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❪ test drive: #1 - the overflow ❫
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YOUR STORY BEGINS  The Storm came. You only remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that. All you know, perhaps, is that it was cold as you slept. You don't know for how long you slept, but the dreams were short, at least. You remember the expanse of stars and the universe that came in view. Every world and solar system ever known was displayed in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You have also witnessed The Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. It was a dark, thick smog; ominous in appearance and ever foreboding. Your Earth and similar planets were immersed in The Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of it. That was when she told you what happened, and how you can help. You knew that you'll be living somewhere new, even though you never asked for it. The details here weren't clear, but you knew you'd made a deal with Darma. Not long after, you'll wake at Thesa Station — Your body is still cold. It was all a dream, but somehow, you knew it wasn't — now, will you keep that promise you made to Darma? PROMPT: THE MESS HALL  It's fascinating to the Orbiters how such a dull room can be turned around so completely with people in it. All meals are served by Roman, and while all the food is delicious, some of it is a bit odd. Is that neon green soup? That’s hideous. If you happen to be in the mess hall at a particularly unlucky time, you and the food will suddenly begin to drift. Someone’s got jokes, and they’ve turned off the gravity control. Now it’s just you, your fellow refugees, and the floating sea of food. Wait, did that person just chuck a pie in your direction? PROMPT: TRAINING MODULES  While it’s all nice and well to familiarize oneself with Thesa Station, it is most advised that new arrivals venture out a bit. Not physically. No one is quite prepared for that yet. However, there will be several virtual reality training programs set for those who dare to be adventurous. For those who aren’t and don’t dare, well— good luck, all the same. Be advised, however, that participating in one of the training modules will start you off favorably with the Natha Orbiters’ in terms of REPUTATION. Once seated and appropriately strapped in, the system will automatically whir to life and the dense foliage and forestry of a section of El Nysa will open up. According to one’s map registry, it clear to see that it’s miles from the outer gates of Olympia, but not as far enough to venture into any other territories. So, in that sense, you’re safe.
PROMPT: STASIS UNIT  You have found the massive section of Thesa known as the Stasis Unit. There’s no special access required to access this part of Thesa Station, but refugees are warned that it may not be for the faint of heart. Here, in large pods that nearly cover every square inch of the space, are all of the people the Orbiters have managed to rescue. Your loved ones, your greatest enemy, your next door neighbor— you might find them here. These people are in a state of deep cryosleep. Due to the damaging effects of The Storm, their bodies are not yet ready to be awoken. PROMPT: HANGAR STATION  You find your way to the hangar station. Here rests are a factory worth of docked mobile suits. You recall how the Orbiters had previously spoken of a "space frontier," but only after seeing this you realize how real their words are. Most machinery have marks of wear and tear, assurance that they have indeed been used before, and an assembly of others are going through repairs and maintenance. No one seems to care that you've just strolled in. In fact, there seems to be a couple of the aircraft that beckon you to take a closer look. Maybe you’ll only look on the outside, maybe you'll be greeted by the hand of a mobile suit extending toward you and welcoming you to its cockpit. You go out and explore SPACE!!! Unfortunately, that mobile suit should have warned you it only had 20 minutes of flight time left in its system. Or, perhaps, you’re a particularly ambitious pilot and you’ve strayed past the designated perimeter. Either way, the HUD display is now blinking with errors, cropping up with a single message: DISTRESS SIGNAL. PROMPT: OMAGE
Upon receiving your mobile phone, you will be asked to set a username. Voila, you can now access the network! You can choose to send a message to the entire network, specific usernames, or you can try out the Orbiters’ service, Omage, which connects you to a random user. They thought this might be a good way for their new guests to make friends with each other...
Connecting to server... PROMPT: WILDCARD
You are welcome to write any scenarios in Thesa Station! Characters have been granted temporary access to the Observation Room, and are encouraged to study it carefully.
FINAL OOC NOTE
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From your tone I take it that's not the way things actually happened, so please, enlighten me. You didn't decide you wanted to be with dearest darlingest Stefan for all eternity?
( that was the only way they could really be happy, they both had to know that. elena could live through as many of her human years as she wanted, but eventually it would get weird. people would wonder about her dating a teenager when she was thirty. one day people would start asking if he was her son, and then her grandson. he'd be a child to the eyes of the world when she was old and grey, and maybe they'd know the truth, but it wouldn't matter when the world is so judgmental of things it doesn't understand. time would not be kind to stefan and elena unless they were both vampires, and the idea that it isn't them in the end hasn't even occurred to damon.
"it's always going to be stefan", after all. )
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You were my sire, Damon. Not by choice - a doctor at the hospital used some of your blood to heal me after I was hurt, and it was still in my system when I died.
[ She takes half a step closer to him and stops, crossing her arms over her stomach in a way that feels more like hugging herself - she needs a hug so desperately right now. ]
A little while after that, Stefan and I broke up, and I've been with you ever since. I chose you, Damon.
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she and stefan broke up?
she chose him?
the only explanation he can think of is that he was wrong, it's not elena he's been talking to this whole time, it really is katherine — she's impersonated elena so often, and he's tried to get better at seeing through the act, but she must have fooled him again. it's the only thing that makes sense, the only thing that could explain the words coming out of her mouth right now. katherine knows what he wants to hear and is giving it to him so that she can tear it away once he begins to buy it.
abruptly, he blurs up to the doppelganger in front of him, ready to throw her into a stasis pod, to threaten her, kill her if that's the only way he will be free of her unending need to ruin his life —
— but it is elena. he knows it is, he's memorized the differences between the doppelgangers, can almost feel the difference between them. katherine takes, in everything she does she is the only benefactor. there is no part of her that is ever open to others, that is genuine. elena is entirely genuine, and gives so much of herself damon is sometimes afraid there will come a day when she has nothing left for herself. her emotions reach her eyes in a way they never did on katherine's version of this face — katherine shows nothing that is not manufactured, calculated to serve a specific purpose. elena can't help but show every feeling she ever has plainly through her every action.
it's elena staring back at him. it is.
why, then, would she lie like this? )
Don't, ( is all he ends up saying, voice low, tension vibrating through every inch of him. )
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Don't what? [ There are tears in her voice but not in her eyes, not yet thank goodness. She can't spare even a second, she has to watch every inch of him to try to understand how to make this better, how to not chase him away. This is the Damon who believed he didn't deserve her and she has to convince him that's not true. ]
Don't tell you the truth? [ She's breaking inside and he's the only one who can fix her, why can't he see that? ] Don't tell you that I love you, that I have loved you for a long time?
[ Longer than she'd ever admit to anyone, even herself. Because she can't be like Katherine, she hates every comparison ever made between them, and it still hurts beyond imagination that he hadn't known when it was Katherine in her, when it was Katherine who broke his heart. But none of that matters right now, all that matters is Damon and trying to get through to him. ]
I can't lie to you about that, Damon.
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but this is cruel — or would be, if it wasn't real. she knows, if she's a vampire, knows how he feels, knows what he wants, knows he doesn't think he deserves it. if she doesn't mean what she's saying, it's the cruelest thing she's ever done.
elena gilbert is not cruel. ❱
Why are you doing this?
❰ his voice cracks on the words, but he doesn't look away from her. none of this makes sense, it must be a lie but it can't be, she can't be elena but she is. ❱
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Lifting her hands to bridge the few inches between them, she cups them around his neck, needing to touch him and hoping that he'll let her. ]
Because I love you, Damon. [ Her own voice is strained, practically dripping with the tears that still won't reach her eyes. ] I'll say it a thousand times if that's what it takes, and I'll spend the rest of our lives proving it to you. I love you.
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his skin is hypersensitive where she touches him, every nerve keyed into the feeling of her skin on his. the sensation anchors him in front of her, even as every other part of him is screaming at him to get out of here.
he can only take so much. i love you, she says again, and he stands in front of her for just a second before he blurs out of the hallway, too fast for her to catch. ❱
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But he can't know. He can never know that she's spent the last few months trying and failing to grieve his death, that losing him made her love for him even stronger. So she'll just have to find another way, to keep trying until he finally accepts all of this as real and his.
For now, though, she finally lets herself cry, hiding in some deserted corner of this strange station while she lets out all of the emotion that's been bottled inside since she woke. Because she has him back, they gave him back to her, and all she has to do to have the life she'd wanted is stay strong long enough to win him back from himself.
It'll probably be easier said than done, unfortunately. ]