War Is Coming Communications.

I don't know about you lot. But, I could do with some fun.

How do people feel about a karaoke night?

Hey, Eva. Can we borrow your bar?

Well crapsticks.

Girls, I need me some advice

What's with the creepy doll?

I mean, I probably don't want to know, knowing this place, but seriously.

( Damon )

Still human, huh?

( Lexi )

Let's celebrate my ex-girlfriend's face twin's birthday by seeing how fast we can drink up all the tequila in town.

... that might be the weirdest sentence ever.

Huh. This feels different.

I seem to have picked up a little telekinesis.

[Texts to Elena - Which due to tech fail are actually sent to Stefan and Lexi instead]

>> Hey, baby.
>> Are you getting home soon?
>> I was thinking I could cook us dinner, and then run a bubble bath.
>> And then we could go to the bedroom for dessert.
>> Actually, lets skip dinner and just go straight to dessert.
>> I'm far too impatient to get you naked.

~ I wanna be a part of BA Buenos Aries Big Apple

Kay so. Here it is.

A lot of you are new. So call this an icebreaker. I have never. If you have done the thing comment and explain, first person to comment with the thing you pick a new I have never...

Start it out easy.

I have never gotten so drunk- sick I swore off that kind of alcohol forever

D'you know what I'm not so keen on waking up to in the middle of the night?

A HAIRY.

LEGGY.

VICIOUS.

DIRTY ROTTEN.

NO GOOD.

JUMP ON YOUR FACE WHILE YOU'RE SLEEPING AND SCUTTLE ROUND YOUR NOSE LIKE IT'S A PERFECTLY NATURAL THING TO DO.

COMPLETELY USELESS.

HUNDRED EYED.

SPAWN OF TOM BLOODY RIDDLE HIMSELF.

SPIDER.

It's funny, really. Time passes and our perceptions of the past change. We often rewrite our histories, whether to ease our pains or to paint ourselves in a better light or for any of a myriad of reasons. We shape our own pasts and often it is the lies we tell ourselves that define us moreso than our truths. Honesty is such a difficult thing that we are rarely honest, even with ourselves.

And then, in an instant, we can remember. And know the truth about ourselves and the world. And, in that instance, everything changes and the way we see things is irrevocably altered. And we must reexamine ourselves and see if there is a way to fit into our old lives.

niklaus.

I am undone, brother. Our mother has made me into something I have never wanted to be. A monster. And yet, I cannot truly blame her. This was inside me all along, carefully hidden behind a mask I have worn for all too long. She merely made me remove that mask and acknowledge what was underneath.

I am sorry. I should not trouble you with this. I imagine there is quite a lot on your own mind, things being as they are. If there is anything I can do for you, you only need ask.

But there are things I must tell you, when you are ready to hear them.

hayley.

I am sorry.

I know that I should see you. I want to see you. But I cannot.

There is something wrong with me, a sickness inside me, and I would not subject you to that. I should not even presume, given how things have been between us of late, but I care for you too much to risk it. You deserve better than a broken man

alexia.

I need your help.

First, Two things.

1. Holy Musical Gaga. I bow down to her voice. Girl needs to cut the synth yo.
2. This week, Bed of Roses. Free drinks for displaced. And natives that look at me with puppy eyes. I'm looking at you Sammikins.
2.5 Not you Damon. Not tonight. No harshing my happy


Its sucked. It has. But we're awesome and nothing has tried to brutally murder us in a while so score one for Team Lawrence.

Hi to you newbies. I'm Lexi, I run the most awesome bar in the city and I will do what I can to help you figure this crazy out. Also FYI  I'm down some bar staff so let me know if any of you might need some work

[Stefan]

How are you? I mean, you're down one blonde. And its kinda been a mess the last few weeks

[Che]

You, me, sangria and kareoke

Eddie Redmayne is still cute in alternate realities apparently.


[Filtered to Kol]
I'm presuming you've found God and moved to Pennsylvania to lead a simple life, make butter and grow a beard.

Because there is no other reason, that I can think of, why you wouldn't have come to sweep me off my feet see me when I got here. Or at least called.

Well, this isn't really the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me, but it's still pretty weird. Hello, Lawrence. They tell me I was here before, but I don't remember, so I'm sorry if I should know who you are and I don't. Losing your memory is a real pain in the ass.

For those of you who don't know me, I'm Stefan Salvatore.

( Lexi )

So, were you actually going to tell me about Lee anytime ever?

EVERYONE. BED OF ROSES. RIGHT THE HELL NOW.

THERE IS A STEFAN. Okay so he doesn't remember before. But he's here!

I needed this today.

And yes Damon. You can come in. This once. You are not however allowed at the bar when I'm at the bar. Or I'll punch you. And laugh.

[Text to Lexi]

- Hey.
- I'm really sorry about Lee.
- I don't know if you want to throw yourself into work and distract yourself
- Or go do something else...
- But I can take care of the bar and help wherever I can.

[Text to Marcel]

- Just wanted to check in.
With everyone --, I can't l--

» are you still here?
» Cami said she hadnt seen Lee
» and I'm hoping that's cause he's been busy with you
» but if not
» where are you?

Just a friendly warning to whoever out there decided it was a good idea to shoot my daughter.

I will find you, and I will tear your heart out. Trust me, I don't do idle threats. I don't care who you are. Or what you are capable of. You better start running.

[Filtered to Davina]

Hey! How you feeling today?

Want some ice cream or anything?

Three things.

1. It doesn't work kissing locals. Like probably would work on those the seal has dicked with before but random Joe in my bar? Nope.
2. Sorry guy from Hogwarts land. I couldn't let Damon get one up on me. You so have a free tab like all week
3. Flowers. Again? You really gonna send me 'Sometimes I do bad things' flowers every time you're a douche

I might have...gone a little mad.

Christmas mix on loop. Hour four.

Fairytale of cold outside, run over by red nosed sleigh ride bells night

On the upside there's mulled wine and gingerbread. Cause Bed of Roses owns Christmas. Officially. We have deeds.

Don't care what anyone says. I will never believe this isn't true. No one shatter my illusions