open } {in the still of the night...

[cicerone]

The ship may seem quieter lately than usual.

It is a quietness that is both eerie and noticeable even to those who may not be as perceptive as others. The stars are brighter or perhaps it is that the sky that they are blanketed across is somehow darker. The waves seem to kick up so loud against the sides of the ship that it can be heard from the top of the deck.

The holograms and ghosts have all but disappeared for the time being.

Maybe it feels like the calm before the storm.

It should.

On the deck of the ship, there is a man who has a very specific purpose for being here. He is clearly not a hologram or a ghost. He is quite obviously very real, but there is something noticeably different about him that would be picked up on immediately whether you find him at the bar having a drink or find him smoking out by the railing. He is in black and white while the world around him remains in color. Ever seen Pleasantville? It's exactly like that.

Clark is specifically looking for Elena Gilbert but is happy to talk to anyone who might approach him. Elena is the one started looking for answers about the ship to find a way to prevent someone she loves from returning to the world he is from. The looking set forward a chain of events. More people are looking for the answers now too wherever they can, trying to poke into pieces of the ship.

The universe took notice, and now he is here.

The answers are out there, and Clark has been given the task of showing them the way to get those answers. He doesn't know the answers himself. All in all, it feels like he knows very little, like he is as much as a part of the mess as all of the people on this ship (even more so perhaps). He only knows what he is supposed to do, what his role is to play, and Clark intends to play that role whatever it takes.

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[waitress]

What the fuck are you?

[ how very eloquent of you, sookie. ]

[cicerone]

[The lack of eloquence makes him smirk actually. It's kind of charming to him.]

Can't say that I know.

[Clark offers out an empty glass in her direction.] Care for a drink?

[waitress]

Not really. I don't drink with the chromatically challenged.

[ was this guy even human?? ...asks the fae halfling. ]

[cicerone]

That a recent policy? [there's a charming smirk that tugs across his face even as he takes a drink from the glass in his hand just the same.]

Just wondering how many people you've met who are in black and white.

[he's not human, and with her abilities, she'd be able to tell that.

she'd know more than he does already about what the hell he is. all he knows is he's a guide, and both the mystery of what he is and why he is along with the little he knows about what's to come, about what he needs to do are there in his head for her to read.]

[waitress]

[ that cross of her arms over her chest says that no, she hasn't met any outside of him. still, it's a policy she feels needs to be in place. sookie can tell he isn't human, she knows that there are things he doesn't know about himself, because that's what sookie does: she knows things, hears things that other people shouldn't be able to. it's her blessing and her curse.

being fae sucks — pun intended. ]

You're not here for me.

[cicerone]

I'm here for anyone that wants answers to this place. I want them too. Believe it or not.

[there is a long pause though as he looks at her, and there's a tiny smile before he tilts his head to the side to look at her curiously, because there is something about the way she says it. she says it with such certainty like she knows somehow.

and he knows the people on this ship have powers, have ways, have abilities.]

But no, I came looking for someone that started looking for those answers for a very pure reason. That is what set the rest into motion. How could you tell?

[waitress]

I'm telepathic, but you already knew that, didn't you?

[cicerone]

No, I didn't.

Your certainty made me guess you might have a way of being so certain, but I didn't know. [There is a lot that he doesn't know.]