chicago ♔ something wrong | with all the plans of my life

[rationalizes]

♬ Killing Loneliness - HIM

WHO || Failboat + Burt [Closed]
WHAT || Various and sundry post-funeral shenanigans
WHERE || Chicago, IL
WHEN || July 6, evening.
HOW || Actionspam

[ This log will cover all events that take place between the funeral and the NOVA Record break-in two nights later, that weren't hit on during the live session. Feel free to make your own threads! ]

Comments

[rationalizes]

They're more common than full-blooded doppelgangers, yes, because it's more likely for them to, er, pair up with members of other races, given their tendency for integrating into other societies.

Many changelings go quite some time before discovering their nature, as they tend to look like whatever other species they're descended from at birth - with one very odd distinction. They're never born with a unique face. They're always a ... well, a mystical copy, you might say, of someone who already exists, or existed.

I did find some information about how changelings have either stumbled into their powers or had them 'awakened' although it's unclear how. There was some mention of contact with actual doppelgangers figuring into the latter.

[notaroundme]

[Oh wow, that gut punches in a way that stirs some kind of lost emotional sore spot that she didn't even know she had.]

Okay...

[She had to wonder about her brother, the one that Alaric had mentions, one of the only people she vaguely remembered. Did Jeremy know about this? Did Ric himself know?

How much of everything she'd thought was a lie?

And she's holding it together a little too well now, distancing herself emotionally from all of that. (Will save 24)]

So...what do I do now?

[Because she has an idea forming in the very back of her mind, and it isn't one she's going to share. Because it's probably not a very good one, and right now she...doesn't care that it's stupid.]

[rationalizes]

Well... I imagine that depends on how much you're looking to embrace this side of yourself.

[notaroundme]

[She goes silent, because her first instinctual reaction is...not good.

But once she gets past that initial urge to recoil away, logic starts to seep through, her brows furrowing as she locks her feelings a way, and looks at the bigger picture.

Because this isn't something that will just go away, and she's been saying to herself this entire time that she didn't want to be a victim. That she might not be able to heal anyone like Myri does, or hit someone as hard as Buffy can, but she can do something. (Yep, cuz she just rolled a nat 20 will save WHAT THE HELL)]

I'm not going to run away. I think I know what I need to do. [A beat.] But first, we need to worry about tonight. [Break in first, horrible plans later.]

[rationalizes]

We'll have plenty of time to sort everything else out, yes. Maybe it's enough for now to know. I imagine it's... something to process.

[notaroundme]

That is...the understatement of the century.

[A bit of bitterness creeps back into her voice, but at least she doesn't look fucking depressed.]

Honestly, I'm glad I have something else to focus on, or I would probably be dwelling.

[LOL Elena you were totally dwelling til literally 5 seconds ago, stop that.]

[rationalizes]

I can't claim to know anything about how you must be feeling... I don't even know anyone who's uncovered something about themselves so, er, personal, from their time on the other side.

[notaroundme]

You'd think you own...race is something you'd just inherently know. It would be like if Spike found out he was a vampire after he walked into the sun and caught fire.

[She shakes her head. She doesn't want to sound bitter.]

Okay, that might be a little bit of an exaggeration.

[rationalizes]

Stranger things have certainly happened. Some people don't even remember their own name.

[notaroundme]

[She exhales a sharp sigh of resignation.]

Well, the veil sucks.

[rationalizes]

It did bring you to us. For which I, at least, feel very grateful.

[notaroundme]

[Oh wow, hello emotions. At least she manages not to actually cry (will save 14), but she does almost tear up as she promptly stands up so that she can give Gar a hug. Because she needs one, okay.]

...Thanks.

[rationalizes]

[ gar gives her a big, warm squeeze, before drawing away, holding elena's shoulders ] You don't need to thank me for anything. It's the least friends would do for each other.

[notaroundme]

[Ugh, she has so many feelings. She slowly nods.]

You're amazing. I hope you know that.

[Because she's been down lately.]

[rationalizes]

[ she blushes somewhat furiously, looking down ] I-- I don't know if I would ever say that. But... thank you, nevertheless.

[notaroundme]

Hey, I didn't think anyone could make me feel better in a million years, and you did. Or, at least, you made it easier, and that's something.

So you don't need to think me, either.

[rationalizes]

Well. I'm glad we could help each other.