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MarinaNova NPCs ([info]marinanova_npc) wrote in [info]marinanova,
@ 2013-05-27 15:11:00

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Entry tags::mingle, aidan reilly, aradia megido, artemis crock, bak chang, bro strider, buffy summers, calliope-caliborn, damon salvatore, daniel osbourne, data, dawn summers, dick grayson (all-star), dirk strider, duo maxwell, elena gilbert, eric northman, hei, helen magnus, helix wamtani, hikaru hitachiin, ianto jones, jack harkness, jean-luc picard, kitty pryde (aoa), kitty pryde (evolution), korra, lacus clyne, laura kinney, malcolm reynolds, martha jones, miranda lotto, nikola tesla, peggy carter, penelope garcia, peter parker (tas), piper halliwell, piter de vries, raven darkholme, rebekah mikealson, richie foley, rogue, rose tyler, sam merlotte, sam winchester, sawyer ford, seven of nine, shining armor, sookie stackhouse, sougo okita, spencer reid, spike, stefan salvatore, tear grants, tieria erde, tyki mikk, wally west, xander harris, yuuki kuran, yuuri shibuya, zatanna zatara, zero kiryuu

Day 221 — Morning mingle : Main shelter
[Wake up and smell the lack of coffee. You're on a bunk bed. Maybe you're a top and maybe you're a bottom. There are five other people in your room. Maybe they're friends or enemies or faces you barely recognize if at all. It doesn't matter much. You can leave this room and you don't need to come back to it.

You should get your rations though. You're probably hungry. You're definitely a little sluggish of body. What happened to that bruise you got sparing yesterday? What happened to your newly dyed hair? Mystery, mystery... Move along. Find the public bathrooms and do your business with a hundred of your closest friends.

Find the kiosk and get your rations. Careful not to let anyone steal them. You won't get more until tomorrow and the bots won't care. They aren't here to hold your hand. If you get sick or hurt and they deem it necessary they will take you to the hospital whether you wish it or not. But why dwell on such things? You're here now and you might as well enjoy it. You even get a free day today.]

(OOC: OOC info. This mingle takes place in the Main shelter over the morning hours.


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[info]matter
2013-06-02 08:38 am UTC (link)
[ if the compliment pleases her, she doesn't show it - but her lips purse with a hint of an answer and eyes follow him and she pivots some to give him room in front of the sink. he's not talking about caroline; why would he be. it only leaves one person. ] I was. [ it's a confirmation as much as a mild challenge. she wonders what he's getting at: probably that they can't trust her. she doesn't necessarily disagree with the sentiment. ] We found out a few things.

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[info]reaction
2013-06-02 09:36 am UTC (link)
[ Surprise, surprise -- he actually did mean Caroline. Totally noticed the slight defensiveness in the tone of her voice, but he doesn't comment on it. He's not entirely surprised that Elena would have found out a few things about this place. She can't ever just not do that princess warrior thing. It does make him feel slightly ashamed that all he did today was mope about, but he's blaming it all on the lack of a ring on his finger and his sensitive skin condition. ]

Were you planning on telling me? [ Damon realizes that he's probably lost her trust somewhat. Still, it doesn't stop him from asking (hoping). It's all he can do right now. Well. That and apologize. Except that last one's tricky. Apologizing tends to have the effect of leaving him too bare and open; it makes him feel all too vulnerable. His refusal to say that he's sorry has nothing to do with the fact that he thinks he's incapable of making mistakes or that he can't be wrong. He sabotages things on purpose for a reason. Apologizing is a choice to move forward from that point onwards; to be better, to be good, but he's not ready for all the expectations that might come from it.

He fills a pot with water and puts it on the stove. Time to make potato soup for two. He knows her well enough to know that she probably hasn't eaten much that evening. No need to ask. ]

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[info]matter
2013-06-02 01:52 pm UTC (link)
[ she answers on an exhale. ] Depends on if I was ever going to see you. [ maybe in any other tone it'd be an accusing thing to say. she's tired; even through the wryness she can hear the displeasure, or maybe that's because she knows it's there. (the quieted ache and longing.) but it's said and it's not the first thing she's said like it. she knows how she means it, and how he might take it.

there's the thing: she does trust him. (and she wants to trust him; that doesn't influence the other. it can't this time.) for a moment, she couldn't think straight enough to consider her trust in him - but she's starting to believe it wasn't because she lost it. it was because, even so shaken, it hadn't gone anywhere.

she decides to trust damon. she doesn't have a choice, so she decides.

tldr; if this is a question of trust, the answer is yes. ]

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[info]reaction
2013-06-02 02:35 pm UTC (link)
[ He puts the vegetables and everything else he had prepared into the pot and closes the lid before turning to face her again. ]

For the record, I was going to go look for you.

Do that creepy thing and watch you while you sleep. [ Probably -- definitely not what she'd like him to do, but there you go. He's not exactly avoiding her. He's just... giving her some space.

Sort of. Nngh. He has no idea what he's doing. He's just sick and tired of upsetting her. It's not what he wants. In fact, it's never been what he wants. He's just been making one dumb mistake after another. ]

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[info]matter
2013-06-02 02:48 pm UTC (link)
[ she believes him, that he would look for her, if he hadn't already. knows he probably found out from stefan she was here and fine. she doesn't linger over it, because she knows what he was doing - giving her space. giving the situation space. (she knows he's giving himself space. she knows it's because of mistakes.

horrible mistakes he couldn't be more responsible for.)

it's what she needed. (it's not what she wanted.)

she sighs, but there's amusement in it, in the curve of her mouth. looks away, shakes her head almost imperceptibly. ] I doubt you could be stealthy enough about it.

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[info]reaction
2013-06-02 03:12 pm UTC (link)
Pfft. You sleep like a log. Not so sure about witchy though. [ He drops a bag of tea into his cup and fills it with some hot water in preparation for his attempt to stay awake through the night.

There's still that nagging worry and paranoia in his head; that if he closes his eyes for even a second that he'd be gone or the people he cared about would be. ]

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[info]matter
2013-06-02 03:27 pm UTC (link)
[ that's definitely the fear and worry and hope keeping her up. wanting to go home, not wanting to leave or bonnie or caroline or anyone. if they even went home. being relocated like this doesn't help; reminds her just how much power the wardens have and what they can do with it, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop them.

her lips purse defiantly at the log comment (he's also right about bonnie; she wouldn't stand for it) - but they soften not a moment after. she watches him prepare the cup of tea, pauses some. (there is a lot she could tell him.) ] The anklets don't come off. And there are no punishments, no rules.

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[info]reaction
2013-06-02 03:58 pm UTC (link)
[ He lets out a roll of his eyes at the mention of the anklets not coming off. ] Well, I'm sure we'll be transfered back to the fish bowl soon enough. Guess I can live with being semi-human for a few days. [ He's taking it surprisingly well considering his senses are dull and his every movement feels sluggish. (Probably why even.)

Damon leans forward and offers her a sip of his tea. ]

Mm. No punishments, no rules and a communal shower. Whatever will we do.

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[info]matter
2013-06-02 04:03 pm UTC (link)
[ he gets a look. ] Probably get in trouble. [ she means a general 'we.' she's sure they'll be transferred back too - even if a part of her fears they might not. fears they will.

she cradles the cup with both of her hands, careful not to touch him. she thought she would be careful not to, but her fingertips graze his anyway. she takes a sip. ]

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[info]reaction
2013-06-02 04:29 pm UTC (link)
Oh, they'll take their chances. [ He lets out a hint of a smirk and watches as she drinks from his cup.

Being alone with her always feels familiar, comfortable, but it also comes with a certain longing for something more. (What else is new?) Almost abruptly, he looks away and moves to check on the pot of soup. ]

Think you can stay up for a quick bite to eat? [ He'd really like to just spend a little bit more time with her. Tomorrow seems far away. ]

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[info]matter
2013-06-02 04:50 pm UTC (link)
[ her eyes follow him as he moves away, knows why he does. she shouldn't stay. she's not in the mood for shouldn'ts. (she feels something and she's not sorry.) instead she exhales through her nose quietly and peers over the top of the pot. ] What are you making?

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[info]reaction
2013-06-02 05:14 pm UTC (link)
The poor man's soup. [ He stirs the pot with a ladle and dips a spoon in for a quick taste. ]

I hope you like your veggies. [ He's added just about everything into it. Might as well. By hook or by crook, he plans on getting that blood ration tomorrow. As it is, he already feels himself desiccating and he knows he can't afford to skip that vampire meal. ]

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[info]matter
2013-06-02 05:20 pm UTC (link)
[ she shakes her head with some amusement - more at him than his joke. more affectionate than amused. ] I don't think liking them will make a difference. [ she places the tea down next to him, moves around to his other side, where the dirty cutting board is. she rearranges some things, takes an uncut beet to slice. ]

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[info]reaction
2013-06-02 05:31 pm UTC (link)
[ He watches her go about being all domestic in the kitchen, but stops himself from making a comment. Instead he quietly sips on his tea, enjoying the company.

~~

Once the soup's cooked and he's poured it into two bowls and set one aside for Elena, he moves to sit on the bench. He says nothing, but waits to see if she'll join him. ]

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[info]matter
2013-06-02 05:58 pm UTC (link)
[ there's not much to say; maybe right now what they both would rather sink into is their quiet familiarity. elena knows that's it. for her, that's it. they talk little making the soup, working together with an ease elena knows has never been truly disturbed.

sometimes her eyes linger on him a second more than they should when he's dipping his head to taste the broth, leaning over to grab a utensil. she should be in bed. she's not. her gaze is steady, studying, not so much full of longing or hope as it is searching and scrutinizing. (she's been sad, alone, angry and hurt. she loves him, and that hasn't gone away.)

when he pours a bowl for her, her gaze lingers on him, down his neck. it doesn't escape her notice he sets it aside for her, gives her the option. she blinks at her soup on the counter for a half-moment, then picks it up as if she's doing something either brave or inconsequential - and slides in next to him.

she leans forward to grab and move the salt and pepper between them. ]

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[info]reaction
2013-06-07 01:31 pm UTC (link)
This is officially the worst soup I've ever made. Remind me to attempt to wipe this out of your memory when we get back. [ Ha ha. It's a joke. He's funny.

He's drinking it anyways. It actually tastes okay considering... Damon here's just fussy about what he puts in his mouth. Yummy blood, ridiculously expensive bourbon, french fries, pickles... ]

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[info]matter
2013-06-07 02:11 pm UTC (link)
[ under different circumstances, the smile and amused sigh would be less weighed - but it's not. she looks down at the soup, thinks about eating it - but instead places her spoon down. ] Damon, we need to talk. About Caroline, about everything. [ she turns towards him, her hands bracing against the bench between them. ] Or maybe I need to talk, and I need you to listen. [ it's only then she raises her eyes. maybe it's the quiet between them, that enough time has passed for her to come to this place. maybe she just knows she should have before. ] You hurt me, and you hurt Caroline. And I know that you know that, and you can't take it back.

I thought I could trust you. I thought I could trust you not to do something like that. Not anymore, not if - [ she swallows thickly. she thinks of jeremy; she thinks of bonnie - of all the awful things he's done. she thinks about how it changed, how those awful things suddenly became about keeping her safe. it doesn't make it better, but it was something she knew - damon wouldn't do anything awful just to hurt her. ] Not if you didn't have a reason.

[ she pauses, lets that settle between them. ] Maybe it makes me... [ she shakes her head, trails off. she's not sure what it makes her. ] I still trust you. And I'm not sorry that I do; I'm not sorry that I'm in love with you.

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[info]reaction
2013-06-08 11:42 am UTC (link)
[ Damon had been about to playfully chastise her the moment she put her spoon down, but then Elena starts to mention Caroline again, and as he's considering forcefully rolling his eyes and coming up with something typically blasé to say, he hears her mention trust, and then love.

It's the bit about love that stops his train of thought, completely derailing his attempt to -- well -- derail the conversation.

Elena's in love with him. Despite everything. Despite all the dick moves he's pulled in the past month alone. How is that possible? For her to want him? For her to just accept him when he's sure that no one in his life ever has?

Any minute now, he thinks he'll come up with some kind of a protest or an argument; maybe a silly remark about there being something in the water (she's not in her right mind -- there's too much else going on).

She's in love with him and he wants to believe her. He wants to be selfish with her.

He realizes that there's a whole list of things he can't do for her. He can't keep her completely safe in this place; they're not in control here. He can't protect her from losing the people she cares about; the dimensional stabilizer's a tricky thing. He can't get her home; there seems to be no way of escape.

And he can't undo what he's done to hurt her.

Still -- it's not at all surprising how it takes every bit of his control not to give in to what he wants; to just accept and not have to question every damn thing because it's what he does. But opening his big fat mouth and saying something incredibly ridiculous at serious moments like this is what he does too so...

Guess which option he's going to go for? ]

Mm. Pretty sure I didn't spike the soup. [ He glances down at her bowl. ] You barely had a taste. [ He fakes a pout at that. ]

Come on, Elena. Let's... not. You're making me blush. It's not attractive for a man my age.

[ Yack yack yack. All singsongy and with purpose even. He can keep talking all night. Just watch him. ]

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[info]matter
2013-06-08 07:02 pm UTC (link)
[ she's not sure what she's expecting - not anything. maybe it's not important how he reacts as long as she's said it. (she knows what she wants, what's important to her. she knows the first person she thought about was him when zatanna said robin was gone, and she knows that matters.

so does caroline, and so does sam...

she went looking for him after the luau because she was afraid to lose him, because no matter the consequences or anyone else's feelings, she wanted to keep him with her. knew he would never leave if he knew, if she made it clear she wouldn't settle for him disappearing.

he loves her, and it's a tool to use, a way to survive, something she's felt loathed to want or accept and has wanted and accepted all the same in equal measure.

this time she needs him to know, wants him to hear it. at the root of her pain over all this, the hardest part has been not saying it, believing for his own reasons he wouldn't want to hear it. knowing he believes in those reasons.

she loves him.) she pulls in a breath she holds at his response. it's flippant and evasive to anyone else, probably. but it softens and chides her, just a little. the trouble she feels is still there. knowing he's done awful things has never truly has slipped her mind; how she feels about him hasn't either.

she exhales. ] I want you to know that, Damon. I want you to know because [ she pauses - ] I want you and I know you want me too. This is what you do; you look at something good and decide to ruin it because you don't think you deserve it. And I'm telling you now: I'm not going to let you pull that with us. I love you, Damon; you mean too much to me.

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[info]reaction
2013-06-09 05:04 pm UTC (link)
[ All he has to do is let himself believe that something good could come out of this. That she's not going to change her mind anytime within the next...oh -- week or so when she realizes she's picked the wrong brother. It's easy. (Except for where it's not.)

Ugh. It's all Katherine's fault, really. She's messed him up to the point where he can't just accept the possibility that Elena could be really -- for realsies -- in love with him.

So now the big question is: will he just take what he can get and screw the later of it all?

Tick tock, tick tock.

Looks like he's going to hate himself for what he's about to do. ]

We both know I'm good enough for you, Elena. [ Here we go. ] I do horrible things. I'm a dick.

You know the rest. [ He gets up and moves to the sink for clean up duty. He knows she's getting pretty close with that lamp post, Sam Winchester, and it seems like she's made a choice not to be with Stefan (he's assuming -- since his brother's moved on to date Caroline), it's really best for Elena to be with someone who's not a whole century and a half older than her. Someone living. Someone who's not -- him.

And with Klaus gone and Rebekah seeming to be interested in playing nice and doing her own thing, Elena might have a chance at living a better life here without the Salvatore brothers' constant involvement. ]

If you're not going to eat -- you should get some sleep.

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[info]matter
2013-06-09 06:09 pm UTC (link)
[ weeks ago this hurt her - and it still hurts. it's not a rejection so much as it's a rejection of himself (but it still leaves her sleepless through the nights) and she can't help it; she can't. but she's tired of it. his response fortifies and weakens her, brings angry tears to her eyes. there's a fierceness about her, filling her to a brim. she's standing with him, her hand grabbing at his wrist, pulling his palm over her heart, her fingers pressing him into her skin.

(the horrible things he's done matter. but there is no 'good enough' - there can't be because every horrible thing she's done matters too. because she loves him just the way he is, through it all.) ] Look me in the eyes and tell me this feels wrong.

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[info]reaction
2013-06-09 08:42 pm UTC (link)
[ Did he actually expect her to walk away? Not really. Gilberts are known for their stubborn and unyielding nature.

When she grabs at his wrist, he's thinking: oh, goody, he's about to get slapped in the face -- (assume much?). It obviously takes him by surprise when she guides his hand to her chest.

Damon blinks, feeling the warmth of her skin through the palm of his hand, and the strong, steady beat of her heart. He draws in a breath and swallows; knows he's lost every bit of fight he had before he even looks her in the eyes. (She doesn't play fair.)

He moves his hand upwards, brushes his thumb over the curve of her jaw. ]

I'm a terrible liar.

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[info]matter
2013-06-09 11:16 pm UTC (link)
[ she's learned not to play fair, that not everyone will, or maybe she never has in the first place. she sees the honesty in his expression, feels it in his touch. her expression softens only just so - knowing if anything, she's gotten this far to him. (she tilts her chin up, feels a rush of relief and longing and determination, and with it, fear.) her hands cradle his face; her thumbs caress the skin beneath them.

they've been through so much getting here. ] Then don't lie to me. Don't lie to yourself. [ the words are decisive, hopeful, because she needs to take this chance. she's running high on faith and she's afraid - afraid he could just walk away. afraid what the truth is to him, even as she wants him, asks him, to feel how right this is. ]

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[info]reaction
2013-06-10 04:46 am UTC (link)
[ There's him listening to her every word, wanting to believe that it would be okay for him to admit that he wants this, wondering if they could get back what they almost had before. There's all the frown lines ever on his forehead as he reaches for her hand; having every intention of pulling it away (it's hard to think with her so close). He finds himself holding on instead, pressing his fingers into her wrist. ]

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[info]matter
2013-06-10 05:23 am UTC (link)
[ she doesn't need more than that, more than this. not now. she doesn't need a response or an answer; all she wants and needs is for him to stay. it's everything; it's enough. her eyes are full. the pressure of his fingers on her wrist uncoil something inside her. (she knows he would have pulled her hand away. she knows he won't, that he's not going to. it settles her, reassures her.) she moves forward, so close she remembers what it felt like to be against him. (not yet.) she pushes her fingertips into his hair and runs them down his neck, presses her palm to his chest.

her eyes have dropped, but now they lift to find his. it all seems so useless: thinking about what she should: about caroline, about sam (she can't, doesn't), about anything else, when all she wants, has been needing, is this moment. ]

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