I took a nap ‘cause I’m not feeling well. Naps are great for having dreams you remember later, though mine tend to be fuzzy. Had a half-asleep and very groggy feel to it, which ended up playing into the story.
Stefan goes to see Dr. Fontaine about something. Fontaine was planning on drugging him and extracting information from him, but the moment Stefan showed up at Fontaine’s office, he fell asleep, so Fontaine decided to deal with him later. One of his students came in and they were talking about something that was made out of metal. Suddenly Bekowsky said, in his sleep, “it’s not made out of metal, it’s made out of clay.” Fontaine and the student looked at him, then Fontaine sent her away and decided to try just extracting the information from Stefan in his sleep.
At this point it was apparent that this was a scene that Roxana and I were rp-ing. We would discuss things, then the scene would proceed for a few actions, then we’d discuss some more. The thing that was made out of clay was an urn that Bekowsky made for his mother’s ashes. Fontaine asked Stefan a few questions, which he answered in his sleep. Turns out she was killed by Fontaine when Stefan and his sister were little (lol how old is this guy?) but he had never been implicated, and he didn’t know Stefan was her child until this conversation.
Roxana and I were discussing where to go from there, then I got distracted going though old rp logs that seemed to be printed out from Skype. (It kind of looked like they were printed on Skype-themed stationery.) I couldn’t really follow what I was reading because I felt so groggy, but apparently I had rp-ed Cole/Stefan with my boyfriend’s best friend’s 14-year-old sister.
So, this is styled differently than my other fics. It’s a bit longer but…idk, I don’t like it. I guess I just had to stretch my non-Cole-ship legs. There’s really no point. As such, it is neither dramatic nor gripping, and actually kind of boring imo.
However, it’s still got a very NSFW bit, as always.
In my computer programming class. I was wearing a Legend of Zelda shirt this particular day, which somehow convinced him I was “really” there to learn. Made me feel confused, annoyed, like I’d never be taken seriously. (via microaggressions)
Video game shirts are great for picking up nerdy guys.