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Entry tags:
- life is strange: max caulfield,
- the mummy: evelyn carnahan,
- the picture of dorian gray: dorian gray,
- the vampire diaries: caroline forbes,
- the vampire diaries: damon salvatore,
- the vampire diaries: elena gilbert,
- the vampire diaries: katherine pierce,
- the vampire diaries: klaus mikaelson,
- the vampire diaries: rebekah mikaelson,
- the vampire diaries: stefan salvatore,
- the witcher: regis
(closed + open prompts) let us put tears and memories away
Who: Stefan Salvatore + you!!
Where: around Wonderland
When: November 8th
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 for language
Summary: Stefan's arrived in Wonderland, and honestly - it might be the most normal thing he's experienced all week.
The Story:
a) the awakening [closed to Damon]
[Give him five more minutes...
Mm, this space is way too comfortable and warm for its own good. As Stefan stifles a yawn, he shifts in his leather armchair and stares up at the (starry, eternally-changing) ceiling. That sure isn't Whitmore. Nor is it Tessa's cabin.
He furrows his brow as he glances down at the pile of books near him. The titles are familiar mystery series (including, of course, the Hardy Boys). There's even a warm and fuzzy blanket draped over him, as if he'd fallen asleep right in this reading nook.
Problem is, he doesn't remember any sort of library, much less one this spacious with a ceiling that shifts with each passing second. Stefan would rise to his feet, maybe stretch his legs, but a familiar face stops him right where he is - ]
Damon? [He sits up straighter, shrugging off the blanket to reveal his leather jacket - and okay, maybe he wears it well, but he's far more concerned about the suspicious lack of a costume on his brother's part.] Where exactly are we?
b) stop & smell the tea [open]
["Caffeine takes off the edge," someone had once told him. A cup of coffee would go a long way in raising his body temperature and making him feel human. Honestly, Stefan feels pretty human as it is, but hey. Some coffee sounds pretty good right about now.
So he heads into a tea room, fully intent on grabbing a pick-me-up. One small problem: it's a tea room, not a coffee room. Stefan can adjust. A cup of tea should do the exact same trick, and that teapot will -
That teapot will break in his hands, because someone doesn't know his own strength.
Stefan stares at it, then at the puddle of tea around his spot, before he sighs and reaches for another teapot. He should clean that up, probably, but he's all butterfingers and nerves (and that second teapot's dangerously close to breaking too).]
c) judging books by their cover [open]
[Sometime later, Stefan returns to the library with a mission. He may be stuck in Wonderland, but that's absolutely no excuse to stop and savor a few books. He has a small reading list, of mainstream novels circa 2011, and he's combing through the shelves as if they'll uncover buried treasure.
Except, every single time, his fingers clutch classics. East of Eden (because of his costume?), The Great Gatsby (seriously?), Dracula (why??), or once, The Time Machine (how about no??). For someone who doesn't remember the past, much less the present, this exercise feels rather futile.
He lets out a groan as he nearly slams one book back into the shelf,] Come on! There's gotta be something decent here.
[Or you know, something that's not a classic because he sure remembered those Hardy Boy novels.]
d) wildcard
[Wanna play something else? Consider this a free space: ping me via PM or AIM and I'll write you a starter.]
Where: around Wonderland
When: November 8th
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 for language
Summary: Stefan's arrived in Wonderland, and honestly - it might be the most normal thing he's experienced all week.
The Story:
a) the awakening [closed to Damon]
[Give him five more minutes...
Mm, this space is way too comfortable and warm for its own good. As Stefan stifles a yawn, he shifts in his leather armchair and stares up at the (starry, eternally-changing) ceiling. That sure isn't Whitmore. Nor is it Tessa's cabin.
He furrows his brow as he glances down at the pile of books near him. The titles are familiar mystery series (including, of course, the Hardy Boys). There's even a warm and fuzzy blanket draped over him, as if he'd fallen asleep right in this reading nook.
Problem is, he doesn't remember any sort of library, much less one this spacious with a ceiling that shifts with each passing second. Stefan would rise to his feet, maybe stretch his legs, but a familiar face stops him right where he is - ]
Damon? [He sits up straighter, shrugging off the blanket to reveal his leather jacket - and okay, maybe he wears it well, but he's far more concerned about the suspicious lack of a costume on his brother's part.] Where exactly are we?
b) stop & smell the tea [open]
["Caffeine takes off the edge," someone had once told him. A cup of coffee would go a long way in raising his body temperature and making him feel human. Honestly, Stefan feels pretty human as it is, but hey. Some coffee sounds pretty good right about now.
So he heads into a tea room, fully intent on grabbing a pick-me-up. One small problem: it's a tea room, not a coffee room. Stefan can adjust. A cup of tea should do the exact same trick, and that teapot will -
That teapot will break in his hands, because someone doesn't know his own strength.
Stefan stares at it, then at the puddle of tea around his spot, before he sighs and reaches for another teapot. He should clean that up, probably, but he's all butterfingers and nerves (and that second teapot's dangerously close to breaking too).]
c) judging books by their cover [open]
[Sometime later, Stefan returns to the library with a mission. He may be stuck in Wonderland, but that's absolutely no excuse to stop and savor a few books. He has a small reading list, of mainstream novels circa 2011, and he's combing through the shelves as if they'll uncover buried treasure.
Except, every single time, his fingers clutch classics. East of Eden (because of his costume?), The Great Gatsby (seriously?), Dracula (why??), or once, The Time Machine (how about no??). For someone who doesn't remember the past, much less the present, this exercise feels rather futile.
He lets out a groan as he nearly slams one book back into the shelf,] Come on! There's gotta be something decent here.
[Or you know, something that's not a classic because he sure remembered those Hardy Boy novels.]
d) wildcard
[Wanna play something else? Consider this a free space: ping me via PM or AIM and I'll write you a starter.]