( rp ) look at this heart-shaped wreckage. what have we done?

[believable]

[ see elena.

see elena heading toward one of the bars on whichever deck you see fit.

see elena serving herself a drink because boys men suck and she has had it with this ship.



enjoy. ]

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[easily]

Uh huh. Sure she didn't Elena. We all know the truth. You totally almost smiled.

Everyone saw it!!!

"Oh, it's definitely a condition," Rebekah smiles a little, taking a sip of her drink now as she turns to properly face the other girl. "Considering how many centuries I've spent around my brothers I consider myself an expert."

[believable]

No! No one saw! Except her not-girlfriend!

This means tell no one, Rebekah.

There's a slight huff of laughter coming from Elena's direction before she orders another drink. They're full with the snarky quips today, aren't they? Never change, girls. "You probably have several degrees worth in psychology without realizing it."

[easily]

It'll be their secret okay okay.

Rebekah wrinkles her nose a little at that, snorting dismissively before downing the rest of her drink. "Please, talk about a field that's been overriden by male influence. I used to read some of Frued's papers -- he was as sex obsessed as any other man I've met."

Basically, some things never change.

[believable]

"Isn't that all the more reason?"

She would think someone like Rebekah would enjoy marching into male-dominated territory and showing them a thing or two. Then again, it is pretty bleak to see not much has changed where that's concerned.

(Jenna was a psychology major. She thinks about Jenna, in between the times she isn't thinking of Jenna.)

[easily]

Rebekah considers that, and then smiles a little.

"Touche, I think you're right."

She does love showing men how they're wrong, that's for sure. Living as long as Rebekah has would make anyone a feminist, really (except for perhaps her brothers, okay so maybe it doesn't work for everyone).

[believable]

A faint smile lingers on her lips once she catches sight of Rebekah's.

Their journey in Chicago was the most surreal experience Elena has ever had, but she doesn't forget it. Like she doesn't forget they were stuck together in a Jane Austen world where everything was unfamiliar and they could only ever trust each other - as much as they allow themselves to trust, anyhow.

"Where did you end up? Before here, I mean."

[easily]

Rebekah doesn't forget it either. Going back in time, being powerless, having to rely on each other for survival -- whether they liked it or not (they often liked it more than either one of them would ever admit).

"Back in the twenties, strangely enough. But with Stefan."

[believable]

There's a small pause; Elena thinks there will always be a twinge whenever she thinks of it, thinks of everything that happened and all of the roads that have led to where they are and who they are with. She regrets nothing, but there's a bittersweetness there. It fades with time, and keeps fading, but it's there all the same.

"Was he okay?"

[easily]

"He was. I think it helped that we were together."

They may have been separated from their families -- possibly forever it had seemed like -- but they had one another. That's no small thing.

[believable]

"And somehow, we're all here together."

She says this almost dubiously. The rifts were supposed to have collapsed entirely, and this Red Door seems to be different, but most of them have been pulled to the same ship. Elena can't exactly call that a coincidence.

[easily]

"We are."

Rebekah has mixed feelings on it. She's glad Stefan gets his brother back, she is. But she misses her own. Even Nik, even knowing what he did to their mother she still misses him. A thousand years is a long time.

[believable]

Elena serves herself a second drink wordlessly. Today has been A Day and she is allowed it. She lets that thought sit in between the two of them for a moment.

She has mixed feelings on it herself. She'd have never had Caroline and Bonnie with her otherwise, but Jeremy is nowhere to be found. There are trade-offs, impossible choices, and that Red Door none of them know how to control.

[easily]

Rebekah sips her own drink in silence for a moment before deciding to change the question.

"So what caused that brawl anyway?" It's a seemingly innocent question but Rebekah has an inkling the answer is in front of her. Elena.