( 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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[aneurism]

Anna's drinking out of habit for the same reason that the Salvatores drink so frequently: alcohol helps to curb the cravings and make people smell less appetizing than they actually are. She isn't sure why Elena's drinking, but after he conversation with Damon on the deck he and that guy who almost through him overboard destroyed, she can hazard a guess.

"And that's yet another thing that runs in the family."

She's talking about Jeremy casually hitting the booze, not whatever booze-y habits Katherine still has. Anna washed her hands of Katherine's bullshit some time ago.

[eluding]

Ethan is approaching very slowly. At first, he doesn't say anything, he just looks at her. He rarely is the type to look tentative (and this is no different, he isn't tentative or uncertain), and there's still a lot of anger in his chest about a lot of things.

He knows he needs to have more control. He-- he knows a lot of things, but he is helplessly and forever drawn to Ms. Elena Gilbert in whatever state he may be in. Even when she may not want to see him at all.

"Do... you want to see me at all? Because I can leave."

Spoilers: he might not leave even if he can. It's just his way of... gauging something like how she feels about him currently.

[convents]

It's not until the sun's set does Elena's latest visitor emerge from the decks below. The other vampires on board this ship are equipped with daywalking rings spelled for them by witches who didn't think of the disservice they were doing to society by giving monsters within men the ability to blend in better than most or not affected by the sun at all. Angel is neither of those, reduced to spending the daylight hours when the passengers are most active. He can smell them, hear them walking above him, but he doesn't dare mingle with them. Not when when the sun's still out.

But now it's down, having disappeared beneath the waves on the horizon. It's to the scene of Damon's fight he goes first, following the scent of something that smells human, yet not, to one of the nearby bars. He lingers for some time, watching as a young woman, clearly upset and frazzled, takes to easing her pain with the assistance of what's in the bottles available to her.

This must be Elena. He's watched, listened, and read. A lot of the conversations in the journals were unfiltered, open for anyone to read, not just him. It wasn't hard, putting two and two together, even if some of the pieces of the puzzle were still missing.

When she goes to pour herself another glass, he emerges — one single, fluid step from the shadows to the previously empty spot just behind her. He doesn't make sound, does nothing to alert her to his presence. (The well honed skills of a vicious predator come in handy for more than just hunting.) Not until he reaches for the bottle, anyway.

He's like a too-quiet cat in dire need of a bell.

Angel's fingers close around the bottle's neck to stop her from pouring any more of it out into her glass, tipping it back until it's sitting upright against the counter again.

"I think that's enough."

[butistayed]

[logan has no idea that elena or ethan are on this ship at the moment so this is one helluva time to find out that not only are they both on the ship, but they are also (finally) together. it only took them years, okay?

the world ended, and he hasn't seen either in a really, really long time.

he heads up to the bar from behind, tilting his head in confusion. it looks like--]

Elena?

[easily]

"Someone's had a bad evening."

Haven't you missed this voice, Elena? She's aware the other girl's on the ship, Stefan had told her as much but for whatever reason they haven't been reunited until this moment.

Rebekah's making her way into the bar for a drink -- not because she's having a particularly bad day but because she just wants a drink. Life on the ship can be trying -- especially after discovering her rift change is still in effect here -- but it could be worse. She has Stefan now, she's taking care of him just as she promised Elena she would.

Okay, so maybe part of her is a little jealous Stefan got his sibling back here when it's been so long since she's seen any of hers, but these things can't be helped.

[vampireboulevard]

[Sup, bestie.

Caroline's not even going to ask and just sit down next to her, ready to take the bottle when it's passed to her. She figures that eventually whatever it is will come out and they can deal with it then. For right now, there's just drinking.

Bonnie will probably flagged down at some point too - Elena seems like she's in desperate need of some girl talk.]

[consumes]

[this is the absolute last person that elena wants to see, but damon is here anyway, looking for her specifically after his night of recklessness and partying. he doesn't say a word though, and as reckless as he has been (as reckless and as angry and bitter and violent as he has been), it's completely stripped from him right now in a hollow, heavy kind of way.

he has his journal in his pocket as he moves to sit beside her at the bar still without saying a single word or looking at her just yet.]

[chaney]

Where's the bartender? You're obviously not him — or her.

[ men suck and you, young lady, smell like a wolf. and something else. something other than wolves and alcohol. something he can't quite put his finger on. color derek at least mildly intrigued, if only be virtue of having been on this ship for a few days with no solid answers or leads, then coming across a girl who smells like some semblance of something familiar to him when nothing else is. ]