheese crackers from the vending machine in the emergency room.]

Possibly.

[He hadn't really thought about it, but he was curious now and wanted to check it out.]

I mean, it's gotta be better than what I've been having lately.

[Keith had to wonder about the Altean choices for food. He understood the nutrition aspect, but they really had no concept of taste buds. Did Alteans even have taste buds? He wasn't really sure.]

Want to wander over there with me?

[ They can check it out together, taste a few things and decide what's good. ]

[He shrugged.]

Yeah, sure. I mean, if we were told to enjoy it while we can, then it's probably a good idea.

[Keith gave her a little smile and fell into step beside her to head that way.]

Kind of my thought. I think it's over here.

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Kind of my thought. I think it's over here.

<small((ooc: good fade point I think))</small>

[He nodded.]

Okay.

[And he followed her to food!]

{OOC: Looks good to me! ^_^}

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