03rd Landing . video

[landfall]

Really? I still don't have an inmate? Come on.

[ Hey Barge, have Racetrack in a sweatshirt with her hair messily pulled back. Lookin' good messy. Like she spent half an hour in the mirror getting it to look messy-perfect, because she did, and don't judge her, she hasn't had half an hour to spend on her hair in years. ]

Anyway. Attention, people with - well, medium-bad judgment. Especially Mal. Triad - it's a card game, like poker - my place, the stakes are clothes because I don't have any money. First four or five takers are invited. And, because of the stakes, no one underage.

Oh, and Felix Gaeta is not invited.

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

Dear God, tell me this isn't about to turn into some horrendous metaphor.

[landfall]

I hate metaphors.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Small graces...

[landfall]

Offer's open. Stop by my cabin if you want.

[ And she gives the number, on level 1. ]

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

[...She's not a huge fan of Racetrack, but free booze is always a good thing. So fine. She'll bite.]

[Figuratively.]

[Elena knocks on the cabin door after a while and folds her arms. She can tolerate being around Racetrack for at least a few glasses of whatever she's got stocked up in there and then she's outie. Zero conversation about feelings though or Jeremy for that matter. All of that is good and well pushed down.]

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[landfall]

[ The door is huge, heavy, metal, with a spinning wheel like in submarines.

Or spaceships.

There's a pause, and then the wheel spins and the door swings open. Behind is a bunkroom - twelve bunks, four in the left wall, four in the back, four in the right, with a large metal table in the center.

Racetrack peers at Elena. ]

You actually showed up.

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena looks over Racetrack's shoulder at the interior. In fact, she doesn't even really spare Racetrack much of a look at all. She was pretty serious about that whole pilot thing. Not what Elena would've hoped for as far as cabins are concerned, but to each other own.]

[Doesn't mean there won't be judgments made, but...]

[She finally gives Racetrack the time of day.]

Well, who am I to say no to free booze?

spam that sparkles in the sunlight

[landfall]

[ Free booze. Fine. If that's what entices her in, that's what entices her in. ]

Fine. Grab a bunk, or a chair, or stand there. Either way.

[ She pulls out a bottle of ambrosia, and a couple of glasses. ]

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena moves to follow, but then it's like there's a big old wall right there on the threshold of Racetrack's cabin.]

[Of course. This was one of those murky area situations.]

[Elena folds her arms and says nothing, opting to just wait for an invitation inside than to ask for it. Let her think Elena was just being stubborn and evasive.]

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[landfall]

[ She glances back. ]

What are you waiting for?

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[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena shrugs.]

You seem a little reluctant to have me in your room.

[landfall]

I'm not.

Didn't I invite you over here?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

You really mean to say it wasn't one of those invitations where you were just hoping I'd say no?

[landfall]

...no?

I just didn't expect you to say yes.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[...Man, how the hell do Damon and Stefan put up with this stuff?]

So you're just a bad hostess then?

[landfall]

I'm giving you alcohol. How does that make me a bad hostess?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Well you could try giving me a little more enthusiastic of an invitation in.

[landfall]

Do you need one?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Are good manners that difficult for you?

[landfall]

Maybe they're about as hard for me as they are for you.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena has just the hint of a smile.]

Hey, I can have perfect manners. I just choose not to.

[landfall]

Well, milady, you can consider yourself to have a standing invitation.

I get bored easily. [ She could use the company. And the conversation. ]

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Elena smiles wider, offering a mock-curtsy before she steps inside finally. She certainly didn't hold her breath a little bit though. Stepping further inside, she looks around before deciding to sit at the table.]

So what the hell is this place supposed to be anyway?

[landfall]

Racks. A pilot's barracks. I'm thinking of asking him to change it, because frak me is it quiet.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

The number of beds does seem a little... [Elena gives one of those scrutinizing mean girl looks before she smiles. She doesn't imagine Racetrack would have that kind of company in her cabin.] Excessive.