( Elena understands it, somehow. That she believed she was someone else under different circumstances. But, that doesn't matter because this is real and it's getting more dangerous. )
Ian. Are you -- ( She looks back outside, and around to the walls. ) Are you on deck or down below?
Below. Guess no version of me wants to be upstairs, huh?
[ It's an adjustment, realizing he's still integrating his real memories with his false ones, but on a gut level he knows his conversations with Elena has been real. Though the finer details, well, he'd just wait and see if she brought it up. If he can help it.]
( She smiles to herself, her feet now moving back to the staircase bringing her back to the staterooms. )
If by trouble you mean, watching all the beautiful people get sliced in half because these wires sprung out from the walls, then, sure. I'm fine. I'm still a vampire. And still not going to do anything to you if you still worried about that. Is your room suddenly ... older and sunken looking?
( She stops, turning back around. Of course he's not in his room. )
No, it's okay.
( And then, the Engine Room. She knows where it is. She never went there. But, she did go into the ship's depths. )
I know where it is. ( At least in the direction. ) Ian. Be careful, okay? Stephen still thinks he's -- Stephen Harrington III. But, he's in his room and ( As far as she knows ) safe.
[ Ian doesn't bother with his clothing beyond pants and an undershirt. Back in his own mind, he doesn't care what anyone he might pass would think about his state of undress. He slips into his shoes and quietly steps into the hall, closing the door behind him.
He looks around as he walks. ]
Everything seems okay down here. Or, I don't know, quiet at least.
I may be me again, but I remember everything and I still care about him. It's like having a brother that I never really had. Except, I did, his name's Jeremy and he's off at art school.
( So. Something about her, then. She's since pulled her hair out of her tight bun and it's falling in big waves around her ear. )
I think it's because you weren't on deck. Until sunrise I'll see this ship like it sunk. My friend Damon told me by sunrise everything goes back to normal. Do you think that means I'll forget who I am again?
[ If he really thinks about it, Ian's head still feels fuzzy with the new information, but he knows he doesn't want to forget any of what's downloading its way back. ]
Okay, so we stay down here. Grab Steve and hole up. I'm not losing what I just got back.
Let's regroup first. Who knows if taking Steve and keeping him down there won't do more harm than good. Convincing him something is amiss is hard enough. Everybody thinks this is a vacation.
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Date: 2020-01-15 06:13 am (UTC)Ian. Are you -- ( She looks back outside, and around to the walls. ) Are you on deck or down below?
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Date: 2020-01-15 04:36 pm (UTC)[ It's an adjustment, realizing he's still integrating his real memories with his false ones, but on a gut level he knows his conversations with Elena has been real. Though the finer details, well, he'd just wait and see if she brought it up. If he can help it.]
Trouble with the beautiful people?
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Date: 2020-01-16 04:15 pm (UTC)If by trouble you mean, watching all the beautiful people get sliced in half because these wires sprung out from the walls, then, sure. I'm fine. I'm still a vampire. And still not going to do anything to you if you still worried about that. Is your room suddenly ... older and sunken looking?
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Date: 2020-01-17 05:41 am (UTC)Woah, woah, back up. People are getting sliced in half? What the fuck is going on?
[ It really does put the confirmation that she's a vampire lower of his list of concerns. ]
Are you okay?
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Date: 2020-01-17 05:48 am (UTC)( Doesn't matter, because she is making her way down the corridor as she speaks. )
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Date: 2020-01-17 06:01 am (UTC)[ Mickey's still asleep next to him, and he moves lightly out of the bed, sliding into his pants. ]
Can you get to the engine room? I'll meet you.
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Date: 2020-01-17 06:08 am (UTC)No, it's okay.
( And then, the Engine Room. She knows where it is. She never went there. But, she did go into the ship's depths. )
I know where it is. ( At least in the direction. ) Ian. Be careful, okay? Stephen still thinks he's -- Stephen Harrington III. But, he's in his room and ( As far as she knows ) safe.
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Date: 2020-01-17 03:53 pm (UTC)[ Ian doesn't bother with his clothing beyond pants and an undershirt. Back in his own mind, he doesn't care what anyone he might pass would think about his state of undress. He slips into his shoes and quietly steps into the hall, closing the door behind him.
He looks around as he walks. ]
Everything seems okay down here. Or, I don't know, quiet at least.
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Date: 2020-01-18 07:07 am (UTC)( So. Something about her, then. She's since pulled her hair out of her tight bun and it's falling in big waves around her ear. )
I think it's because you weren't on deck. Until sunrise I'll see this ship like it sunk. My friend Damon told me by sunrise everything goes back to normal. Do you think that means I'll forget who I am again?
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Date: 2020-01-19 02:24 am (UTC)[ If he really thinks about it, Ian's head still feels fuzzy with the new information, but he knows he doesn't want to forget any of what's downloading its way back. ]
Okay, so we stay down here. Grab Steve and hole up. I'm not losing what I just got back.
[ His memories or Mickey. ]
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Date: 2020-01-21 11:34 pm (UTC)Let's regroup first. Who knows if taking Steve and keeping him down there won't do more harm than good. Convincing him something is amiss is hard enough. Everybody thinks this is a vacation.