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open } {in the still of the night...
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.
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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Clark smiles at her when she looks over at him, when she appraises him. He leans against the railing with the cigarette between his fingers, and the smile slips into something of a charming smirk at the question.
"For other people to think that the journey and the potential answers will be worth the risk," he says, and he knows that is still a lot to ask of the people on this ship, but plenty of them have reason to want to find answers. "Whatever reason we're here, it seems like it would be far easier for this ship to capsize if death was what this place wanted for us, don't you think? I know much less than I'd like to, but I know I'm not here to lead anyone into danger without reward, without an end destination in mind."
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It's nothing she hadn't thought of before. If the ship did want them dead, it would've made it happen by now, whether that involved a Titanic-like situation or not. "I do think so, but I also didn't think it would want us to find the answers." At least, forces at play didn't want them to, or they would've been much more readily available sooner.
Otherwise - why now? What changed? There's so many questions and no seemingly clear answers.
At least he's being honest about the risks. She doesn't need to assess these risks. Elena wants to know why they're here, and if that leads them to a way to control the door, then all the better.
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It's why he was looking for Elena specifically, because she started looking for those answers first.
"I think it does want you to find the answers. Like to think so since that is, as far as I know, the reason I'm here," he says, and there is so much he doesn't know about himself. There are questions tangle in his mind. "Maybe it only needed those willing to look around, search for answers, determined to find a way for a specific reason, a good reason, doll. You started looking, and it gave a way. Wouldn't blame you for not trusting it. Wouldn't be smart to trust it completely, but I know the answers aren't on this ship. If they are, all of you would've gotten to them by now."
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In a way, that's promising. He may be walking into this as blindly as they are, but it also means that he's as determined as they are. He was sent here for a reason. It makes sense, too, that the answers aren't on this ship. Someone would've stumbled on something already, if not herself. She takes a deep breath and thinks of all the very good reasons she has for wanting to find a way. Her determination hasn't wavered, not a bit. If anything, it's been strengthened with time.
"I'm in," she says suddenly, after a moment of deliberation.
"If you're going to go find answers - I want to be a part of it."
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"I was hoping you'd say that." Clark doesn't doubt that she can do it. He doesn't doubt that she's supposed to be there on that trip with him. It makes sense to him, and he doesn't ask what skills she has. It falls into place in a way that he seems to understand. "There will be three teams. Two teams will stay here to ready the ship, and one team? They will be going to get the navigational codes off of the cruise ship. I'll be on the team heading off of the ship. There's risk and danger any way you go, sweetheart, but... my way has the most risk."
He takes a drag from his cigarette with a light smirk as he leans against the railing to face her.
"Not that I think that'll deter you nor do I want it to. Just wanna be straight with you."
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"It won't," she says after a very short moment of consideration. He's right that it won't deter her. Elena started this, and she's going to make sure that she sees it through. If it leads to more control of the Red Door along with answers as to why they're here to begin with, then she needs to do it. For Damon, for Ethan - for plenty of people she loves that should get to choose where they go. She pulls in a determined breath, and gives him a nod.
"I appreciate it, but I can handle it. I'm going with you."
There's honestly nothing more to say on the matter. Little miss on a mission has found herself another mission.
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It is something to be proud of honestly, and he is glad to hear she'll be going with him, with his team. He will want her at his side since she did start this all out with her pure intentions, with her wanting to find a way to control the door to help people that she loves not return to the terrible places that they are from.
"Never doubted that you could. You've got a spot on my team, Elena."
That is a guarantee from him as he turns back against the railing to stare out at the sea, the waves, as they wash up against the ship.