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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[resuming]

"Uhm - "

Elena glances around, at a loss for several moments, before she turns toward the man that is standing before her. In black and white. He is not only a man that is standing before her in black and white, he most definitely looks like the man that was in one of the most celebrated movies of all times. Mystic Falls pays homage to Gone with the Wind enough it would be hard not to notice that right off the bat, and it's one of Damon's favorite books - she gave him one of the first copies for Christmas. She remembers that, along with a lot of other things.

She is startled enough by the lack of color on him, the striking familiarity - okay, the striking nature of him, period - and the strength of the waves that keep rocking the boat to and fro that she doesn't say anything further than that just yet.

I mean -

????!!!!!!

[comeandgetyourlove]

"Hey!"

The bellow rings out from further down the deck, followed by the heavy sound of boots on the boards. Under the dark sky, it's only when Peter steps into the light cast by lamps on the deck that he becomes visible. His long coat flares behind him as he marches toward the figure by the rails, revealing a blaster strapped to one hip and a Walkman strapped to the other.

"You, sir, are no gentleman." Yeah. He's seen Gone With the Wind. He steps close, the faint sound of music issuing forth from the headphones tucked under his chin. "You've got a lot of explaining to do, buddy. Why am I here? How did I get here? Why can't I go back through the door? Where are my friends? What the hell is going on."

He pauses. Casts another glance over Clark.

"...Why aren't you in Technicolor?"

[impetere]

Cora Hale is mostly really confused.

She has never seen Gone With the Wind (she and Alek haven't gotten there in her movie education), nor does she know who Clark Gable is. She also hasn't seen Pleasantville. Basically she is that poor, clueless teenager that makes everyone feel old, but the point is that she's not so focused on the Clark Gable of it all, and mostly focused on the fact that the man is in black and white.

And everything else is in color.

Seriously, what?

She doesn't really say anything as she just stands there and stares at him, which is rude, but she doesn't really know what else to do other than stand there and try to catch a scent. And be confused.

Really, really confused.

[waitress]

What the fuck are you?

[ how very eloquent of you, sookie. ]