( it's pretty clear this is his brother, he assumes. as clear as it is that he was the least imaginative he could be. he's stefan, he's always been stefan. (it'll always be stefan.)
feelings he has about his brother being here and from further back than him are pressed down deep so he can focus on logic and getting the lay of the land. )
The network on these iPhones is completely public. I stumbled onto a welcome brochure and it answers some of our questions.
( And poses even more, as if the circus doesn't. )
Also, someone named Buffy or calling herself Buffy thinks there are "loads of vampires around" and "other demony types." I don't think she discovered we can filter our conversations. Probably because we're all from across time and, as weird as this is to say, other universes. Another person named Finn asked if her slayer senses were tingling.
What does that sound like to you?
( He holds back asking if his brother is staying out of trouble. His brother back then was much more volatile and didn't have Elena's love to ground him or drive him crazy. They have a lot more to catch up on and a lot Stefan feels is irrelevant. He sticks to facts for now. )
Did we get stuck in an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Please, I'd take an Anne Rice novel over this
[ give him a second, he's adjusting to all this. he'll have more to say when the room stops spinning and he's drunk enough bourbon to dull the itch in his arm. ]
( Okay, an episode or two here or there. But not enough to know if this is like that. )
I'd come to you, but to be honest I found a bar and I don't want to get lost on the way to your room.
( Drinking just feels like a better alternative right now. Now he's going to ask about his brother's headspace and not his physical state. That he hasn't put two and two together the when his brother is from and what was happening. Before his summer in Klaus' debt. And remembering Rebekah. He lets the sip of whiskey burn away memories of that time. )
Well it's not like I was waiting for every episode, I had better things to do in the 90s
[ as you well know, stefan. ]
Still alive.
[ which isn't all that matters, but hey, it wasn't guaranteed, either. near as he can tell, the bite is spreading far more slowly than it should, which is a weird bit of luck that he's not sure how to deal with. maybe he should kill himself, get it over with? the welcome packet said death isn't permanent here... but damon hasn't gotten this far by trusting anything blindly.
ugh. he doesn't want to think about this. his head hurts and his skin feels too tight and his arm still itches. ]
Worried about Elena. She needs us, Stefan.
[ he wouldn't usually be this up-front about his concern—not unless he was trying to antagonize stefan, at least—but he's dying, he doesn't have time to beat around the bush. ]
( For the record, he's now tasked with two conversations. One, he will save for his son's birthday. This one he'd like to nip in the bud. Blood-related or not, he told Damon to hold rank and present a united front. But Roza bowled him over with personality.
Well, Damon. You were right. Guiseppe Salvatore is the father. A pity our Maury Povitch moment is now overshadowed by our newfound half sister being implicated in murder.
A C&D is being drawn up as we speak, we're looking into getting an immediate take-down order to the server owner, and the suit should be filed in the morning.
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feelings he has about his brother being here and from further back than him are pressed down deep so he can focus on logic and getting the lay of the land. )
The network on these iPhones is completely public. I stumbled onto a welcome brochure and it answers some of our questions.
( And poses even more, as if the circus doesn't. )
Also, someone named Buffy or calling herself Buffy thinks there are "loads of vampires around" and "other demony types." I don't think she discovered we can filter our conversations. Probably because we're all from across time and, as weird as this is to say, other universes. Another person named Finn asked if her slayer senses were tingling.
What does that sound like to you?
( He holds back asking if his brother is staying out of trouble. His brother back then was much more volatile and didn't have Elena's love to ground him or drive him crazy. They have a lot more to catch up on and a lot Stefan feels is irrelevant. He sticks to facts for now. )
so it begins
Please, I'd take an Anne Rice novel over this
[ give him a second, he's adjusting to all this. he'll have more to say when the room stops spinning and he's drunk enough bourbon to dull the itch in his arm. ]
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( Okay, an episode or two here or there. But not enough to know if this is like that. )
I'd come to you, but to be honest I found a bar and I don't want to get lost on the way to your room.
( Drinking just feels like a better alternative right now. Now he's going to ask about his brother's headspace and not his physical state. That he hasn't put two and two together the when his brother is from and what was happening. Before his summer in Klaus' debt. And remembering Rebekah. He lets the sip of whiskey burn away memories of that time. )
How are you doing with all of this?
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[ as you well know, stefan. ]
Still alive.
[ which isn't all that matters, but hey, it wasn't guaranteed, either. near as he can tell, the bite is spreading far more slowly than it should, which is a weird bit of luck that he's not sure how to deal with. maybe he should kill himself, get it over with? the welcome packet said death isn't permanent here... but damon hasn't gotten this far by trusting anything blindly.
ugh. he doesn't want to think about this. his head hurts and his skin feels too tight and his arm still itches. ]
Worried about Elena. She needs us, Stefan.
[ he wouldn't usually be this up-front about his concern—not unless he was trying to antagonize stefan, at least—but he's dying, he doesn't have time to beat around the bush. ]
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I saved a present in case you're still hungry. 💋
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Is that the corset I bought you in Paris?
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The very same. But I think it deserves a moment on its own. Put your phone under the table this time, if you insist.
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Can they trust her? )
What do we really know about her, Damon?
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[ not everyone is being a territorial cat hissing at intruders, dear stefano. ]
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in Italian to the end
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The gang's all here, huh?
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[ has anyone told him about the half-sister? probably not. after all, ]
We didn't see you at the funeral, Doctor.
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But I'm sorry for your loss, Damon. He was a titan.
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[ he was also a bastard. unfortunate how often those two traits coincide. ]
I was sorry to hear about you and Christine. I always thought she was good for you.
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mr. salvatore-the-elder, right?
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[and the last name is -- notorious in certain circles.]
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Also, told you.
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text | un: stefan
Also, there is no longer an O at the end of my name and our father is long, long dead.