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( open! ) i know the sun must set to rise;

CHARACTERS: Caroline Forbes and YOU.
LOCATION: Kitchens. She's mostly hanging the sixth floor kitchen, but will go kitchen-exploring.
WARNINGS: None. Caroline's bored, so dumb stuff inside.
SUMMARY: To cure boredom, Caroline's practicing her innovative tea making skills. Which aren't really innovative at all. And could possibly be checking out the kitchens between the floors to see if there's any differences in food between them. Blood diets are great, but those killing people urges need to go.
NOTES: Backdated to July 22/23. Bumping into her can happen over these two days. Prose or action spam, idc.

[ there's not much to do on a space ship besides turn blue, get eaten, or be invaded. caroline's not quite sure what she's meant to make out of getting half of her wardrobe from home in her locker during the last jump. but she's donning something that isn't the ugly space jumpsuit for once. she kind of wishes a few blood bags (or several) had appeared, but a girl can't complain when she gets her creature comforts instead.

caroline's in the kitchen of floor six with a few tea cups out and a few tea bags. she knows supplies aren't exactly plentiful while on the ship, so she's determined to be spaceship friendly in her bid to make some interesting teas. she's gotten herself involved in hatter's tea shop, which is something she's finding distracting and good, but she's put herself up to the task in making the best tea ever. caroline doesn't do things half-assed.

over these two days, she can be found in this kitchen trying to find out how to make tea that isn't just the regular old tea that her mother used to drink. and if someone just so happens to be wandering through the other kitchens, she has her nose in a cupboard or in a pantry looking through the items in there, mentally comparing the sixth floor kitchen to this one. caroline's main diet consists of blood, blood, and more blood, but eating regular food knocks back the intense eating-people cravings. she's not stealing food per se, but she wants to know which kitchen to raid when she's hungry. ]

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[you know who else is in the kitchen right now? finnick. he just so happens to also live on floor six and ... enjoy food. he'd kill for something sweet right about now. even if it was just sugar cubes.

upon seeing caroline, he decides to approach her for a chat. he hadn't seen or heard from her since the ordeal in the science department. that was the sort of thing he was accustomed to building friendships over -- shared trauma. if it weren't for bonding over ptsd with his fellow victors, he might not have friends at all!

anyway. he approaches her from behind, staring over her shoulder into the depths of the cabinet.]

Are you looking for anything in particular?

[ to break a combination here, caroline's startled when she hears finnick's familiar voice. you don't forget someone's voice when you've experienced trauma together. besides, how could she forget the man with the trident? she almost jumps out of her skin, places a hand to her beating heart, and turns around. ]

Looking for a bell? If I hadn't already been on my death bed, I'd say you almost scared me half to death.

[ too bad you sort of already are dead, gosh, caroline. 8| ]

Death bed? Again? I thought we took care of that.

[it's easier to make light of the situation now that it's far behind them ok .o. ]

This entire place is a massive death bed. [ lbr, finnick, there's about twenty more death beds waiting for them. caroline's just summarising them all up into one.

she pauses, shifting a little on her feet because the best way to bond with someone you don't know is to almost die on them. ] Thanks for that, by the way. You and your trident are really handy together.

Point taken. [he reaches past her to pull a box of idek what out of the cabinet. he doesn't even know what either, because he's busy looking it over.]

Don't worry about it. If we're ever in extreme danger again, maybe you can return the favor.

Something tells me we will be. [ sadly it's not her spidey senses. caroline comes to invade finnick's space, since this is what you get when you leave me hanging for a decade. ]

You know what would be useful, besides finding a really decent weapon inside that box? Answers. A Tranquility's Guide for Dummies that has a chapter for turning blue.

[don't worry, he is more than used to girls being all up in his business. upon opening it and discovering it's, idk, oatmeal or something, he puts it down on the counter. no luck with the weapon thing.] Maybe there's a guide hiding in the library somewhere. One not many people have read, given all the panic.

You really think they'd have useful information here? [ and it's not said in a mean way! she's genuinely curious. caroline just sucks at, you know, phrasing things in a non-offensive way. ] The libraries back home barely had useful information.

[ about vampires ... she did read up on them beyond twilight. ]

I don't know, I can't say I've ever spent much time inside of one. Here or otherwise. [he leans back against the counter.] With looks like these, who needs to?

[he's just joshin' for the record.]

[ caroline arches her eyebrow. ] Are you a model back home, or are you just one of those d-bags who thinks he's the hottest thing ever? [ look, it had to be asked. and caroline does think finnick is hot, so hence the model comment. not that she's ever met a model, but she imagines that they're just as full of themselves as tyra banks' house of top models are. ]

I was a bit of a celebrity. I won a contest, wrote some poetry ...

...looking for something?

[Alex comes into the kitchen, wearing a pair of worn jeans, a wife beater, and his worn leather jacket.

Yes, it's cliched and James Dean but let a guy dress like his role model while he can.

He can't tell who it is from the back, but he might as well announce his presence early--otherwise he might look creepy.]

[ don't worry, alex. caroline's wearing the creepy role like a second skin today. she senses someone coming in before he even voices his entrance. caroline recognises his voice from talking over the network. she's been doing quite a bit of that, trying to gain her bearings on this ship, and, most importantly, who the people are. she vaguely remembers he's one who wears a frown all the time.

caroline's got her head in a cupboard, as apparently there are plenty, and she turns around to see what she imagines james dean to look like if someone were to play his life in a movie. ]

A bit of sunshine. I don't think this ship carries any.

[ here's to hoping he remembers her. and, if not, at least it's an interesting conversation starter? ]

[It takes a moment for Alex to register the voice, before he rolls his eyes, giving her a bit of a smirk as he walked in closer.]

And here I thought you were the one trying to be our little sunshine machine.

[ for someone who likes to be pessimistic, a smirk, in her opinion, is a good sign. it's a hopeful burst of potential sunshine. how could caroline forget someone with a name like havoc? he's definitely memorable, personality and name combined. she sees the smirk and she raises him a smile. ]

I'm all about sharing. Besides, that's a lot of work for one person. I'm ambitious, but I'm not that ambitious. Especially if this ship is made up of people who act like it's always raining on them. [ no offense, but kind of like you, havoc. ]

[Alex rolls his eyes.]

And here I was trying to be nice, and you went and insulted me.

[But he doesn't seem too put out by it, and leans against the counters, giving her a slight nod.]

Really though, what were you looking for?

[ she does look a bit guilty there. but havoc seems like a pretty cool guy, despite being pessimistic and messy. here's where caroline might look like a complete idiot. (or more of an idiot, depending on your world view.) ]

I was looking for food. Seeing if maybe some other kitchen was stocked more than this one. [ she's a vampire with an appetite that can be curbed by carbs and other goodies. she likes to cut down those cravings as much as she can, but she doesn't want to put someone on the ship out. ] And I'm kind of bored, so I figured I'd be Martha Stewart for the day and use the kitchen.

Martha Stewart?

[Alex raises an eyebrow and moves over to the cabinets, starting to rummage around, eventually pulling out a can of soup, and another can of tuna for Bozo.]

Figure we don't have any cheese or bread, do we.

[There is only one thing he's good at making--grilled cheese with tomato soup. It's all he's got.]

You've never - She must be after your time. [ god, where is google when you need it? ] If Martha was on this ship, we'd have cakes, cookies, muffins, and definitely bread and cheese.

[ why did she say that? now she's craving. ] If we had bread and cheese, I would've made a feast by now. [ she might be decent at baking, but cooking like martha stewart? she'd rather go to macdonalds. it's much safer. ]

Edited (idek my brain doesn't work sometimes.) 2012-08-07 11:55 (UTC)

I'm from nineteen sixty two. [Alex listens, finally turning back to look at her.]

Oh really? And what would you have made, sunshine?

[He smiles a little. Sorry Caroline, you have a new nickname.]

[ she knows people from the 1800s, yet she still finds herself in a state of surprise. it's obvious in the lack of response that lasts for a few moments. ]

Well, Grumpy - [ two can play at this game, okok. ] - there's crackers and cheese, a cheese tower, and copying a house of cards, but using crackers.

[ aren't you impressed? it's super impressive, isn't it? when you have limited supplies, you have to think in exaggeration. caroline even sounds it, though, her voice is mostly teasing while she speaks bullshit. a little imagination - regardless of how realistic - can goa long way in a place like this. ]

...seriously?

[Alex actually frowns for a moment, before letting the frown fade behind a face of stoicism. He isn't that grumpy--he was just trying to be...lightly playful.

He isn't grumpy.]

...I would have made grilled cheese and soup. But I think it's going to just have to be soup now.

[ it's either that or sourpuss. grumpy is more cooler. anyway, her eyebrows rise at his little cooking dream. ]

I haven't checked all the kitchens, but there might be cheese somewhere else. Is it that important for your soup meal?

[ she kind of misses macdonalds, negl. ]

Oh come on, you can't tell me you've never had tomato soup with grilled cheese before?

[Really, now.]

[ caroline shakes her head. ] It's one of the few things I've never had. I usually have those two things separate from one another.

[ her life is so bland in the 2000s. ;o; ]

[Alex looks at her, shaking his head.]

You're missing out, then. You dunk the sandwich in the soup--best damn comfort food you could eat.

Look--if I find the supplies, I'm making one for you to prove it.

And then you'll be crowned king of the sandwich dunkers? [ she can't help but laugh. she is looking forward to it; this is one of those normal things she's always craved in doing since she became anything far from normal. ]

[Alex snorts, shrugging slightly. He can't tell if she's laughing at him, or at the idea. It bothers him--he's still not the best at social situations, especially with women.]

You know what, whatever. You can forget I offered.

What? No way. [ she doesn't see the social awkward turtleness, but, then again, caroline's been known for sticking her foot in her mouth and offending people without realising it. ] This is the most exciting thing that's happened to me since I turned blue from goo!

[ if you take the dunking away from her, she'll literally fight you, havoc. ]

You turned blue from what?

[Alex is going to focus on that for now, because yeah, it was nice she wanted to experience it, but still-what the hell was she talking about?]

The freaky smiley face did something to us. Or I don't even know - [ she frowns. honestly, the details are sketchy. and she should really look those up, but, you know, not blue anymore. ] - there was a maze, some cure, and if you were exposed to whatever the hell it was, you started turning into a poor version of the Cookie Monster. It attacked so many people on the ship. I figured it got most of us.

Oh--oh sorry, I thought you meant something back home. [Alex chuckled.]

I was here for that--I was one of the people who got the cure for you guys.

...and I really don't know what the cookie monster is, sorry.

[Liquor is more appetizing than food, and that's what brings Klaus to the sixth floor kitchen. And what luck, he has company of the blonde variety.]

Caroline. You look lovely.

[A grin at her new clothes, he missed her during the jump a few weeks back. This is the first time he's seen the girl in anything other than a jumpsuit in a long time.]

[ you know what? she's not even going to jump when he sneaks up on her, with her head in one of the cupboards as she realises that, hey, floor five's kitchen so has what kitchen six's cupboards have. she's not really expecting it, but it's a weird creepy vampire thing where she might have her nose in one place, but her ears are focusing on others. watch her shoulders, klaus, because caroline's breathing in and counting to six mississippi before she turns around. it's her preparation for how their conversation is going to grate her nerves. ]

Klaus. [ ... a bit awkwardly: ] Thanks? [ not that she doesn't appreciate a compliment, but right now, she's kind of wishing she'd gone for that ratty jumpsuit. ]

Are you planning to raid the kitchen or something?

[ since thinking the worst of klaus is the way she rolls. ]

[So cold, Caroline. He does watch the rise and fall of her shoulders, the curve of her neck. He would reach a hand out and brush her hair away from it, but she's already turning around. Looking and speaking to him as though he's just said something inappropriate. His bedside manner during her illness last month hasn't seemed to gain him any more favor.

A part of him regrets not forcing her when he had the chance, and a part of him knows that he could do it right now. There's something eating at him from the inside, those old festering wounds that demand why not me? But he's always had his ways to cauterize them, he could make her his new method. Long term plans that might span a century seem less relevant these days. She could be used up for all that she has to give, here and now.

There have been so many like her. It's never been enough.

He stands between Caroline and the cabinets, leaning one hand against them. Pinning her without touching.]

I have to admit, I'm a bit disappointed - where are those Miss Mystic Falls manners? The least you could do is offer me tea before you start making wild accusations.

[ his bedside manner did the complete opposite, actually, but caroline hinting at that is something that isn't going to happen right now. it's kind of scary to her that she finds comfort in the presence of someone who ripped the lives of elena, stefan and tyler apart, and took jenna's. this someone happened to give hers back, too. it's a slippery slope she doesn't know how to navigate. klaus takes and rips everyone else apart, but he somehow comes back to her and puts her all back together. at her most vulnerable, he came to provide a distraction. one that wasn't like the distraction she provided back in mystic falls, specifically outside of the grill. she honestly doesn't know how to deal with it, so she takes several steps back - figuratively - and falls into the rocky dance they're always doing. she much prefers a smoother one, if ever asked.

the pinning is something caroline desperately wants to break out of. she knows that klaus can take her. she might have the pride and the ego, but she knows that when push comes to shove, she has no chance. but she has willpower; she hasn't given into him out of fear, and she knows she never will. still, she continues to push him, even though she knows it hits his hot buttons. ]

Aren't you from when manners were invented? Demanding tea isn't the same as asking nicely for it.

[ caroline's buttmad because here's klaus again, literally invading her personal space, and being the dick she's used to. what happened to the one who didn't know which universe han solo belonged to?

... and caroline's defensive, of course, because she allowed herself to be stupid - damon stupid - around klaus. ]

[He hadn't pursued her after she'd been cured of whatever had infected most of the ship. He had waited for her to come to him. In that time he had found other ways to occupy his idle hands. There are a handful of people who could attest to that. But his frustrations had still grown. It wasn't only her, Caroline is only part of the bigger problem that he faces in this place (that he might face in his own world, if he were to be returned there), but with her so close it's easier to turn his anger on an external target.

He leans forward, leaving barely any space between them. Is she even on vervain?]

I shouldn't have to ask.

[A part of him doesn't regret choosing not to compel her. There have been so many like her. It's never been enough.

He makes no attempt to test whether she's on vervain, but he won't back away. It's her move to make. He wants to be pushed.]

Edited 2012-07-29 12:18 (UTC)

[ post-blue, caroline had spent her time dealing with elena being a vampire. she wasn't a part of that little group of supporters for her friend, and she wasn't sure what she could do for her friend when the salvatores had taken helping her out of her hands. she'd spent most of her time worrying and trying to connect to tyler during elena's absence.

a part of her thinks to move back, but in doing so, it shows a sign of weakness. despite being at her weakest with klaus once before, she doesn't want to ever be at that point ever again. being so in front of someone who is seen as super powerful back home just makes her feel even more pathetic. ]

I'm not a maid.

[ caroline's kind of done being someone else's errand girl, from damon to katherine and now klaus. even if it's something as stupid as tea, despite her already making it, makes her want to strike out and show that she's not someone who rolls over when told. ]

I don't respond to orders like your army of hybrid zombies do.

[ and, unfortunately, she is not on vervain. caroline's trust in people sometimes makes her very, very stupid. if she admits it to herself, she trusts damon not to use her again, and she trusts klaus, even though he has given her no reason to, to not cross a line that she knows would be so easy for him to cross. being an original has its advantages over the vampire race, after all.

you know what she's going to do? instead of allowing him to intimidate her into staying in place, caroline's going to do what she's always been best at doing; she pushes his buttons. the space feels claustrophobic, even though they're in such a large kitchen, and she moves so she can push past him, pushing into his side with her own in an effort to break free of this cage he's formed with his body. she's not quite sure what she's going to accomplish with that, other than ignite his anger, but she feels like she can finally breathe again with her back to him. (possibly not the smartest of positions, but caroline's never been one to take the smart approach.) ]

Edited (hehehe.) 2012-07-29 12:31 (UTC)

[He doesn't try to stop her when she pushes past. The retort, a dig at his hybrids, is her standard fare. Almost disappointing - and that raises his ire.]

Of course not. [There's a hint of affection in his tone at her resistance. He could have her on her knees before she could blink. His hand snakes out to catch her wrist as she turns her back to him, gently pulling to turn her around. His grip isn't constricting, but firm.

You respond to threats, just like the rest of them.]

Caroline - would you be so kind as to make me a cup of tea? [The tone is pleasant, but there's a coolness to it. His grin is almost wicked.] Please.

[ her mouth wants to say no, but her gut makes her bite that kneejerk response firmly down. pissing off a hybrid who could easily overpower her is not the smartest decision caroline can make in a quiet kitchen. so, she just grits her teeth, twists her wrist a little in his grip knowing she can't get out of it even though it doesn't grip tightly to the bone, and doesn't sound happy at all: ] Fine.

[ well, he did ask nicely, even though she's pretty sure he was being condescending. and threatening. she responds better to threats made against the people she cares about, not herself. with a glance to her wrist ] I'm going to need my hand back if you want it some time today.

[ and nope.jpg is she asking what kind of tea he'll take. her foot up the ass is only on special on wednesdays. ]

[He holds her hand a few seconds longer and as he finally lets go his fingers trace a deliberate trail against the bones of her wrist. One, two, three; more gentle than the grip he had on her, and a promise with each.

After releasing her he leans back against the counter to watch her with that same pleased look on his face.]

No sugar for me, love.

[ she ignores it.

she gets to making it, like a brat. ] I didn't think you could keep it down. [ anything that isn't bitter, she thinks klaus can't handle it. which makes perfect sense, since she's always so mean to him and he keeps coming back. she's acting all disinterested, like this is a big massive task for her, like being in the same room as him is such a big burden. ]

Do you like it black? [ can you hear the kind of like your heart, klaus? ]

Edited (i felt like it.) 2012-08-07 11:58 (UTC)

[of course.]

A teaspoon of O negative would be lovely. [He says this with good humor. His eyes are burning holes into the back of her head, but he doesn't move.]

[ she's still miss cranky pants. with a mumble, that he undoubtedly hears, so why does she do it anyway? ] It's not like we're drowning in it. [ she knows that the blood supply is not exactly in the realm of being plentiful. she's had to monitor her intake, to not go to town while drinking from the donations - as she's started to call them - she's managed to gain from the medical wing. it's a bit worrisome, considering those "kill people urges" are still humming under her skin, regardless of whether she drinks some blood or not.

with a rather put-on sigh: ] You're really high maintenance with your tea. Whatever happened to a dash of sugar and a stir of the spoon?

But we are. [Drowning in it. It's only that you lot refuse to acknowledge the proper food source here. There are difficulties, they have to cover their tracks better (even without a steady supply of vervain protecting the public), but it's still possible to feed on the humans here without resorting to whatever that is they have in the medbay.]

I could show you. [With him she could unlearn all of those bad habits Stefan taught her. It must already be wearing her down to live that way here, stuck in an enclosed space, surrounded by so many bodies.]

Edited 2012-08-08 19:20 (UTC)

Show me how high maintenance you are with your tea?

[ she doesn't look at him. that should be a sign of her pretending she doesn't know what he's talking about. she's only good at acting when it counts, and since this isn't technically a life and death situation - bad assessment there, caroline - she therefore has so many tells they're not exactly a secret. but, in the end, she'll pass. big block letters of passing. the reason why she doesn't feast on humans like damon and klaus is because she likes to pretend she's still caroline, heartbeat intact and wrinkles pending. she also fears she'll turn into stefan, being a bloodaholic. the moments she allowed herself a taste made her more scared of what she was than her reflection. ]

I think you're showing me that right now.

Edited 2012-08-11 10:41 (UTC)

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wow oops i typed this reply like ten years ago and never posted it ...

omg you're so mean ;o;

sry gurl :c

writes you up in the burn book

wow rude

being mean is how i show my big lesbian crush on you

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