voyagers | [ota] i am a super srs rper

[oh no.

kitty looks unhappy w/ him. no no no. john keeps a hold on her to keep her up like she needs help w/ that or something, and he just ducks his head in SHAME. IN SHAME.]

...helping?

[it's asked as a question because HE THOUGHT HE DID GOOD. /tail between legs.] I've... never been drunk before.

[ elena eyes him curiously.

it's not that she's going to make assumptions, it's just - okay, she's going to make assumptions. he looks at least a little bit older than her, so the fact he's never been drunk before, while not implausible, makes her wonder about the reasons why. ]

If you really want to help me, you'll stay away from the pool's edge.

[ she says this very srsly, btw, john. as though you really could be a life saver here if you comply. gingerly, she slips a hand over his arm to try and help him up again. ] Do you ... even know where you are?

[john realizes how strange it would be. the people at the lair are always trying to get him to get drunk in those rare times when they party it out, but john never feels comfortable with losing that awareness when all of those lives are on his shoulders.

he stares at her, and his mouth drops open a bit.]

...really? How does that help?

[but he believes her. the kitten seems very, very serious. john blinks as he lets her lead him wherever she wants to. confused puppy is in your hands, elena. tiny, confused smile.] ...no.

A ship? Wait, a... ship. I've-- Been here before.

Are you really going to question the person you just threw into the pool?

[ elena, that's not exactly how it happened, but that doesn't seem to matter at the moment as she is oh-so-offended he'd doubt her word. and the confused puppy is in very good hands now. not that she has a whole lot of experience with dogs. thor wasn't all that fond of her and her orders, now that she thinks about it.

that might have more to do with the fact it was jeremy's dog, tho.

and she'll just be relieved he's been here before. explaining it in general is a doozy. explaining it in john's state? would likely be a comedy of errors. ] Does that mean you already have a cabin?

[oh no, puppy is sad.]

...wait, I didn't-- Did I... throw you in?

[john looks incredibly sad about this and apologetic and noooooooo. he really doesn't know what to expect out of being drunk. russell once levitated an entire bus while he was drunk so he knows... that stuff can happen they wouldn't ordinarily do.

but noooo.

his hand rests on her shoulder mostly because without that, he'd probably topple over and he is trying to stay upright. kinda.] ...maybe? [he stares and looks sideways at her LOST, CONFUSED.] I don't... remember where it is.

[ elena is just going to neatly side-step that question, allowing him to wonder.

did you, john? did you really? and then tomorrow, or whenever he's sobered up, she'll tell the truth. it was a mutual effort, after all. if she hadn't been so stubborn in her determination to move him as opposed to being realistic about his weight versus her own, maybe they both wouldn't have gone tumbling down into the pool.

we'll never know.

and oof, elena will slip an arm around his waist to keep him upright and balanced, already moving him toward the stairs that lead to the cabins. ] That's okay, we'll find it. I'm assuming it has your name. [ there's a silence that follows. ] What is your name?

[ bee-tee-dubs. ]

[no. john still looks like an incredibly sad puppy about it. ;______________;]

But you-- I'm sorry. If I did. [he closes his eyes, shaking his head even if words aren't coming to him completely at the moment. john blinks and slides his hand behind his neck even as he leans against her, because he kind of has to or else he would land flat on his face instead.

john is grateful that she has a hold on him given he is a complete stranger, and she could have walked the other way and that woulda been within her right. ...wait, what is his name? hold on, just a--]

John. My name is... John. [pause.] John Young.

[ oh, john. she is just not the kind of person that would walk the other way. even in situations where she should, and this doesn't happen to be one of them. ]

John.

[ it's said gently as she continues to steer him up the stairs. he is heavy, but he is also cooperating with her, so it's not hard to maneuver him so as long as he doesn't fight her on it. ]

I'm Elena, and we're going to get you some water, okay? [ water to drink, not water to swim in, thank you very much. ]

[john is not used to that kind of thinking really, and he is the one that decided to get drunk. even if he wasn't on the ship... when he decided that, his life is far more in danger back home, not being in the lair but walking around the city drunk... than it is here.

he closes his eyes when she says his name, and then he swallows, looks down between the two of them as she maneuvers and leads him. he's not fighting her on it at all. just going wherever she leads like a giant, drunk puppy... and they're both dripping water as they go

with their clothes super stuck to their bodies.] Hi, Elena. [he waves a tiny bit.] ...weren't we just in water?

[ there is a lot of water here in this thread, it's true. elena is a pro at this kind of thing now. maybe that's why she ended up meeting the god of the sea himself. the universe probably got a kick out of that one for its sheer irony alone.

basically:

so dripping, much wetness. ]

To drink. [ the correction comes wryly and with the slightest shake of her head. the clothes do stick to her frame, but she tries to ignore that as she maneuvers them toward what she hopes are the kitchens. ] Hi, John. [ you really are a giant, drunk puppy, aren't you? ]

[water is bad. leave elena alone!!!!!!! water!!!!!!!!!

but no, they are dripping and wet. and they're leaving puddles behind them, and it is kind of adorable really.

john lifts up his eyebrows at the correction before he nods, stares down at his feet.]

Oh. I get it. [john follows where she leads, keeping his arm around her as she starts towards the kitchens. he doesn't know where they are or where they are going, and he is too drunk to think straight about it.] Not a drink-drink but water to... drink. [pause.] Hi.

[jrkl;ae a very drunk, big puppy.]

[ elena lifts her eyebrows right back at him, except there's still that faint amusement coating her expressions. she really is pleased he is following where she leads without putting up a fight.

as it has been stated, he is quite bigger than her.

the smirk on her lips tugs a bit wider. ]

You said that already.

[ not that she minds being told hi twice. she just thought she would let him know. ]

[there is a kitchen ahead of them to the right, and because he is so much bigger than her, it likely is gonna take some wobbly and maneuvering before he can turn on his own feet.

he looks down at her, and john tilts his head to the side before a tiny, drunk, quiet laugh escapes him when he releases a breath.]

...oh.

[he did not realize that.] Thanks for-- [john gestures. emotionally unavailable dude that he can be sometimes, but he means that.] I got drunk... before I showed up here.

You made it sound like it was your first time, too.

[ elena comments on this lightly - more out of curiosity than condemnation, really - as she leads him into the kitchen. specifically, toward one of the stools so he can sit down. his legs don't seem to be at their most steady at the moment, okay? she goes to the fridge in search of water, but that reminds her - ]

Have you had anything to eat?

[ if he got drunk on an empty stomach, that might be part of the reason why he's so unsteady. elena is no culinary chef, but that doesn't mean she can't whip up something fast and harmless. besides, the kitchens seem to have a lot of food all ready to go and eat. so john may be spared elena's attempts. ]

It... is. I've had drinks before, but I've... never gotten drunk before.

[john never let himself before. there was too much responsibility. and the responsibility is still there, but... he just got kicked out and was lost, and he ended up there. it's something he is really starting to regret. he grew up around it even before ultra after all. there were times he hated alcohol. he blinks after a moment, looking over at her at the question

and then shaking his head.] No. Not in... awhile.

[he can't remember the last time. it was kind of a really busy day, and whenever that happens, it's hard to remember to do much else. by the time the business stopped, he... well. things went to hell even worse than before, and he... had no more home and nowhere to go] ...why? Are you gonna cook something?

I think it would be best for everyone if I didn't.

[ a wry smile touches her lips as she looks back at him while simultaneously closing the fridge. taking a few steps over to him, she sets the cool, bottled water in front of him before she motions back to the kitchens. ]

The food replenishes by itself. Some of it you have to cook, but some of it's just ... already made. Like it's waiting for you.

[ sometimes, it even seems to be sentient if you have a certain craving and that craving appears. no one ever said this ship wasn't ridiculous. ]

...that bad of a cook?

[john smirks a bit when he sees that wry smile on her face, and he leans against the counter. he picks up the bottle of water gratefully, glancing to look sideways at her.]

Kind of creepy. Are we sure there's no one in charge of this ship?

[because he can see how a telepath could easily figure that stuff out, what someone was craving, and there are people with all kinds of powers here, maybe several working together-- his brain is not in a good place to try to create theories about this ship since it's still... swimming in alcohol

so he just takes a long drink fro the bottle of water.]

Let's just say it's a work-in-progress.

[ by which she means, yes. elena is not going to be winning culinary awards any time soon. she can fend for herself if it comes to easy things, or some old family recipes of hers, but gordon ramsay would have some choice words for her if he ever tried any of her (burnt) dishes out. ]

As far as we know. At least, not that we've seen. I've looked, but ...

[ elena sighs as she retrieves a water bottle for herself, as well. ] Most of the questions I've tried to answer only lead to more questions.

...that bad.

[john fills in with a tiny smile even in his drunken state as he takes a long drink from the water in his glass. he leans against the counter as he looks at her.]

But if they are powerful enough to steer a ship in the middle of nowhere and pull people into it from all kinds of different worlds?

They're going to be more than powerful enough to not be found too. [which is scary in and of itself. what's the point of this place? what does it or them get out of their being here?]

[ elena will not dignify that with an answer, john!!! ]

Probably, but there's strength in numbers. [ which is what she said to cora. ] There has to be something, and sooner or later, we're going to find it. [ at least, elena plans to. if she's going to make sure that damon never gets sent back to the world he came from, then she needs to get her hands metaphorically dirty.

so, y'know. she's getting her hands dirty. if there's something to be found on this ship, rest assured elena will find it. ]

[which is enough of an answer all on its own ;)!!!!!!]

That is inspiring and everything, but it is also a little vague. I also get the impression that when you say we, you mean I and you have this tone in your voice like you're determined and have some kind of plan. [john takes a long drink from the glass in front of him. and well, he is really good at reading people even when he is not trying to pick up any thoughts from them.

also, no, elena, don't do the thing! damon already decided he will do the thing so neither you and stefan will do the thing!!!!]

[ shhhhhh. ]

I don't ... have a plan, exactly, but I am determined to figure things out. It's important. [ beyond the damon factor, they have to know what they're up against. there's no way of knowing where they're heading, or if it really leads anywhere. there's no way of knowing where that red door could lead them at any moment's notice.

shut up, damon. you don't tell stefan or elena what to do, that includes the thing!!! ]

[uh huh. ;)]

Exactly? It is important to figure things out, but if there's strength in numbers, wouldn't it be better to come up with a plan all together? Whoever is here? [john takes a long drink from the bottle in front of him, and then he slides a hand over his face.

no, but he can do the thing before either of them can do the thing!!!!!!!!! then see what happens :|a.]

[ ugh, john. stop making so much sense. ]

There's ... someone here who would try to stop me if they knew it's what I planned on doing. [ so she's just been trying to figure things out on her own. of course, whenever she gets close to coming up with something, she gets sent back to wherever she is and everything gets muddled again.

she's not sure that's a coincidence. AND GET OUT OF THIS TAG, DAMON. ]

Edited 2014-08-04 05:28 (UTC)

[no, john will not. there is a reason he is a leader of a small group of people (okay, a reason he was a leader-- ukw details).]

...why do they want to stop you? Also, it wouldn't be what you planned on doing. It would be a group effort. You said yourself we're stronger in numbers. [even drunk he can figure this out, okay? then the microwave dings, and oh there's a warm sandwich in there... with chips. way to be creepy, ship. john's just gonna stare at the microwave like he isn't sure if he wants to eat it. but at the same time, he really does.

U DONT GET TO TELL HIM WHAT TO DO EITHER, ELENA.]

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