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May. 10th, 2014


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270 // open action


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[ Sooner or later, you run out of patience. You grow bored, antsy, you find yourself pacing like a wild animal in a cage, yearning desperately for something to happen just to break the monotony and sure, spending a day with lungs full of air and a heart full of beating was fun but not enough to even begin to ease that itch. The demon in your chest is clawing against ribs, screaming for blood, for fire and death and chaos. For the good old days. For something — anything — that makes you feel alive despite being a walking corpse.

He's got his body back. The chip has been out for ages and he finally retrieved his signature coat, Nikki Wood's coat, the very thing that reminds him of past glory, of the road taken to get this far. William the Bloody, Spike, the Slayer of Slayers. One step away from becoming a living (well) legend and now he's stuck here, chained like a dog in the backyard with the threat of a besoulment hanging over him like a guillotine. He's not going to take that lying down. He's not just going to wait, not when there's blood to spill.

It's late when he hits the streets of MarinaNova Asylum, dark shadows lending a perfect cover as he stalks through the sectors. Hunting. He will not go through this quietly. ]


((ooc: open to actions of many varieties, tho I'm definitely looking for victims. Successful and unsuccessful attacks all welcome. Hit me up on plurk or email (baratiesbest@gmail.com) if you want to plot or have questions! Please remember any hospitalization comes with an injury punishment AND an assault charge for Spike, so let me know if your character ends up in the hospital! ))

Apr. 23rd, 2014


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[video: backdated to early morning | action: open]


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[The video feed is short, doesn't show Karev's face above the chin because of the angle he's got it set at but it's clear it's not his normal look same as almost all the rest of the dome's inhabitants today. He's still got the wife-beater on though, and his scrubs are draped over a chair in the background. He shakes his head.]

You've got to be freakin' kidding me. The hell's going on?


[Action | Sector 3: Clinic]

[Weird body or not, Karev's still keeping up his usual routine. Just because these aren't his normal freakin' hands doesn't mean he's forgotten how to use them. Granted the way he's stitching up a banana in the clinic could use a lot of work -- it's unbelievable how much muscle memory made everything so much easier. He's just going to grumpily sit in his blue scrubs practicing stitches for most of the morning, fumbling more often than he'd ever like to admit.]


[Action | Anywhere]

[If it wasn't bad enough that his new found body was a terrible stitch, it was also out of shape at running Alex's usual workout routine. He'd almost say screw it but the morning and eve runs always cleared his head, the rest just an excess to keep him in shape. So he'll be all over the dome for his late night run if not in the athletic complex throwing a few shoddy punches at a bag.

For his good efforts, he's hitting the bar after all that. Screw it, he wants a drink.]

Apr. 21st, 2014


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Day 268 [Open — voice & action] [Closed video & voice]


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[It was the heaviness Kitty noticed first before her eyes were even open. At least waking up in Ton Phanan's body is a pretty good distraction against the pain she normally feels when she wakes up to find Reid went out to sleep on the couch again or even that thread of panic she tries to deny where she fears maybe he disappeared again instead. But this morning is all about figuring out what's going on and damage control. She starts by listening to the vague daypost.]

[Video | Private to Ton]
Stop touching my boobs. [The voice sounds and feels very wrong to her. She even clears her throat, but it doesn't change anything.]

[Voice | Private to Reid]
Hey. We have a situation. [She keeps her voice low since he's likely in the next room. She really wishes these things would text suddenly.]

[And a little later...]

[Voice | Open to everyone]
You've probably already noticed something strange going on. I want to get a head count here. Who is affected? Who isn't? Anyone in danger with this? Let me know and we can get the force working on it.

Oh, and this isn't Ton.

[Action | Open]
[It takes awhile before she's ready to test the new body out elsewhere but she isn't going to stay cooped up all day either. There's bound to be some chaos and she needs to do what she can...without her powers. And why are his wrists too large for her claws?]

Apr. 7th, 2014


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Day 266 | open action; + open video;


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[ action ]
It's been a full week since Helen realized Jean-Luc was gone, a full seven days since Ashley's birthday. At times, it's felt as though much more time has passed; at others, it feels like only yesterday and her heart breaks all over again. She's been keeping to herself more than usual. Even after she returned to work at the clinic and with the language classes, she was still having a difficult time wrapping her head around everything.

And then someone had mentioned the Memorial Gardens. It had seemed like such a simple thing, but now Helen isn't so certain it's as simple as she thought. Perhaps this is what she's needed.

Most of Day 266 can find her choosing flowers, specifically certain colored roses. These aren't to plant, more for show. For her. The flowers she chooses to plant in the garden are simple, tulips, daffodils, easy things that are very pretty and possibly easy enough to care for should she choose to return every so often. With three bulbs in hand and several roses, she takes to the earth. Once each of the bulbs is set into its spot, she places the roses over the spots where she has just planted new life. Three white roses for each of her special people, three yellow, one orange for Ashley, one pink for James, and one red for Jean-Luc. One of each color remains in her possession, as a reminder to herself of the people she's loved and lost.

After a few minutes of simply sitting there, one of those scattered showers does appear. It isn't much rain, but it's enough that she takes advantage of it. Holding the roses in her hands, she brings them to her nose to smell, allowing the sound of the rain falling to mask her tears as she finally truly weeps for three people: Ashley, her daughter, who was taken from her much too soon; James, her best friend and former lover, who had always challenged her to be the best she could be; and Jean-Luc, her lost love, whom she misses now more than she'd ever thought she could again.


[ video ]

[ later, once she's back at her apartment and a little more dry, she decides to address the network. she might not be dripping wet anymore, but she still bears the signs of having just been playing in the rain. what's noticeable this time is that the old glint of determination and confidence is back in her eyes and her voice is strong. you guys all missed the old helen. ]

I seem to have run across one of those scattered showers we were projected to have. This seems as good a time as any to remind everyone that the clinic is here for your use. I have also recently begun an Earth language studies course in conjunction with the Academy here. If anyone is interested, I am most certainly willing to offer what I know. In fact, today is one of the days I will be teaching, so please stop by the classroom if you're interested.


[ ooc: she can be encountered in action at any point in her endeavor, even while she's sitting in the rain or for the language class, or with responses to her network address. ]

Apr. 6th, 2014


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Day 265 [Video : Encrypted to DF] [Action : Open]


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[Video | Encrypted to Defense Force members only]

This fluff thing is going from ridiculous to problematic and veering toward dangerous. They're in virtually every area of the prison now, even inside most buildings. Food supplies are starting to run low and the information we have indicates that they'll just keep reproducing at this rate left unchecked.

There's been a suggestion to eliminate them. Let's call that plan G. Now we just need plans A - F.

Knowing this place I expect the wardens to have it wrapped up by morning, but I don't want to leave it all in their caring hands. We need people on patrol making sure no one is actually buried under them and we need people collecting and protecting remaining food stocks not just for the team but so we can be prepared to distribute it to everyone if it comes to that. I think pushing them into sector 6 could be an option for us. [Of course they will likely get killed in there, but it is less direct.] But I want to hear more options. Get creative. Get chatty.

We need to do what we need to do, but don't forget these are designated as pets and harming them comes with a price tag since that's one of the rules around here.

One more thing. When we have the man power to dedicate to it I want the investigative team checking into souls and restoring them. [Yes, she really just said that.]


[Action | Open]

[She has been and will be out and about trying to assess and deal with the problem. She can also be found at headquarters.]

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DAY 265 ✯ OPEN VOICE.


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I would advise against interacting with the Polygeminus grex that have infiltrated the prison population. They are non-sentient lifeforms from a relatively uninhabited planet in the Beta Quadrant. On their homeworld, their numbers are controlled by a number of natural predatory species they are the primary food source for, but without their being prey, their numbers will expand. Polygeminus grex reproduces asexually; they are born pregnant and can bear an average litter of ten every twelve hours. If they are allowed to persist with uncontrolled breeding patterns, then we will likely have a population well into the thousands by the end of the day — millions by the end of the week.

Seeing as the wardens do not appear to be taking the proper measures needed to control the Polygeminus rex population, risking punishment in an effort to do so ourselves is preferable to not doing anything at all.
( ooc | slightly backdated to earlier in the dayweek )

Mar. 10th, 2014

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Day 262 | Video; | Action;

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[Julian groaned as he woke up--he felt like he'd slept for hours, but he was lying on something much harder than even the station's Cardassian beds, and it made his neck and shoulders ache terribly. He stretched his neck, then opened his eyes--and was immediately on high alert when the unmistakable fact that he was somewhere that was most definitely not Deep Space 9--not even the holosuite--hit him.

And then the device over his ear and half his face began to play its welcoming message, and he was immediately even more incredulous and angry. To be accused of such crimes and sentenced without due trial--when he'd just avoided being unceremoniously bounced out of Starfleet...

Julian had just escaped a prison that he'd been abducted to in the quiet of night, and now here he was again--without even the dignity of his uniform, instead a bright orange thing that even his fashion sense was affronted by.

There were other people here, he could see them going about their lives, hear their voices over the communicator looped over his ear. Well, time to get the introductions over with.]


Normally, I'd expect to be at least given the basic right of due process and trial by a jury of peers--in which I am proven guilty of whatever crimes I am accused of--before being thrown into a prison indefinitely.

[Not to mention he's fairly sure whoever and whatever power is holding him here doesn't have jurisdiction over him.]

I am Lieutenant Julian Bashir, Chief Medical Officer of Deep Space 9. I'd appreciate any further information anyone can give--and if there are any Starfleet officers present, I would appreciate hearing from you.

Mar. 4th, 2014


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261 — open video//closed action to roommates


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[ The video feed comes on early, just after the morning greeting. Aidan is definitely looking worse for wear, perpetually stifling a yawn and doing what he can to drown himself in the first pot of coffee of the day. It's been a few rough nights since Euphie moved in and not for the reasons one may suspect. Or maybe exactly for the reasons one may suspect. ]

So, uhm... [ Clearing his throat. ] Anyone got any advice for stayin' awake when coffee don't cut it no more? I've tried cold showers, but uhm... I got a feelin' I'll give m'self a cold if I keep that up.

Anythin' would be helpful. Please.

Feb. 28th, 2014


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Day 260 :: (Closed) for Elena Gilbert + Helen Magnus


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[ They're at The Rusty Spoon in Sector 4, having lunch. Damon had invited Elena out for some comfort food: hamburgers, fries, milkshake. It's been quite some time since they last had a chat. He thought it was about time he played the part of the concerned friend.

Damon knows losing Caroline hasn't been easy for her. And as for him losing Stefan, well -- he's come to terms with the fact that his brother is gone and that he most likely won't be back anytime soon. Liz had recently disappeared too.

He's definitely not holding his breath waiting for their return. People come, people go. What they don't do is stay here for good. Someday, he'll be thrown back into the stabilizer himself. And that's gonna suck.
]

What has pickles ever done to you, hm? Why don't you like them? [ He transfers the stray pickles onto his plate before munching on one. Yummy yum. ]

Feb. 25th, 2014

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[info]1stofficer
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video;

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It's a beautiful morning. Good morning, to old friends and to new. One more day will complete our first week here, Deanna and I. A lot seems to have happened in that short time; losses that some of us have felt very strongly, and we've made new friends, people that I hope to get to know better in the coming weeks.

I'd very much like to use this opportunity to meet more of the inmates here, and perhaps to speak more frankly with some of you those that I've already met, now that I've had the opportunity to get a better understanding of my surroundings. If anyone would like to speak in person, or join me on the ice, I'll be spending the next few hours at the ice rink in Sector 3. From what I hear the sparkly costumes are obligatory. [ There's a distinct sparkle to Riker's eyes as he speaks. ]


Private to Helen Magnus )

Private to Deanna )

Private to Seven )

Action )

Feb. 18th, 2014


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Day 259 - Action/Audio


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Action

[Martha found herself pulling a long shift at the clinic with Helen out. She felt for the other woman, who had now lost two people from home. But Martha wasn’t going to bother her for the time being. Helen clearly wanted some time to herself, and Martha would respect her space. For now.

When she wasn’t helping patients, Martha tried reading. But she found she wasn’t all that interested in her current book. Finally she sighed and switched on her transmitter.]


[Universal Audio Transmission]

Good afternoon Marina. I’m the Voice of a Nightingale, and I’ve been thinking. Everyone has a story. Stories connect us. Stories helped me save the world once. And while most of us have found things to do, whether that’s attending classes, working for the defense force, manning the various shops, or spending all their waking moments in the library, sometimes it’s nice to listen to a story. If you don’t want to listen, you’re welcome to turn this off. I won’t be offended, but for those of you who don’t mind. Here’s my story. The story of Smith and Jones.

Story )

[There’s a slight pause when and then she comes back.]

It was the start of a great adventure. Perhaps in a few days I’ll continue. If you’d like to hear more. But for now, Nightingale out.

Feb. 17th, 2014


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day 259 | voice; / action;


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[ helen's day begins early. she couldn't sleep, knowing the day that has been creeping up on her. it isn't december 8th by the prison's standards, but by the calendar she's been keeping based on the day it had been in her world when she arrived, it's now december 8th, her daughter's birthday. she's been dreading this day, dreading the memories and heartache that will surely overwhelm her. she'd been intending to spend this day with jean-luc, but after not seeing him for a few days and being unable to even contact him, she has to face the truth: he's gone. she knows she could ask one of his crew, but she's hardly prepared to face them, not even data or seven. instead, she heads for james' apartment, but there's a nasty surprise waiting for her. normally, this would be the time she would bury herself in her work and she fully intends to do that. but the clinic isn't the place for it; the last thing she wants is for any of them to see how terribly she's taking this.

she does, however, leave a voice message for others, her tone controlled but with an underlying hint of the painful emotion she's experiencing today. ]


For those who knew him, Dr. James Watson has left.

[ at the clinic, she only stays for a few moments, long enough to drop an early-morning note on her desk for martha and her other volunteers saying that she's taken some paperwork with her but she won't be in for the next day or so. it's unusual, she knows, but she can't face anything at the moment. not today and perhaps not tomorrow.

she takes a few moments at the library, mostly to get a few scientific books that'll keep her occupied for a few days, and after both of those errands have been run, she heads back to the apartment she's claimed. she really needs a pet here, one that won't disappear on her.

later in the day, she can be found at the pet cafe and she'll be there for a few hours before she returns to the apartment once again. she's not likely to be social and might even be far more snappy than people are accustomed to from her, but she does actually need the company. for a time, she considers asking rose to keep her company, but thinks better of it. rose is yet another friend she might lose.

she can be found in any of these locations or anywhere in between. ]

Jan. 29th, 2014


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DAY 256 ✯ OPEN AUDIO.


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Resistance is futile. Fu-tile. There is— There is something terribly presumptuous about the futility of resistance, when many species have proven themselves to be remarkably resilient. It's often that ability to resist that deems them worthy of interest, of assimilation; what makes them exceptional drones once they have been assimilated into the Collective. Thus, it is the very futility of resistance itself which makes the resistance futile.

Order brought to the chaos that rebelled against the order. That resisted it.

Resistance isn't futile at all. It's vital. Resistance— Resistance is vital.

[ someone made their way through the wine through the ages exhibit and sampled the available vintages. someone who literally has zero tolerance for synthehol alcohol. it didn't take much to push her to the point of intoxication and speeches misdirected at the network. ]

Jan. 20th, 2014


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day 255 | video; | action;


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Good morning. I know it's a bit early, but better to get a good start on one's day than not. For those who don't already know me, my name is Doctor Helen Magnus and I help run the clinic in Sector 3. We're here to help all your bumps and bruises if you ever need it.

I also wanted to extend an offer I've only recently decided to uphold. Some of you may recall my question on linguistics some time ago. Recently, I've been convinced to begin a study on Earth languages, specifically those known by the 21st century. I have a wide variety of languages available, so if you're at all interested, please do drop by the educational building, classroom 6 at 6pm on days ending in 2, 4, or 6. I would be more than happy to share what I know. If you have a specific language you would like to study, but aren't certain I know it, ask. I may surprise you.



[ later today, she can be found in the clinic as usual or heading for the sizzle and sear, as she wants a good cup of tea and that place reminds her of her not!date outing with jean-luc some time ago. ]




[ OOC: mistletoe kisses are reserved for picard. i'm not planning on doing scheduled posts for the language class, so feel free to assume those will start happening next dayweek. ]

Jan. 19th, 2014

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day 254 - video; 001

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[ When Riker appears at last he's circled back round to Sector 2, framed against the hedge maze. There's no distractions, and his introduction is absent of distractions too. At least at first. ]

Good evening. I hope it's not too late in the day to introduce myself, but I didn't wish for anyone to be surprised to spot me around the place. My name is William Riker, and I just arrived with the latest group of people. It's nice to meet all of you, if unfortunate considering the circumstances. I appreciate the kindness that has been shown to me since my arrival.

I understand some-- [ And suddenly Riker stops, looking up. It's started to rain, and he wipes a single raindrop off his nose. ] I'd better wrap this up. I'd like to speak to some friends of mine, whom I'm reliably informed have been here for a while. Maybe after I get in out of the rain, if that's perfectly alright.

Deanna, I hope you're in somewhere dry.

Jan. 16th, 2014

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Day 254 Video | Action OPEN

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[There is a lot of handwaving and mouth opening and closing before Reg starts talking, which takes a few moments before he nods, smooths his outfit out, and actually does so but hey, it's progress from an imitation of a goldfish.]

I'm a, I'm ah, Reginald Barclay, Lieutenant Barclay. [This is starting out so well.] I was looking to, see if anyone would happen to know of the, the [Hand waving in a circle is a go.] Federation or Earth.

[Because a prison under the ocean is clearly not on Earth and if it's in Federation space he'd really like to know how they managed to keep it under the radar.] And if this is some joke, something involving the holodeck it's very, very good and well done. [And that's a nervous laugh.] You can, you can stop now, I'd very much like to leave, leave now. I have dinner plans and I'd very very much like, to get back to them.

[That's some hand wringing, and there's the slightest hint of pleading there in his voice as he glances to the side.] Thank you, in advance, if uh anyone answers me.

[OOC: Reg is wandering about all over today just to try and figure things out as well. And I'm going to be slow tonight because my computer is acting weird.]

Jan. 13th, 2014


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DAY 254 ✯ OPEN VIDEO.


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[ you. what are you doing here? ]

Hiding, like you. [ except— wait. no. this isn't right. this was familiar, almost tangible as if it were a collection of memory engrams locked away behind a series of unbreakable, undetectable algorithms that had begun to break free of their restraints. she knew this place, but it wasn't right. this— was not right at all. she didn't belong here. it wasn't her fault. that which she stood accused of wasn't her fault. an individual should not have to answer for the collective's wrongdoings.

she went away, like some do — she understood that much. or maybe she was still on the equinox. perhaps she was hallucinating. firm, unwavering in her stance, she'd been willing to perish instead of becoming what ransom and his crew had become. she wanted no part in any of it. she resisted. but he was trying to force her hand, made the doctor—

standing up, only dimly aware of the headset, of the feed, seven draws her hand across her temple and the metallic, ocular implant that's a stark contrast against pale skin and loose, bright blonde hair. she's intact, and an awkward, uncharacteristic clearing of her throat tells her that her auditory processor is operating under normal parameters. her voice is her own, controlled by her own will and not that of a hologram devoid of ethical subroutines.

only then, when she's certain that speaking will produce words and not song, does she address the dome directly. ]


My designation is Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01. I will not comply.

Jan. 10th, 2014


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Day 253 [Video/Action | Open]


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Citizens of Marina, I have a serious question for you.

Who would win in a fight? [She holds her adorned hands up one at a time.] Lobster claw oven mitt or shark oven mitt?

I know the shark seems obvious, but the lobster wants it more. Also, I think the wardens might have been drinking when they stocked the store. So, let me know if you're aware of a good AA program for AIs.

[Kitty will be milling around Bull's Eye if you'd like to find her there or on her way home.]

Jan. 6th, 2014

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[ day 253 ] action :: open

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[ Option One ]

First thing in the morning, Jean-Luc stops by the Defense Force headquarters to check in. He makes a habit of this every other day or so, just to see if he's needed in any manner but his usual patrol duties. So he can be found here with a fresh cup of steaming tea. He probably won't remain for long though, so catch him while you can if you need him.


[ Option Two ]

As often as he frequents the library, he should probably set up residence there. A home away from home, sort of thing. But nevertheless, he is at the library again. He's perusing the bookshelves, for the rare novelty of a book from another world that Earth. He frequently finds them in this place, as the prison does pull people in from everywhere. And this is his own personal way to continue his exploration of the Universe. Books, after all, are one of the most obvious founts of knowledge. And we know what people say of idle minds...


[ Closed to Helen Magnus ]

Jean-Luc has packed a dinner for both himself and Helen. He had sent her a message to meet at the stables later in the afternoon. He's in the stables, saddling up two horses, one for himself and one for Helen. A bag settles on the ground at his feet. He's in full riding attire. But yes, he has accepted that this meeting of theirs is an actual date. And he's okay with that.

Jan. 1st, 2014


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( day 252 ) video.


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[ elena's going to make this short. she opens a feed late in the day, her expression measured to limit the pain of loss she's feeling right now. her voice is frank, as frank as she can manage. elena's never been convincing. ] Caroline Forbes is gone. [ she takes in a deep breath. ] So is Stefan. And Tyler Lockwood. [ what else is there to say? there should be more, but there's not. caroline's room is empty. stefan's apartment too. no one's answering any calls. their best friend is gone. she and bonnie are alone. ] They're gone. [ it's said with terrible finality. she feels tears warm her eyes. ] Cheerleading is cancelled for now.

{ private to eric northman. }
[ she barely pauses before connecting to eric. ] I think I could use another drink.

{ private to damon salvatore. }
I'm coming over.