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[unbalancer]

[ This is Bonnie's first post from her pod in Communications. After learning she found her mother, received help, and then lost her, she hasn't felt social. But, her job means she should be social. She's supposed to be talking to people. She's supposed to be friendly. She remembers when she was friendly. She remembers when her only problem was Caroline being disappointed in her cheerleading spirit. She also remembers when her grandmother was eccentric and not a witch.

She remembers when she wasn't a witch. When numbers didn't reoccur in her life, when she couldn't find birthday candles in a drawer she'd never opened.

She remembers when she wasn't living on a floating space station. Spaceship? She's still not well-versed in the difference.

But, alas, she faces her pod, sitting in her swiveling chair.

She had a question, something about how people deal with learning information from their future, but she doesn't ask for help. Nor does she need it. She knows how to cope. That's her life. Coping.

She's done talking about herself. Or, she's done feeling sorry about it.

Which is why she disappears. The screen switches off again. In truth, she's up from her chair and heading out of the communications area. It's an elevator away from stealing something from the bar, something that will go down with a good burn. But, she'd like to not be the girl who's always at the bar on the network. That isn't her. So, she swipes the bottle and a shot glass and heads back.

Again, she sticks her device inside the slot at her communications pod so about ten minutes later, she pops back up again. ]

Hey, TQ. [ Something she learned from Aidan. She pours a shot for herself. ] I'd like to play, how screwed up is your life. The rules are simple. Whoever's life is more screwed up - [ She looks at the screen. ] Drinks.

[ Not exactly a professional thing to do, but she's kind of done right now. Her best friends are both vampires. Two vampires she hates more than anything are on board. And one vampire her best friend loves killed her mother whom she still hasn't met. So, no, he will kill her mother. So, here she is. ]

I do have to warn you. I'll win every time. [ Unless Elena answers. She doesn't even bother locking this from Klaus or anyone. Anybody who wants to chime in, chastise, judge her even? They are more than welcome.

She is not okay.

She lifts her shot glass. ] Any takers?

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voice

[lockwood]

[He and Bonnie aren't close but he figures with Caroline missing he should probably keep tabs on her friends for her...and this is pretty alarming really. So he keeps the reply simple for now.]

Pretty sure no one actually wins that game.

permavoice

[unbalancer]

[ She recognizes that voice. It's Tyler. Who, along with Elena, could arguably win this game against her. How selfish is this? Except, Bonnie never gets to be the one that mourns or that people really acknowledge has lost something. She's there for others. Granted, she pulls away. It's what she does. She needs time. But, them trying to be there for her? It helps, even if she doesn't let them actually help.

So, this is nice.

And maybe ... not embarrassing but, not good. ]

So, everybody loses. Sounds familiar. [ But, she sets the shot down beside her. She's not even trying to get drunk. Not really. But, what's a game without stakes. It's like speakerphone. She sits back. ] Have you heard anything about Caroline?

permaprivate

[lockwood]

Pretty much. That's name of the game here. [And back home. Tyler has no idea Bonnie's found out about her mom -- it's hard to keep track of all the terrible things that happened back home. Caroline lost her dad too. He lost his mother. Everyone just keeps losing people.

Everyone loses this game. Everyone.]

Not yet. [He switches the feed to private because he knows there will be prying eyes. NONE FOR YOU KLAUS]

A friend of mine is going to help me track her, see if we can find her.

video; private

[cogere]

[ Oh, he's watching this post. He nearly doesn't respond — but she was respectful in their last conversation, and she didn't have to be. And he's never wise (or is it unfeeling?) enough to turn away from these situations.

When he answers, he's in his room, completely empty and unidentifiable, unlike his brother's. ]

[ with a sigh, decidedly long-suffering, but by no means callous. He knows all too well the suffering the supernatural entail. ] Are you sure you want to extend that invitation to everyone?

video; private

[unbalancer]

[ Tyler and then Elijah, it's like a parade of people she's not that close to. It's so strange that she grew up around Tyler and everyone but still the two of them had never been as good friends as the others.

But, Elijah had been cordial. He'd been pragmatic. Even pleasant. ] Anybody who wants to play, can. [ Because, why not. ] There's no point in hiding on here. It's not like I have anything to hide.

voice;; forever klausproofed

[outliver]

Bad day?

[unbalancer]

Sure. Bad day. [ Why not. ] Katherine. [ It's not like she's surprised. She left it open to the world. Who cared anymore. Klaus could find her if she wanted and he made it clear he didn't. He just wanted to mess with her head. Mission accomplished. ]

voice;

[ex_agoodsoldier468]

[ He's eyeing this, and takes a second to weigh his response, but then well... Jason is Jason. ]

Not so sure you'd win, darling. [ It's not like he keeps his past a closely guarded secret anymore. ]

voice;

[unbalancer]

[ Thanks to Tyler... ] I don't think anyone wins this game. If it helps. Not that it would. How bad is it?

video

[elvenking]

[Nuada would get on his case for talking to mortals about their problems when he is supposed to be resting, but this girl is interesting. She takes the trouble to send a message that wasn't the message she wanted to send, hoping for...what? Certainly not to prove anything. No, it's an awkward way of asking for company. She is much too young to go without company in a miserable time. So many of these kids are, and so few are willing to reach out for it.]

Drinking ought to be done for merriment rather than mourning.

[For that matter, at her age she shouldn't be depressed. At least, Thranduil finds it depressing. Mortals have to grow up way too fast.]

video

[unbalancer]

It's weird that I'm mourning someone I will lose. [ And even then, she may not completely lose. ] I'm used to mourning those I have. [ A small smile. Ironic, really. ] Maybe I am celebrating. I got to get off the ride before it... went too fast. [ She doesn't know. ]

Then again, I'm here.

voice;

[de_void]

Are you sharing any of the alcohol? Because I'll play all day long if that's the case.

[an important question. stiles hasn't drunk himself to sleep in awhile and to be honest the notion is beginning to look more and more appealing to him right now.]

voice;

[unbalancer]

There are more bottles in the bar. It's all free.

[ mostly because she doesn't know if she wants any more company. she had elijah. he can't really be beaten right now. ]

[invisibilitea]

I don't think this is really a game...

[unbalancer]

No. It's not. [ Man, way to make her somber. ] It's not one anybody wins, anyway.

v i d e o

[trouvaille]

( the chaos immediately after the jump, with elena, meant it took a while for ilde to get around to actually processing any of the things she took back to her room with her from her locker - photo albums she hasn't looked in yet, shoes she used to live in on the rare occasions she deigned to wear flats, a tiara. she's playing with the last item while she responds, contemplative, postponing examining the second album that she doesn't recognize. or the first that she does. )

I always play that game wrong.

v i d e o

[unbalancer]

[ she looks up at her console. ]

That's a nice tiara. [ And then. ] How do you play? I don't even know if there's a right way. [ Much less a wrong way. ]

video;

[skjalf]

[ oh, bonnie. methinks someone would benefit more form a hug than a shot of scotch. lizzie herself doesn't drink the hard stuff. ]

If you have wine there, I will join you. Something is amiss, and I would be there with you.

[ yeah, she knows. this is not the party she saw bonnie attend before. she's alone. and she is no expert but for one to indulge in alcohol whilst alone cannot mean they are happy. ]

video;

[unbalancer]

I didn't grab any wine, and [ SOMEONE. Elijah. A friend? ] someone joined me. But, after my shift I could come find you. We could go for a walk.

[ getting up from the chair would be nice. ]

[aberrate]

I fell in love with a man from the family mine reviled more than dirt upon the ground.

[ she'll start small. ]

Where can I find spirits aboard this ship? [ she means alcohol. not actual spirits. or people. ]

[unbalancer]

There's a bar. It's on deck [ number; she feels like a tour guide ]. Can I ask what happened? They didn't approve, did they?

[kutte]

My old lady's gone and I'm out of whiskey. How's that for fucking screwed?

[unbalancer]

Will bourbon do? [ She even holds the bottle up. Why not join her? She kept it but she didn't drink too much. A few shots with Elijah. After that, she cut back. ]

Video;

[ancientalien]

[When Javik's video connects it reveals his face face pulled into disapproval from every direction, eyes slightly narrowed, lip slightly raised- easily read. But for those with poor vision, his voice helpfully dripped with even more disdain.]

Wallowing in self-pity will accomplish nothing. Nor will self-importance. You believe your life to be the most [Here he inserts air quotes, impressive for featuring two fingers] "screwed up". A childish sentiment.

[He almost appears done berating an upset teenage girl when he stops abruptly and adds] Also, you drink when you lose.

[He hadn't spent as much time as he had around the crew of the Normandy without learning how drinking games worked.]

Video;

[unbalancer]

I don't believe - I know how it sounded. [ Maybe she just wants to talk to people. Compare notes. ] I'm not going to bother saying I've already lost. [ Or like she loses over and over again. ] Don't worry, you RSVP'd to the pity party late. It's breaking up. [ Not a lot was even consumed. ]</small.