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twenty-eighth jump;
CHARACTERS: Any and all.
LOCATION: Gravity Couches and beyond.
WARNINGS: Maybe some swearing, or even some violence, and more than likely some implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: It could just be the standard sensation of air on wet skin, but if you bother to check, you might notice the steam rising from your body, barely there and gone within a minute. By the time you get to the showers, it will be clear that it's not just taking you time to adjust. The room is cold — colder than usual, but no worse than the last jump. While it's nothing dangerous, it's certainly motivation to hurry through the usual routine and get dressed quickly.
It's getting closer.

YOUR EYES ARE OPEN.
KEEP LOOKING.
You wake up in darkness.
There's a breathing tube jammed down your trachea, and you're suspended in a tube of clear blue fluid. Upon registering your level of consciousness, the gravity couch drains the fluid surrounding you and retracts the breathing apparatus; the doors in front of you open, and you're deposited on the floor of a stark, sterile medical bay.
You are not alone.
There are others who have come before you, others who are awakening beside you. Some may be familiar to you, perhaps even friends. Others have much less amiable plans. Some are merely alien and inexplicable, but there are always those who might mean you harm.
After you catch your breath and your vision returns, you notice a number on the inside of your forearm. Maybe it's a familiar number. Maybe it means something. Maybe it's just a number. But the number—completely unique to you—is a tattoo, and it does not come off.
If you enter the room adjacent to the medbay, you will find a small locker with your number on it, surrounded by rows upon rows of identical lockers. Inside, you will find a few of your personal items, a communications device, and a ship's uniform in your exact size. The comms device is fully powered and connects directly to the ship's network; it's your only means of communication beyond physical conversation. Upon turning the device on, a neutral, automated voice will say, "Please take the blue lift to the passenger quarters." Any other attempts at communicating with the rest of the network are met only with static.
This is your welcome party.
LOCATION: Gravity Couches and beyond.
WARNINGS: Maybe some swearing, or even some violence, and more than likely some implied (and possibly explicit) nakedness.
SUMMARY: Another month, another jump, another round of new faces.
NOTES: It could just be the standard sensation of air on wet skin, but if you bother to check, you might notice the steam rising from your body, barely there and gone within a minute. By the time you get to the showers, it will be clear that it's not just taking you time to adjust. The room is cold — colder than usual, but no worse than the last jump. While it's nothing dangerous, it's certainly motivation to hurry through the usual routine and get dressed quickly.

YOUR EYES ARE OPEN.
KEEP LOOKING.
There's a breathing tube jammed down your trachea, and you're suspended in a tube of clear blue fluid. Upon registering your level of consciousness, the gravity couch drains the fluid surrounding you and retracts the breathing apparatus; the doors in front of you open, and you're deposited on the floor of a stark, sterile medical bay.
There are others who have come before you, others who are awakening beside you. Some may be familiar to you, perhaps even friends. Others have much less amiable plans. Some are merely alien and inexplicable, but there are always those who might mean you harm.
After you catch your breath and your vision returns, you notice a number on the inside of your forearm. Maybe it's a familiar number. Maybe it means something. Maybe it's just a number. But the number—completely unique to you—is a tattoo, and it does not come off.
If you enter the room adjacent to the medbay, you will find a small locker with your number on it, surrounded by rows upon rows of identical lockers. Inside, you will find a few of your personal items, a communications device, and a ship's uniform in your exact size. The comms device is fully powered and connects directly to the ship's network; it's your only means of communication beyond physical conversation. Upon turning the device on, a neutral, automated voice will say, "Please take the blue lift to the passenger quarters." Any other attempts at communicating with the rest of the network are met only with static.
lockers & halls; ota
[ By the lockers, Elijah adjusts his suit, straightening his tie and smoothing the lapels. Following his thoughts, his expression flits between neutral and mildly displeased. Evidently, his memories have been tampered with. Someone must be meddling. Still, the only witch he knows that is capable of affecting his mind is Davina, and he hesitates to blame her, an innocent child, for his displacement. Furthermore, considering his tentative partnership with her, she lacks incentive. Perhaps another witch has followed her example and augmented her power with that of others. There are many who possess motive to do so — not against him, necessarily, but his family. They have a well-deserved reputation, after all. Often, he wonders why he bothers with such petulant affairs, though he knows the answer. Always and forever, family above all.
He sighs. Given the wide selection of people — of varying species, if his observations prove correct — in the area, he doubts his family's enemies are to blame. He's not so egotistical as to think that. For once, he seems to have found some trouble of his own, perhaps something even larger than a supernatural gang war. Wonderful...as if he was lacking in messes to clear. Idly, he adjusts his sleeves, and his expression settles in a thoughtful frown. ]
halls;
[ Most of his unspoken questions are answered via eavesdropping.
He exits the locker area, moving swiftly to the lifts without acknowledging anyone, fitted in the finest attire in his possession (a suit and tie, naturally). A first impression is crucial, especially here, in an unstable environment. Although Elijah is more annoyed than intrigued, he finds the Tranquility amusing in its own way. Whoever lured him here is worth investigating, at the very least. And this place is certainly dangerous enough to pose a threat to him and his family. Fortunately, Elijah has never been impulsive. He'll do his research and act accordingly. If he can survive one thousand years of supernatural trouble with his impetuous siblings, a brief (oh, it will be brief) stint in a spaceship, of all ridiculous things, is nothing.
He consults his watch as he approaches someone and offers a small smile, just the slightest upturn of his lips, nothing notable. An emotionless expression hardly inspires confidence, after all. His tone is neutral, and accent, implacable; potentially American, with British cadence, decidedly antiquated. ]
Forgive me, but I've only just arrived, and any assistance you can offer is much appreciated.
halls yo
she turns slowly, and when her eyes light on elijah, she smiles without even meaning to. it's been too long since she's seen her favourite original, can barely even remember the last time she saw him with her humanity on, and after the last two encounters she's had with people from home, his face is a welcome sight. if an original had to show up here, at least it was the one she could trust. she'd hug him if she didn't think it'd be awkward. ]
Well, I've only been here for two months, so I don't know how much help I'd be, but I'll do my best.
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she seems to be in a far better state than he last saw her. and this time, when he smiles, it's wholly genuine. ]
I have no doubts about that. [ a short pause. ] It's a pleasure to see you again, Elena.
[ the real you, he suspects. ]
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when she steps away from him, she can't help her smile, and she squeezes his forearm before she lets go of him completely. their friendship at home was never able to overcome their devotion to their families, but without the other mikaelsons here, maybe there was hope for them. ]
It's good to see you too, Elijah. It's been too long. What do you know already?
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when she hugs him, his instinct is to knock her back. only rebekah hugs him these days and only she wouldn't stab him in the back (oh so literally). but this is elena. and if there was anyone else he'd allow so close, it would be her. the hug begins tense, but he relaxes.
and she doesn't stab him, which is a plus. his smile widens. ]
I'm afraid I already know more than I intended to admit. [ which is as close to sheepish as elijah gets. he already eavesdropped for some time. he was just going to use his newness to charm his way around the ship. dick. ] Mutiny, was it?
[ because if people were moving against the big bad, elena would be in on it, no questions asked (and no hard feelings). ]
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sheepish elijah is almost cute, and elena has to bite her lip to avoid smiling too much over it. and then he mentions the mutiny, and elena's smile disappears. ]
Uh, yeah. A group of us stormed the bridge and got locked in. We barely made it out to the pods before the jump. [ oh boy how to explain jumps. ] Every month the ship... jumps through spacetime, or something, I don't really understand it, but when it does anyone who's not in one of those pods is, uh. Squished. Basically. So we were all pretty sure we were going to die.
[ and it was terrible and elena has learned her lesson: no messing with the deathship. ]
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halls what up boo
[ the relief of seeing elena and nathan ( and everyone else, of course, but she can't pretend not to feel almost dizzyingly grateful for those two in particular ) alive helps a little; it has to, if only because with the cause of a week of anxiety and horror and unfolding grief gone there's nothing to panic or grieve about.
still, the feelings don't fade with the revelation they're unneeded, and a reminder of her death is the last item on her current list of things she needs. ]
Elijah— it's been a while. You remember the last time we saw each other, right? Kind of personally hard to forget.
[ venting a week of frustration and helplessness ( and fine, the two years of resentment knowing that the nice guy she thought she was helping out was lying to her face and using her to manipulate her niece, not to mention was fine condemning her to death ) and channeling it into being pissed off helps, oddly, and her chins juts forward just a bit, combative, as she crosses her arms over her chest. ]
For the record, there's only about two things you can say here that don't end in me causing a much-deserved public scene.
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I believe an apology is in order, though I doubt it will be sufficient. [ he clears his throat. does he feel...awkward? guilty, certainly. and this is not his forte. addressing his sins is much easier when they don't take corporeal form. ]
I intended to protect all of Elena's loved ones, but, unfortunately, by saving her friend, [ caroline. ] I condemned you to death. I did not know, and if I had, I would have intervened. I failed her. I failed you.
[ his expression remains fairly neutral. he's watching her closely, appraising her. something is different about her. and he attempts to anticipate her reaction. a scene would ruin any potential bids for safety and power. ]
Regardless, I chose my family over yours, and I know you cannot forgive that, but I hope you can understand it.
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[ the call for family should matter, but all she can see is klaus; family or not she can't see anything worth chosing in him, not after everything he's done to her family. ]
If you think I'm pissed off at you because I died, you're just at the tip of the iceberg. I knew what I was doing, and I made my choice. [ saving elena mattered ( even if it didn't save her so much as delay the inevitable ) and trying to stop klaus mattered, she has to cling to her death meaning something or she's not sure she could stay at tentative peace with it. ] He was here, you know. Klaus. The family you want me to understand that you chose.
[ she smiles, tight, and it's a little sickened. ] He made me stick a knife in my chest while he explained exactly how little I'm worth. So, no. I don't understand it at all.
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Firstly, no, I don't think you're an idiot. It was your kindness I took advantage of — but those times when I was with you were not all threats to the lovely Elena, if that is any consolation. [ well, the first time was. he's a monster, no point in denying it. ]
Secondly, I didn't just choose him. I chose Rebekah, Kol, Finn, Esther. [ his smile grows tight. ] Please spare me the guilt of all the pots and kettles. Need I remind you of the daggers in my back? [ figurative and literal. then, with an icy edge. ] Two of my brothers are dead because of your family, and while I recognize that Kol was a threat, Finn was innocent. He always was. [ innocent like jenna, neither forced to atone on the other side. ] I am not noble. If my family had not aready hurt yours beyond repair, I would kill those responsible for my brothers' deaths. [ elena and jeremy. he definitely thought about it. ] As for Niklaus, I will not excuse his behavior, but I will never give up on him, either. And, I assure you, I have forgiven him for far worse. [ like killing everything he loves. the statement isn't meant to invalidate her suffering, but to show the extent of his loyalty. ] My apologies for any trouble he caused without supervision. He, of all people, should know how much you were worth.
[ what with him now being a free hybrid and all because of her sacrifice. elijah assumes she has more to say, most do, when it comes to his family. he'll stay for it, if only because his carelessness resulted in her death. ]
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You came after us. [ jaw set in a stubborn line, she shakes her head and tries to fight the urge to just start yelling. ] Play the eye for an eye card all you want, but your family invaded our lives and ruined them, not the other way around. I'm sorry any of it happened at all but so help me god if you try and spin this into anything other than that and I swear I'll hit you right now.
[ which ignores the salvatores' culpability and brushes aside history she doesn't fully understand ( doesn't truly understand at all ) but nobody's perfect, and two years is a long time to stew and build narratives. ]
...trouble? [ icy isn't jenna's usual mo, but hearing the euphemism knocks her back for a second. ] Your brother didn't break a dish, he— [ she breaks off, closing her eyes tight as black veins spiderweb beneath them like film exploded to light, shoving back at the tingling pressure she can feel in her gums and jaw. ] I don't care what else you say about me, but you don't get to do that.
[ don't get to take away what he did and make it seem like something else, even if that makes no earthly sense. ]
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i had to
halls~
Another way to tell was when they asked directly. Bela was just passing by when an unfamiliar man came up to her, presumably to ask her a few things. He was a little taller than her and she got the impression that he held himself well, judging by his posture and the tone of his voice. The accent speaks of someone who has perhaps done some travelling between America and England, but she could be wrong.
She offers him a polite smile in return before replying.]
It's so refreshing to see someone asking for assistance without demanding it. [A brief pause.] I can help you with your queries.
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none comes. how curious. ]
And equally refreshing for someone to oblige. [ he offers his hand to shake. ] Elijah Mikaelson. Have we met before?
[ and he listens to the telltale heart for evidence of a lie. ]
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I think I would have remembered if we did. [ she smiles. ] It's a pleasure, Elijah. My name is Bela. Bela Talbot.
[ no scolding from her at the moment. she's in an amiable mood, even with the post jump feeling still present. besides, he hasn't really given her a reason to be hostile towards him. ]
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jokingly, as if his earlier comment was a bad pick-up line or something similar. ] I agree. If you've the time, I could use a tour. [ a pointed look. ] The highlights, of course. [ he already knows the ship is huge. ]
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halls
elizabeth has already wandered into the gardens and met an elf. it's been a traumatic, but also interesting day. she has no idea that she is about to run into someone who very well might recognize her face from the past.
and because he is a man, and she unaccompanied, she takes a reflexive step away. her reaction would have been the same with anyone save her father or brothers. but he looks genial enough, and he has manners, too. lizzie squints her grey eyes for a moment while she tries to place his accent, and comes up short.
well, she may as well respond. so she puts on her best amiable smile, and really, she looks as innocent and harmless as she actually is. ]
There is nothing to forgive, sir. I have only just awoken here myself.
I fear I might not be able to offer the sort of assistance you are seeking, but I am offering it, nonetheless.
[ she has been here long enough to have heard some gossip about what kind of place this is, if that will help. ]
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Then perhaps I can assist you, instead. [ she is an unaccompanied lady, after all. ]
My name is Elijah Mikaelson. [ he offers her the slightest bow. ]
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Rebekah really isn't much better, all things considered. Elijah is the one Tyler doesn't know though -- but he does know of him. Tyler was sired to Klaus for a while, after all. He remembers Klaus' desperate attempts to get those coffins back, what was inside of them. So he recognizes the man, if nothing else.
But as it is one of Klaus' siblings -- well he isn't really feeling the help thing.]
There's not really much to be helped about this place.
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fortunately, he thinks he'll never find out. ]
[ so dry. ] I gathered. Thank you for your contribution, Mr. Lockwood, isn't it?
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Tyler, actually. [Mr. Lockwood sounds too much like someone talking to his dad and yeah -- he's good with not having that.]
And you're Elijah.
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You've heard of me. [ but he's not picking a fight, which earns him points. elijah looks at him curiously, almost evaluating him. ]
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slides in here belatedly shhh also halls!
she needs to change, to run, and the longer she lingers, the more stressed she becomes. losing control due to trepidation isn't an option — not here, not now, not in front of humans, and she pads barefoot as quickly as she can through the halls, shoes in hand.
but arriving there without a distraction doesn't seem to be in the cards when elijah approaches, seemingly far more composed than she could ever feel in this situation. she makes an attempt to swallow her stress and weariness, pressing her back against the nearest wall to ground herself as she shifts her head to watch him.
the attempt at small, polite smile isn't a very good one, but she tried. ]
You have the wrong woman, sorry. I'm just as newly misplaced as you are.
[ she pauses, eyeing him for just a brief moment before her tone turns to vague, wry amusement. ]
I can try to help, but don't hold it against me if I disappoint you.
ilu!!
jokingly, mostly in an effort to put her at ease. ]
I wouldn't dare.
[ he offers his hand to shake, ever so polite. ]
I'm Elijah Mikaelson. Perhaps we can help each other — at the very least, I appreciate the company. [ said almost as a question, an unspoken but only if you do, too implicit. he has no desire to further unbalance her. ]
ilu most!!!
which is precisely why she doesn't eye him skeptically when he offers his hand, easing her own into his with a loose grip. with how tense her body feels at the moment, it's better not to risk accidentally squeezing his hand with far too much pressure. ]
Elena Michaels. [ she can hear the questioning lilt to his tone and merely responds to it with the beginnings of a small smile, a confirmation that his offered presence doesn't perturb her. ] You'll have to get to know me first before you decide whether you appreciate my company or not.
[ it might be a little cheeky, but if he's allowed to joke, so can she. she drops her hand back to her side, tilting her head in a gesture to indicate the length of the hallway as she poses her offer. ]
Walk with me?
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Or perhaps not. [ because he doesn't know her yet, right? ]
[ he feigns pensivity, including his uncertain tone. ] To the lifts, I believe.
i'd say the subject lines are winning the struggle i'm js
so cruel but i am the worst and deserve it tbh
i'm an awful person whose tag got cut off so who is worse here
you tbh
wow what did i do to deserve such a betrayal!!