Elena Gilbert (youliedtome) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2017-03-20 17:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *hannahgrace, *keltie, clara oswald, elena salvatore |
Elena had only been in Atlantis for a few hours but already she already felt absolutely drained. After having been put under a magical sleeping spell, she hadn’t thought she’d ever want to sleep again but she could already feel the unmistakable ache in her limbs as they grew heavy. Still, Elena refused to sleep just yet. She was still trying to process all the information she’d been given since she arrived. It was overwhelming, that was the only way she could describe it. Her hands were wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, her eyes staring blankly at an empty expanse of brown flooring from where she sat on the grey corner sofa in the living area of the apartment in which she had woken up. She had changed into some yoga pants and a t-shirt, with thick, woolen socks on her feet, when she’d parted from Rose, and, although the fact that the clothes in the drawers were all her own from home unsettled her, she was glad now for the comfort. She had her legs pulled up underneath her to one side as she tried to make herself feel small, protected. She couldn’t help but think that all of this would be so much easier to deal with if only Damon were here with her. He’d said he’d be there when she woke, so where was he? Since the few people that Clara and befriended and cared about left Atlantis, she had mostly spent a lot of time out riding her motorbike around the city. It was better than going home and staring at the same four walls with no one to talk to. Sometimes she would wish that Emily could have stayed as her roommate after the great room switch, but instead she had ended up with no one. So, it had been a few hours before she decided to head on back. With her helmet in her hand, she headed inside, stopping when she saw someone sitting on the couch. “Hello?” Did she get a new roommate or did this woman walk into the wrong apartment? Stranger things have happened! Elena looked up, jolted out of her thoughts, when someone entered the room. She didn’t recognise the girl at all which, after the shock of meeting Rose, she was glad of. She didn’t think she could take many more surprises like that - not today, at least. “Hi,” Elena said, over the top of her coffee cup. She knew she was supposed to be here, that this was her apartment now too, but she couldn’t help but feel like an intruder here. She had been lucky at college, being roomed with at least one person that she knew, so she hadn’t ever had to face a situation like this before. She wished she had Caroline as back up this time. “I’m Elena,” she explained, a little awkwardly. “I think I’m your new roommate.” “Hello,” Clara greeted back as she set her helmet down and walked closer to where the woman was sitting. The only reason somebody that she didn’t know would be sitting there would be the fact that Atlantis had decided to give her a new flatmate. She couldn’t help but to smile when Elena introduced herself. Yep, she had been right. New roommate. Maybe this one will get to stick around longer than a few weeks. “I’m Clara.” She took a seat on the other end of the couch, still smiling. “How long have you been here?” Did she just arrive or had she been sitting there for hours? Clara. Okay. This was good, she could do this. She was a sensible, capable adult. She was absolutely able to have a roommate called Clara. “I arrived a few hours ago,” Elena enlightened, fiddling with the handle of her coffee cup as she talked. “Although it feels like longer,” she added dryly. The encounter with Rose had provided more information than most people would be able to digest in a week and Elena’s head was still reeling from the whole situation. “Have you been here long?” Elena asked in return, trying her best to force her frazzled brain into doing small talk. “Oh, well then, you haven’t been sitting here in silence for too long then.” Clara could see that Elena was nervous. She didn’t blame her. Not everyone was expecting to pick up a coin and wake up in a whole new reality. “I have been for three months.” There have been a few moments where she thought about leaving, going back to her own reality. But, then she’d always talk herself out of it. “Do you have anyone here that you know” she asked after a moment of silence. “I used to, but they ended up getting sent back home.” Elena gave a small, mirthless laugh. She’d been stuck in a coffin for God knows how long, with nothing but silence, and here she was seeking it out again without even realising, just a few hours after she’d woken up. “You know,” she said, absentmindedly. “I didn’t think I’d want silence ever again but, after the day I’ve had, it’s been kinda nice.” She smiled and looked up at her new roommate. “I’m sorry,” Elena replied when Clara told her that her friends had been sent home. She absolutely knew how it felt to be separated from her friends, even if she knew she’d see them again one day. “I think some of my friends are here,” she said, a small frown creasing her brow. Rose had said that Bonnie was here but Elena almost didn’t want to let herself believe that was possible. She didn’t want to believe only to be let down again; that would hurt too much. “I haven’t spoken to anyone yet, though,” she added. “Except someone called Rose…” Elena trailed off, wondering whether Clara had met Rose before and knew what she looked like, who she looked like. “Why is that?” Clara was curious why Elena thought she would never want silence ever again. Did something happen to her before she picked up the coin? More than likely. It seemed like most of them were no stranger to trouble. “Having a rough first day?” She shrugged her shoulders a little. “It’s okay. I knew there was a possibility that it could happen. I just hadn’t realized it would have been so soon.” Not only did everyone have a choice to go back home, but she knew that the system messed up and sent people back home that actually wanted to stay. “Well, that’s good,” she said with a smile. “Oh, well, I’m sure you’ll be able to get into contact with them once you’ve settled.” So, Elena had talked to Rose. She never actually met the woman, but she had seen her all over the network. Thinking about her right now finally made something click in Clara’s mind, though. “She’s your face twin.” Elena frowned, not sure how she was supposed to explain the Sleeping Beauty spell to other people. She supposed, in this world, it was okay to talk openly about the weird and supernatural but that didn’t mean she understood how to explain it herself. “I was asleep,” she ventured hesitantly, glancing up at Clara to gauge her reaction. “For a while.” It sounded ridiculous now she was saying it out loud. She didn’t even know exactly how long she’d slept for. It could have been five minutes, for all she knew, or she could have been asleep for 60 years. “It was a spell,” she added, trying to rationalise it. “Yeah,” said Elena, her lips pulling into a sort of grimace. “That was a fun thing to deal with immediately after arriving here.” She laughed, shaking her head, and took a sip of her coffee. “Do you think your friends might come back?” Elena asked, trying not to sound too hopeful or project her own feelings on the matter of absent friends onto her roommate. Rose had said that Damon had been here before, that she’d barely missed him. Maybe, just maybe, he’d come back. If only Elena knew of all the wonders and weird things that Clara had seen on her travels with the Doctor. Whatever Elena ends up telling her, it won’t seem so far fetched. As Elena explained, Clara listened. “So, you were like a real life Sleeping Beauty.” Now she could understand why Elena had said what she said about the silence. “I can only imagine.” She didn’t have a face twin here, but she could only imagine how it would feel, especially only after waking up from a spell and being in a new place. She shrugged her shoulders a little. “I don’t know,” she told her. “I want to believe that they might come back, but I also understand if they don’t want to.” She wasn’t even sure if they would remember being here if they did show up again. “Until then, I will just have to make more friends,” she said with a smile. Elena found that she was ridiculously relieved that Clara seemed to just accept what she’d said, without looking at he like she was completely mad. “Right,” she replied, a small smile spreading across her lips. It was strangely nice to talk about this, to get it out in the open and have someone listen and want to understand. “That’s how I’ve been thinking about it. I just wish all it took was a kiss to wake me up,” she added, a little wistfully. Elena nodded at Clara’s words. “That’s probably a good way to be,” she agreed. She would have to try to follow that advice herself. She would make the most of the friends she did have here and get to work on making more. It wouldn’t make up for the fact that Damon wasn’t here, but it would at least distract her and, hopefully, she’d find some good friends along the way. “Now that would be a very good way to wake up. Even if you aren’t under a Sleeping Beauty spell.” Now Clara was smiling. It just seemed romantic, well, not the spell part, but being woken up that way. She really did need to take her own advice, of course. She really hadn’t been very talkative since the others had left. Maybe having Elena as her flatmate would get her back out there again. “When Rose spoke to you, did she warn you that strange things do happen around here?” Elena deserved to know that even though they were all brought there because of the war, the hologram seemed to have left out the bit where odd things could and will happen to them during their stay. Elena nodded, returning Clara’s smile. She honestly couldn’t think of a better way to wake up than with Damon beside her, kissing her awake like he had done so often at home. It would have been a hell of a lot nicer than how she’d woken up here, just a few hours ago: alone, scared and disoriented. Elena took a sip of her coffee, frowning a little at Clara’s question. “Besides inexplicably looking like people from other worlds?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. She wasn’t sure what could be more strange than that. “What kind of strange things are you talking about?” The fact that Elena had to ask that question meant that she hadn’t been informed of all the strange things that have happened around the city. “Well,” Clara started off, “people swapped bodies for a few days. They heard voices of gods. Most of the time the food and/or drinks at the parties make you get an urge to do things that you wouldn’t normally do. There have been other things, but you get the idea.” Elena raised her eyebrows before sighing. Of course this place wasn’t going to be nice and normal. That would be giving her a break and she had learned that life never gave her a break. “That sounds… fun,” Elena said, unable to hide the sarcasm in her voice. She shrugged. “Still, I suppose it could be worse,” she reasoned. She could still be asleep, for one thing. At least here she had a chance to live, to see her friends again, to get the life that had been denied her at home. It certainly could be worse. Elena took a deep breath, looking down at her the near-empty coffee cup in her hands. “I think I might get another coffee,” she told Clara, looking back up at her new roommate. She didn’t want to sleep just yet; the coffee would help keep her awake for a few more hours at least. “Would you like me to get you one too?” she asked, hopefully. “Maybe you could show me what’s good to watch on tv here?” “It’s not completely bad. And it doesn’t always affect everyone. The last that happened to me was that I got to fly around like Mary Poppins. It was quite interesting and fun.” That was one thing she wouldn’t mind doing again or something similar to it. “Just don’t be surprised if you wake up one day with green skin.” That’s all she wanted to warn Elena about. She deserved to know what this place was capable of. “It could be worse. Just remember that,” she said with a small smile. “Yes, please.” She wasn’t going to bed any time soon, so why not stay up and have a cup with Elena and channel surf. “I could do that,” she said, “maybe we’ll find something to poke fun of as well.” She was going to like Elena being her flatmate. She could already tell. |