Є020 spam/text/video

[forgetyourusedtobe]

spam - abigail.

[Elena doesn't know if she's still here or not, but she still moves quickly through the halls to her door. Elena's only a little relieved to see it still there. Truth be told, she's a little nervous about seeing Abigail again. She doesn't know what to expect to find. Elena has hopes that Abigail's still the same at the very least. Maybe better. She hopes not worse. She's also not sure if Abigail is going to want to see her or not. It's an irrational thought, but it's not exactly an impossibility either.]

[In the end, Elena decides it's impossible to separate nerves from actual likelihoods and straightens. She glances down at herself briefly before taking a deep breath and knocking.]

spam - dean.

[Elena has two more stops after she's done with Abigail. The first of which, she's not nervous about. Dean's going to be annoyed. He's going to probably offer up a lecture or, at the very least, give her a very stern talking-to. And then he's going to get over it.]

[She's not worried about whether or not his door is there. She knows he'll be there and sure enough, he is. Elena knocks on the door lightly and folds her arms.]

spam - bond.

[Elena almost doesn't come to this door. She almost decides that instead, maybe she should just send a message. But she decides not to do that. That would probably be his way of doing things, but it's never been Elena's way. So, instead, she walks up to his door to find it still there. It's not quite as unsurprising as Dean's continued presence, but it's no less a welcomed sight.]

[The last time she was here, it was to say goodbye. And he invited her inside.]

[Things between them had changed a lot between the two of them since she first arrived. He's probably going to be pissed she came back. He might not get over it as fast as Dean. But it's okay. She'll withstand the disapproving looks and maybe threaten him with a hug if he really doesn't knock it off.]

[Elena raps on the door.]


[Elena takes some time to look at the network after she's made her visits before she starts sending out a few messages.]

private - chris.
i missed you enough to come back.

private - cassel.

i'm back.

private - mal.

i see he was here. is it stupid for me to ask if you're okay?

video.
[There are others, so many others, that she could send a private message to. But Elena decides to leave it there. No doubt some of the ones she might get in touch with or track down have already heard through the grapevine that she's back.]

[Elena sits down at her desk and flips the video feed on.]

Hey guys. I'm sorry if I didn't let you know personally that I'm back. There's a lot of you and I tried to get to as many as possible. [She purses her lips a moment.] I see a lot of you have left, too.

[She's mostly referring to Arkin. She hopes that wherever he is and whatever he's doing that he's okay. But that is neither here nor there.]

But there's also a lot of you I haven't met yet, too. My name is Elena. For those of you who don't know, I used to be an inmate. I was here... [She pauses to think.] ...about nine months before I graduated and left.

I'm sure someone else has long-since beaten me to it, but if you need anything or have any questions, let me know. This place can be pretty rough and trust me when I say it helps to have friends.

Comments

[mistconduct]

Elena?

Well holy fucking shit.

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[surfaceshine]

[Dean isn't really expecting anyone when he answers the door; there's no one specific that knocks anymore, and it's not unusual, especially with everything starting to ramp up again. Dean has a lot of irons in the fire, as it were.

But he definitely was not expecting Elena when he opens the door, eyes dropping down to find hers and bringing him to a sharp halt. Dean looks tired, a little pale and a little drawn, and he hasn't shaved yet today; his voice is sick-raspy, and his eyes wide a moment later.]

Oh no. No no no no, Pickle?

[He knows its her, just by looking at her. This isn't a random "greet the neighbors" visit from a new version, this is the girl he sent off to a better, more purposeful life, away from here; he just also feels his gut drop out, hands already lifting to reach for her shoulders as his eyebrows pull together.]

Not now! Jesus.

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[lastrat]

[She really should be allowed to just threaten people with hugs. As luck would have it, Bond is at home, though it's not quite the home he wants it to be. He was in the middle of enjoying some whiskey, shut up he's a grown man who can make excellent decisions, so it's a moment before there's noise on his side of the door.

When it opens, he doesn't look particularly surprised, having made use of the peep hole. But he definitely looks disapproving. So disapproving. Do as he says, not as he does, damn it.]

This had better be a flood.

[semifreakingnormal]

Hey! [Scott does a good job of forcing himself to be okay, but this is a nice breath of fresh air, and he has an actual, big smile on his face.]

Did you take that road trip?

[myresponsibility]

Yeah, I'm really offended. [He's teasing, it's not like they were close or even particularly knew each other like... at all, but she's pals with a lot of the people he's friends with, so checking in seems like a decent idea.]

Anyone bring you up to speed on what's been going on?

[imfollowinghim]

Do a lot of people come back after they've graduated?

[Because he has met a surprising amount of you in his less than half a week on board.]

Video

[voluntaryapnea]

Hi, Elena. I'm Stiles. Welcome back to ye old Barge.

[halftheman]

Thought you were gonna have the good sense to stay free, Elena.

[strangehistorian]

Welcome back!

[routemistress]

'Ey Elena! I always want to say welcome 'ome. When someone comes back. But there's only one or two of us that think that way; I've learned not to.

But I'm glad to see you 'ere. We've probably got some bad trouble coming and the more people with their 'eads screwed on, the better chance of getting through it.

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[deshabille]

I'm peachy, Elena.

Please tell me that at some point you punched him in the throat.

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[patheticvillain]

[VOICE INITIATE]

Don't you text "I'm back" at me. This is not Elena, I'm pretty sure she's home and, like, organizing a vampire car wash or something.

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[versusnurture]

[For a second, when Abigail opens the door, she doesn't speak. She can't. Because she gets her hopes up, and it's halfway through opening her mouth to speak that she chokes on her words.]

[This can't be Elena. Elena promised that she would take the rest of her life as her own. Something new was going to start there, and Abigail was going to be all right with it. She was - is - happy for Elena, because she was getting what she wanted, what was right for her.]

[Everything was okay, just as it was, not as Abigail wanted it. She was surviving. Not thriving, but surviving. And now.]

[This girl who stands in front of her, well, she can't possibly be Elena. Elena, who's gone. Elena, who was going to live her life far, far away, somewhere she could be happy. That girl could not have come back to this place, to learn to hurt all over again.]

[Abigail's face goes slack and blank. She says nothing. Just looks.]

[And then she slams the door in Elena's face and slides to the floor, her palms pounding the ground in a silent, sobbing frenzy.]

[Go home!]

[fireincarnate]

[Jean just stares, for a second, before breaking out in to a warm grin.]

Welcome back.