caveofsapphires | Today is the first day of the rest of your lives [ opening post ]

WHO: EVERYONE. NPCs will be around to actively engage if you so desire.
WHAT: Sleepers wake and begin to figure out just what, exactly, they are supposed to do with themselves. tl;dr: REACTION POST for new characters to get out and mingle.
WHERE: Everywhere. Mostly the living quarters, but really: anywhere you want.
WHEN: The first week, April 1st through April 7th.
WARNINGS: Travis Touchdown (Ryan LeCourt) has quite a mouth on him.
NOTES: This is a serious game, guys. WE’RE SUPER SRS HERE. ~~This may be a lie.~~

Shimmering blue blanketed the underground city as the light reflected off the sapphires in the ceiling. It cast its eerie glow, almost mimicking the effect of light on water without the sort of freeing peace one might feel with the soft ocean waves. Figuring out how deep down the city was located was near impossible when the air was obviously heated to something approaching comfortable, and nothing seemed to echo too far past the quiet hum of the city.

Workers made their way down the street, every one with a Sleeper in tow. Something that would have been unheard of only a few days ago, now more likely than one would think. They intended to start slow, but considering how many others were still in cryo, this was a laidback pace.

"I think we might have, actually," Elena said, placing one finger on the name written in the diary. She looked back up at him pensively. She hadn't thought far enough about what to do once she actually did find someone from the diary. Honestly, Elena hadn't been expecting to, what with the century long sleep, and apocalypse.

Brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, she shifted her weight slightly. She was already this far... "How do you spell your name?"

Who could she be? A nice? A... a daughter? Cabanela was a bachelor. He'd never really considering looking for a girlfriend, having spent so much of his time trying to save his friend. But that wouldn't do him much good here, not until he found out just who he was in this city, even if it was a weird case of mistaken identity. The only other thing could have been the daughter of one of his co-workers, which he supposed would make her an honorary niece.

"D-i-l-l-o-n," he said. But now, he was thinking that they might actually be related. That... that was kind of a shock. He was still sure that everyone who had been on his team were long dead. But this, this was something special. Something he hadn't actually thought possible.

Elena bit her lip, as her suspicion was confirmed, before flashing Dillon a weak smile. What were the chances that she would find a relative? She handed the diary over to him, flipped open to the page she was looking for. "Here. You might want to read this."

Uncle Dillon came over again today. He tried to teach me that dance again, but I really don't think I'm the dancing type.

I think he feels bad. About Mom. I mean, she was his sister. I don't mind. It's a nice distraction from how quiet it is around home nowadays. It's a distraction from how much I miss her...

She honestly wasn't sure how to feel about this. There hadn't been a parental figure in her life since her parents died, and Stefan didn't count, as uptight as he was. Elena watched him carefully as he read the diary page, and chided herself. Just because it said they were related, doesn't mean he was going to act like it. It didn't mean she had to act like it. After all, she had been on her own (Stefan had been more of a teacher, and Damon barely counted as a teacher, let alone a guardian) for more than a year now, and she could take care of herself.

Cautiously, Elena asked, "What do you think?"

It took him reading through the diary entry several times before he spoke. "This..." he said, quietly. His normal cheerful tone gone from his voice. "This sounds like how they described me." He said after a moment. No one had mentioned a family to him, but perhaps that had been one of those "figure it out" things. You'd think he'd remember something as important as a sibling dying.

"Guess this means I'm your uncle, kid," he said, with a solemn smile.

"I guess so," Elena said in agreement, her voice sounding strained even to her own ears.

"It doesn't mean you have to act like ... an uncle. I mean, right now, it's kind of like we just met, since neither of us remember anything." And it was only compounded by the fact that she didn't know what his real name was, and he only knew her by Chloe. Even if it was supposedly their 'real' names, it just didn't feel genuine.

"That's fine," Cabanela said, cheerful as evil. "Toootally fine, baby." He wasn't the sort to think that she would instantly hug him and be excited to have an uncle here in the city. They didn't know each other. That, and he had a sneaking suspicion that these supposed real memories weren't as real as the people in charge would like him to believe.

He paused, glancing around as stealthily as possible. Nothing that looked like cameras, nothing that looked like guards around. "It's Cabanela, by the way," he said in the lowest voice he could manage.

Cabanela, huh? She wasn't sure if that was a first or last name, but she was willing to bet on the latter. Elena bit her lip slightly, eyes darting around. Even if there weren't visible cameras, that didn't necessarily mean there wasn't some other way of tracking their movements. This place was pretty futuristic-looking. Think Star Wars or something.

"You know, my name was Elena in my dream," she said cheerfully, almost like a random side thought. "Pretty weird, huh? It doesn't sound anything like Chloe. I wonder where my subconscious got it."

He smiled. "Our brains are strange, aren't they?" he asked cheerfully, aware of how strange of a conversation this was. But at the same time, he didn't want to get this girl into trouble. Even if she wasn't supposedly his relative, he wouldn't let her. It would be too much like getting Lynne in trouble.

"Maybe there was a script writer for our dreams. That might explain a thing or two."

"Maybe," she responded thoughtfully. Elena even relaxed slightly, because even though she had just met him, she just had this feeling of... comfort, chatting with him. He just had a natural charisma. "But they'd have to be incredibly creative to come up with what I dreamed about."

Cabanela had that affect on people. It certainly helped keep moral up in serious situations. "You're telling me," he said with a slight chuckle. "I wonder how many of us Sleepers had bizarre dreams. Maybe it's something in the water."

"I already met one guy with even weirder dreams than me," Elena said with a small smile. Then she lets out a small sigh. "Though as far as reality goes, this is a pretty depressing one to wake up to."

"Maybe they have a hell of a writing team," Cabanela said with a smirk. But that left him wondering what was going on. Somewhere, something didn't add up. He just had to find out where, and what. "If we're supposed to return to our homes, we'll find out something. At least, I sure hope so."

Today is the first day of the rest of your lives [ opening post ]

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oh my gosh i completely didn't see this ;__;

Totally okay!

♥

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