entrancelogs | (open) the stars gaze upon us too

Who: Stefan Salvatore and YOU
Where: all around the Citadel
When: April 1 - 4
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Space adventures start out so calm and then you end up running from the law. Sounds about right.
The Story:
a. presidium commons

[ When he had first arrived, Stefan had been told about another him, traveling across the galaxy on a spaceship. Until this very moment, the idea had seemed ridiculous.

Now that he's here, embarking on a similar journey, he wonders how he could ever grow used to the wonder, the ambiance, and even the sound of his slow, purposeful footsteps. Stefan orients himself quickly with everything the Commons have to offer, from the wide range of shops (cue him browsing for new space-age jackets) to even admiring those Blasto posters.

Mostly, though, he spends the mornings crawling through every single cafe and coffee shop the presidium has to offer. When he spots someone he thinks is from Wonderland - which isn't hard, they've got that equally tourist-y look to them - he gives them a wave and slides over his current coffee of the hour:] Try this.

I know the menu says something else, but trust me. Nothing else wakes you up more.

b. a photo says a thousand words

[ Or perhaps you'll catch Stefan with an old Polaroid in hand, stopping all along the Citadel for that perfect shot.

He's no photographer - his composition leaves much to be desired, and the windows' glare prevents him from capturing the best shot of the stars outside the station - but he wants to savor every moment. (He has no idea that those photographs might leave him, once Wonderland returns back to normal. He also knows that he has to try, to at least remember the past with something more tangible than one of his handwritten diaries.)

Stefan does, however, remember the importance of consent and so, before he even tries to get a shot with other people, he'll lower the camera and motion towards it, then to the people in the frame.

He's gonna ask before he captures it on film forever. No question about it. ]

c. the perfect swim (presidium)

[ Well, this blows.

After discovering the foreign booze in one of the Citadel's less prestigious bars, Stefan returns to the Presidium with slightly wobbly steps and an even more wobbly outlook on life. The lakes in the Presidium look so tempting right now. They're an oasis in the desert, and Stefan's the parched man who could use a pick-me-up. He doesn't know it's his last night in the Citadel, but he has this insatiable urge to dive in.

Even in the temporary darkness, the water seems to sparkle as he approaches the edge of the lake. The coast should've been clearer than the water awaiting him (and the faint stench of alcohol that he wants to douse off).

He flings his shoes and socks off, tentatively dipping his feet into that surprisingly cold crystal water. He doesn't take much longer to wade in and-

And those sure are C-Sec officers staring back at him. Stefan doesn't even try to nab his shoes; he's got bigger concerns. Like trying to evade some pretty unhappy law enforcement officials. Don't mind the drenching wet vampire running past you, or the officers intent on mowing him down - it's nothing personal. Especially if he accidentally bumps into you on his way out. ]

d. wildcard

[ Want to do something else with Stefan that wasn't mentioned here? Shoot me a PM and we'll get the ball rolling. ]

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[ As it turns out, running from the law was in and of itself a violation of its own. Stefan wished he knew that before he fled the scene of his crime.

(Didn't the Citadel have bigger fish to fry? He could've sworn he saw some cars being taken for a joyride or three...)

In the end, resistance is futile and Stefan doesn't want to try compulsion. He's already lost the battle. He doesn't want to lose another one and ruin any hope of getting out of here before the night's over. At least he's dry now, rather than the sopping wet mess that had been carted into the station.

He doesn't remain alone forever, though – after about half an hour, his cell opens up and another guy enters. Stefan blinks back surprise upon realizing just who it is:] Barry? What're you doing here?

[ with his head hung, barry lets the police...aliens escort him into the detaining cell. dressed in civilian clothes, the only difference in his usual attire are the converse shoes that light up every time he takes a step. they'd been something he originally enjoyed seeing, and had partly been the reason why he'd chosen to take a joy run along the streets and the sky-roads. ]

[ they lit up even at his very fast speeds. he thinks he almost looked like a really fantastic light show. ]

[ looking up, he gives stefan a small smile. looking over his shoulder, he watches as that iron bar closes, and lets out a breath as his shoulders sag. hands in his pockets, he lifts one, keeping it in there as a half-assed wave. ] Hey. I guess this is the place to be, huh?

Absolutely. Forget the bars, the holding cell's got better company.

[ Stefan laughs, returning the wave before folding his arms. While he notes those converses, he can't judge. He's wearing fuzzy socks, the kind that glow in the dark, with bitty spaceships on them. It was the only thing he could grab on such short notice.

He sighs, ] At least it's just the two of us for now?

Two's a company, three's a … probably a prison yard by the looks of it.

[ he lifts his shoulders, arms spanning away from his sides even though his hands stay in his pockets. they slap back into place as he shifts his feet along the ground. barry glances down for a moment, distracted by the glow of his shoes. he likes them very much, even though the colouring isn't red and would definitely clash with his suit. ]

[ he cocks his head toward him. ] What'd you get done for?

Swimming. [ He pauses, knowing full well that swimming, under normal circumstances, is a perfectly normal hobby. His cheeks grow a faint red as he decides to reveal the full truth:] More accurately, swimming in the reservoirs.

Something about my body throwing off the pH balance and making the water unsafe to drink?

Dude! The first thing about being in an alternate universe is to not go skinny dipping! You're poisoning everything. [ barry shakes his head and tuts under his breath. in reality, barry actually doesn't know if that's a law. that's something he should ask wells and jesse, see whether or not the way his body vibrates may be different to the way that water works. ]

[ — for another time. ]

[ then his expression shifts from being scrunched up and disappointed to something more open and interested. ] Were there fish?

Technically, I was fully clothed.

[ Because, knowing him and his boring ol' self, there was probably no moment where Stefan Salvatore decided to let loose and jump around in a public body of water. He lacked the confidence for it. Hell, drunk him lacked the confidence for it.

Sober him still kind of wishes he had some booze. It would make his prison stay more enjoyable. ]

It was a reservoir. I'm pretty sure I was the only living thing in there.

[ barry purposefully doesn't look impressed. being on this planet has been pretty impressive for him, but the things they choose to arrest people for is a little subpar. driving recklessly when he has no car? truthfully, he's pretty lucky he hasn't been tossed into jail for running along the cars that had been flying in the air. perhaps metas are just lucky — or the alien police are a fan of his wardrobe. ]

Wow ... You're on an alien planet and you jump into a reservoir where there's no alien fish with your clothes on?

[ he shakes his head again. ] Dude, you need to learn to live a little.

What if the alien fish bit me, Allen? [ He scoffs, folding his arms and giving Barry a purposefully disgusted look. Two can play this game, bro. ] Then I'd become a were-fish, or a fishy vampire, and where would we be?

You call it living, I call it "preventing a were-fish invasion."

[ . . .

maybe he's still kind of drunk. ]

You'd be singing songs with Ariel and King Triton, and I'd still be me. [ he shrugs his shoulders, taking a few steps before beginning to walk the perimeter of the cell. it's an action that's thoughtless, almost like it's simply instinct to begin walking around and around instead of sitting down. ]

Not sure if that's a good thing. I want to be a fish. Or a mermaid and use a fork for my hair. [ he looks to stefan and gestures with his fingers, ] Explains yours.

[ ouch. that one hit way below the belt.

Stefan scoffs, not entirely feigning that offense, ] If you think this is weird, you should wait and see me before I put in the gel.

[ He's not even trying to pretend his look is natural, because well? it sure isn't. Though he pauses upon watching Barry pace a little - and that exaggerated offended look gives way to genuine concern. ]

We're gonna get out soon. I promise.

(open) the stars gaze upon us too

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