entrancelogs | (open) there's miles between what we say and what we mean

Who: Stefan Salvatore and you!!
Where: All over the mansion
When: The month of December
Rating: PG
Summary: Stefan's rediscovering himself - and probably setting himself up for failure in the process. Also includes a couple of closed starters.

The Story:
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[After hanging out with Elena in the Youth Center, Stefan drops by later to peruse their video game selection. He can't remember if he likes them. He also can't remember if he hates them. So he's going through the entire selection - one by one - and wasting almost an entire day in here, keeping copious notes on each genre and what he likes and what he doesn't. His notes grow progressively messier and more tea-stained as the day grows on.

> FARMING SIMULATION: hard pass. girls are hard to please. also what the hell is a blue feather???
> RHYTHM GAMES: okay?? maybe??
> BEAT 'EM UPS: bring them on.
> CITY BUILDER: VERY HARD PASS.

If he's not actively wasting his entire immortal existence in front of a screen, he's alternatively exploring the Chapel, kneeling down and murmuring a broken, quiet prayer to whoever might be listening.

He's not terribly sure of what he's saying, but he stops every now and then, just to gauge how he feels. It's hard for him to tell.

Or maybe you've caught him in the kitchen, with a whole assortment of snacks and beverages. Once again, there's copious notes, and he's scribbling down how he feels. Soda's okay, orange juice is decent, but he sure can't say he likes chocolate milk (blasphemy).

He's gonna be all around Wonderland this month, trying out things new and old, so even if you don't catch him here, give him a wildcard and see what sticks.]

b) you get in your own way (closed to Cami)

[Stefan's tired of pretending that he's okay.

He can't give himself advice when he's stuck in an eternal rut, and he sure can't find inner wisdom in his diary entries. He'd picked up a new one, while he was browsing his closet, and the whole thing feels so hollow.

He's not the old Stefan. He can't pour out his entire heart, and he sure can't see a point in keeping a permanent record. He can, however, see the point in seeking therapy - in seeking an outside, uninvolved third party for said guidance.

So he makes his way towards the Therapy Office and takes a deep breath as he knocks on the door. Out of habit, because he keeps forgetting that he's a vampire:] Um, hello? Is anyone there?

c) apple pie in the sky hopes (closed to Barry)

[After their first successful coffee shop visit, Stefan's determined to master the secret to decent closet pie.

So he's invited Barry to visit his bedroom and teach him the secrets of pie whispering. Pizza pie whispering? Either way, this is a mystery he's determined to unlock, and he'll do the Frank Hardy thing to uncover this treasure trove.

He leans back on his bed, with his back pressed against the wall,] So how does this go? Is there a specific combination or phrase I should be thinking of?

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Well, I suppose we can find out.

[Don't worry, Dorian can get you some from the kitchen. It's a magic kitchen, after all.]

No time like the present, right?

[He'll head over to the closet and pull out, well - it's not the roast pork Dorian was certainly thinking of. It's also not the roast pork Stefan was thinking of; it's some hybridized roast pork belly with honey from Sichuan cuisine.

Stefan stares at it, a little blankly.]

Did you mean like, Chinese roast pork?

[Uh... What IS that? It looks like something fused their ideas of a "pork roast" and created an abomination. Dorian tries not to look too disgusted as he stares at the food...]

... I believe that's Wonderlandian Roast Pork, actually. Can't think of another thing to call it.

[Stefan shoots Dorian a super judgmental look. He knows you're from the past, bro, but Sichuan-style food never hurt anyone.]

I'm pretty sure it's just Sichuan. As in, food cooked from the Sichuan province of China? It may be slathered in spices, but it's still roasted pork. A little adventure won't kill you.

[Sigh] You've got a point there.

[Dorian's just going to get a plate and some silverware. Guess lunch is just gonna have to come early... And be a bit strange.]

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THE MEATS HAVE FUSED

I MEAN, IT'S... JUST SICHUAN STYLE, IT'S THE SAME DISH

ARE YOU SURE IT DOESN'T HAVE ANY SIZE-CHANGING MUSHROOMS IN THERE?