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OPEN • take a whole or a part of me
CHARACTERS: elena gilbert + everyone and anyone!!
WHERE: utilities hangar / kitchen / beyond
WHEN: vague handflapping all the time
SUMMARY: come witness elena as she performs such remarkable feats as terribly attempting her own first aid, accidentally freezing her lunch, and other such tragic adventures | symbiote abilities & permissions for reference, closed and open options
WARNINGS: ehhhh probably nothing / mentions of vamp biting if that's a thing that troubles people???
( i ) TAKE A BITE OF MY HEART TONIGHT ( closed | sam )
( ii ) I'VE NEVER BEEN ANYWHERE AS COLD AS YOU ( closed | lexa & shiro )
( iii ) PUT YOUR PINKY RINGS UP TO THE MOON ( open )
( iiii ) WE'LL ALL FLOAT ON ANYWAY( open )
WHERE: utilities hangar / kitchen / beyond
WHEN: vague handflapping all the time
SUMMARY: come witness elena as she performs such remarkable feats as terribly attempting her own first aid, accidentally freezing her lunch, and other such tragic adventures | symbiote abilities & permissions for reference, closed and open options
WARNINGS: ehhhh probably nothing / mentions of vamp biting if that's a thing that troubles people???
( i ) TAKE A BITE OF MY HEART TONIGHT ( closed | sam )
( the thing is, she's not going to complain to Damon.
partly this is because of stubbornness, of course. there had been an insinuation that she couldn't handle this and there's nothing that can get Elena's hackles raised quite like that. it's not just her pride though, thankfully. regardless of her complicated feelings surrounding the man (vampire, whatever) she does genuinely believe that he has no vested interest in hurting her. if she comes whining and huffing about the bite wounds that are par for the course of being bitten, it's only a matter of time before he comes to the conclusion that she's not cut out for this. potentially leading to problems with feeding, potentially leading to random innocents being attacked, et cetera et cetera et cetera. so she's not just being obnoxious when she refuses to see Damon about the problem - she's being obnoxious with the good of the hive at heart or something.
the problem in question is her wrist. the bleeding had stemmed quite easily when bitten earlier, but clearly her movements or a knock or something has opened it up again. the wound is nothing dramatic or life threatening, of course. given enough time it would probably close up again of its own accord, but honestly Elena doesn't much feel like drip dripping her way around the station until then, and her clothing choices are far too limited to dedicate a shirt to stemming the flow. besides, there has to be a first aid kit around here somewhere, right?
after some consideration the utilities department seems like the best bet, and Elena is so thankful that she'd spent the first few days in the station painstakingly sticking her nose into every nook and cranny. it's not exactly easy to find, she's still fresh off the bot and navigating this place is still painful at best, but she manages it eventually. she's none too subtle when she starts digging through any and every box, shelf, drawer or cabinet she can find, but she's coming up incredibly empty handed.
if the behaviour seems in any way shady before, it becomes so much worse once she's caught in the act. although she doesn't exactly know if what she's doing is against any kind of unspoken rule, she still quickly slaps a hand over the two puncture wounds on her wrist and fakes a bright, totally innocent smile. even without a mental link, it's not exactly hard to see that Elena is hiding something. she's normally better at subterfuge than this, honestly. )
Hey- oh- I'm- ( she hasn't actually thought of an excuse to be rooting through what appears to be quite specialised equipment and it shows, but she's not a total idiot so it only lasts a moment. ) I was just looking around, I still don't really know where anything is. I thought I was heading to the kitchen...
( playing the newbie card, nailed it. )
( ii ) I'VE NEVER BEEN ANYWHERE AS COLD AS YOU ( closed | lexa & shiro )
( when she's not sneaking around trying to treat entirely non-dramatic wounds in overly dramatic fashions, Elena can be found in a number of places regularly. one of them is actually the kitchen - there's nothing that can make a person feel at home quite like sipping some imitation of a coffee, after all. this is her current goal, and she's messing around with various settings on things to get it as piping hot as she'd like. so long as nothing explodes there's no harm done, right?
sort of.
Elena hasn't actually come across the whole symbiote ability issue yet. it's been a whirlwind since her arrival, and the mental link has taken more than enough of her energy and focus, anything else that might have changed in her mind has gone unnoticed up until now. problem is, it's kind of hard to ignore an ability when it just sort of...happens.
the can of coffee between her hands is hot, maybe not as hot as she'd like it but there's definitely steam involved, and it's not enough to scald her hands but it's definitely uncomfortable. but strangely, her hands start getting hotter. and hotter, and hotter, and she looks down at the drink in her hands to see the surface starting to crystallise. with ice.
the container gets dropped onto the nearest flat surface abruptly, and Elena stares at her hands like they've just grown heads. they're still hot to touch, uncomfortably so, and she can't help but express her complete and utter confusion to the room at large. )
What the hell was that?
( which to an innocent bystander might well just look like Elena is incredibly distressed by iced coffee, but y'know. she's not much thinking about clarity right now. )
( iii ) PUT YOUR PINKY RINGS UP TO THE MOON ( open )
( when she's not being horrified by powers or griping about war wounds, Elena quite likes to spend time in the rec room. it's the closest to feeling normal that she's managed to find here, and that's quite appealing on a space station, honestly. most of the time she can be found fussing with cards or flicking through the books left lying around in the library, but today she's come across a journal.
it feels like it's been years since she wrote in her own.
if she knew how to find her own she of course would have, but there doesn't seem to be a request system around here. and if she hadn't found some kind of pen lying around she definitely wouldn't have considered the thought. it worked out too well though, a half-empty journal and pen practically falling into her lap all in the same day?
in a display of her classic remarkable sneaking skills, Elena glances around a few times before she opens the book to a blank page and smooths it out. there's more glancing when she touches the pen to paper, but since she's apparently satisfied that no one is watching her semi-shady documentation project, she starts writing:
Dear diary,...
no one ever said that Elena was original. )
( iiii ) WE'LL ALL FLOAT ON ANYWAY( open )
( a generic misc. option for anyone who has a specific idea in mind! feel free to buzz me via PM/plurk @ sharknado if you want a special tailored starter, otherwise anyone is welcome to run into elena around and about the station because quite frankly she is a nosy busybody sometimes. party hard, brethren. )
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but in real time, his offer is a good one. it’s sensible and generous and elena should really take it, but doing that means revealing the very specific looking set of wounds on her wrist. briefly she wonders if maybe her stance on accepting healing from damon might have been the smarter decision, but the risk…it’s too much.
still, she’s faced with a pretty difficult decision ahead of her. accept the help ( that realistically, she probably needs ) and potentially open herself up to difficult and unanswerable question, or try and figure this out for herself and probably continue to fail.
he seems nice. maybe he’ll accept a non-answer. it’s a better gamble than taking vampire blood into her system, anyway. )
It’s only small. ( she says, and elena’s demeanour changes slightly. she clearly looks cautious as she watches him, brows furrowing just a little as she delays, and delays, and finally lifts her hand up off of her wrist. the two puncture wounds are neat, small, and barely bleeding any more. ) It just needs covering.
( probably. she’s hardly a medical expert. and now she’s just going to….really closely assess any reaction she can see from the man, and make sure she doesn’t potentially need to hightail it out of here before people can start crying “vampire”. )
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Except, well. She's obviously being real damn cagey about whatever injury she's got going on, which in Sam's experience means it's either embarrassing, something that's a lot worse off than she implied, or something that she doesn't want a lot of questions asked about.
Fortunately, unless Sam's getting himself involved in things, he's not exactly the prying type. He's got no problem with patching her up and sending her on her way - for the most part - and he doesn't even blink when she reveals the puncture wounds.
It doesn't look like any snake bite he's ever seen before, and going by what he'd seen in Damon's mind... yeah, he's guessing he knows what this is. It's a clean bite, doesn't look like an attack, and Sam stays calm as he takes a closer look at it. ]
Just got two questions. One - how we gotta bandage it depends on whether you got reason to suspect that the bite's venomous.
[ It looks like it's already healed a little bit so Sam figures that any potential poison already started working its way into her bloodstream, but he's gotta ask anyway. Same as he's gotta ask the next one. ]
Two - I don't give a shit about details, but is this something that's gonna be dangerous for you or other people here?
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she's not about to spill all of her ( or, more accurately damon's ) secrets to this guy, but at least he's not freaking out about it. )
It's not venomous. ( this part is easy enough to answer, and elena sounds confident in her response. it's the second question that gives her pause, because...it's complicated. when isn't it? if she'd been asked only a few weeks ago she wouldn't have even hesitated. yes, would have been her answer, he's dangerous, he's killed and tortured and he'll do it again.
but a few weeks make a big difference, and now the question twists at her insides as she doubts all of her opinions once believed as pure fact. so is he going to be a danger to other people? )
I don't think so. ( said with far less conviction. certainly she at least believes that she isn't in any danger, that much is obvious. it's everyone else that's the question. ) No, no I think it'll be fine.
( once more with feeling, elena. )
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He doesn't, though. Just because she's newer and probably doesn't have control of her shields doesn't mean that he has any right to her thoughts or emotions. It's one of the biggest reasons that he'd started working so hard to get his shielding up, and it's not like he's gonna drop it now.
So he nods again. He believe her, at least for the moment. ]
Okay. If that ever changes - well, I'm pretty good at not judging, all right? [ There's a pause as he realizes he hasn't even introduced himself, and he shoots her a little smile. ] I'm Sam Wilson, by the way.
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She's warier now, more cautious and careful, and yet there's something about Sam that inspires trust all the same. Maybe it's just the fact that he hasn't pushed her, he's been willing to help without forcing any further information. The limited questions he has asked have been perfectly reasonable, after all.
It's more restraint than Elena could say that she would show if the situation was reversed. )
Sam Wilson, good at not judging. ( She can't help but grin a little as she nods. It's unlikely that she'll be forgetting this guy any time soon. How often does someone treat suspicious looking wounds on suspicious looking teenagers and not freak out a little. ) I'm Elena. Elena Gilbert, good at not getting into trouble.
( Hilarious. )
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And he's used to rolling with the punches. He can go with this - especially when she introduces herself, and yeah, he thinks he might like her.
He laughs, low and amused. ]
I don't know if anyone here's good at not getting into trouble, myself included. [ He's teasing - although honestly, it is kind of true - and he tilts his head back towards the hangar. ] My kit's back out in the hangar, you can come get it with me or hang here, whatever's easier.
[ Whatever she's more comfortable with. ]
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( As far as Elena can tell there doesn't seem to be any thread connecting the lot of them, but a propensity for finding trouble certainly seems like it might fit the bill. She's still meeting people, still getting to know them, but from what she's seen so far, she'd hedge her bets that there aren't many people who fall outside of that. )
Let's go take a look. ( Her arms fold over her chest, the injured wrist moved with more care than the other, and then she's standing straight. She's smiling, and she tips her head in the direction of the hangar. ) This way, right?
( It's a question, but one she clearly already knows the answer to since she's already walking in that direction. A change of scenery would be good. )
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[ It's an interesting point, actually - there isn't a single one of them that Sam'd say falls out of that category. Maybe that's what this Enemy they're fighting seeks out, or what the symbiote needs to bond with.
Maybe the symbiote attracts trouble as much as the rest of them.
He shoots her a smile as he starts walking with her, pointing out one of the smaller ships that looks least like it belongs as part of the Station. When they get there, he pops the hatch, starting up the stairs. ]
Home away from home. Come on up.
[ There's a pile of folded up blankets and pillows on one of the chairs inside the ship, some dishes stacked neatly by a tiny sink, and what looks like a metal backpack tucked next to a quiver with a couple of arrows in a far corner of the ship. ]