taxonomites | now i rock a house party at the drop of a hat.

now i rock a house party at the drop of a hat.

It's around five o'clock in the morning when the citizens of Taxon find themselves inexplicably transported into rooms within the Sanctuary. Doors are left open and beds unmade, food abandoned and lights left on, still shining brightly for those who were awake and are no longer present. The Extras don't seem to notice the captive population's sudden disappearance, continuing on with their business as usual.

For those relocated, though, it's an entirely different story.

They find themselves in rooms with white, alabaster walls that gives them an almost too-clean feeling, as if the entire place was sanitized prior to their arrival. The room assignments are seemingly random, people placed on floors with those they don't know and don't like, people they would rather not be within twenty feet of. It matters not, for what's done is done and cannot be undone. For those who happen to have pets, they'll find them waiting for their owners in the rooms as if nothing is out of the ordinary.

The only thing the captives have managed to bring with them is the clothes on their back and the tablets. On them, they find the following message:

SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE PLEASE ENJOY YOUR STAY WHILE WE ADDRESS CERTAIN TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES

Unfortunately for those who try to find a means of escape, they'll discover there is none. Leaving the Sanctuary will prove to be as difficult as leaving Taxon itself. However, if one heads down the right corridor and the right floor, they'll find something else entirely lurking in their midst...

( ooc | sorry for the delay in posting! your mods were otherwise occupied with things of the irl variety this morning. THIS BE A PARTY POST, Y'ALL. room assignments are here, and refer back to the sott post proper for any additional information. please contact us with any questions/concerns you may have in regards to this plot. ♥ )

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Katherine's jaw drops, incredulous. Her mouth opens and closes a few times before she gets anything out. "Seriously, Stefan? What, are you daring me now?"

Well, they're both certainly acting their actual ages for once.

"Maybe I am. I could always go wander the halls and see who might need help as-is."

At least it's reinforcing their teenage cover over a public feed.

"No," comes her sharp reply almost instantly. Huffing, Katherine crosses her arms and looks very unhappy at the thought of the other girls (and guys, who knows) stuck in the building gawking at him as if it was within their rights. It certainly wasn't.

"I don't want you to."

"And I don't want people ogling my girlfriend," Stefan says as he bends down for a moment to retrieve the shirt, but makes no move to put it back on just yet.

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Well, it's difficult argue that statement when she'd just been thinking about the same thing. Katherine finally relents with a sigh.

"Fine. I'll wear the itchy sheet, but only if you put your shirt back on."

Satisfied with her answer, Stefan puts the shirt back on. He raises his arms higher than needed, giving Katherine a deliberate show of muscles stretching as he pulls it over his head and down back over his torso. He pats his chest. "There. Now you."

Katherine tilts her head slightly as she watches in appreciation the way his muscles work beneath the smooth skin, her hands suddenly itching to touch him. Seeking him out and doing just that crosses her mind; Katherine resists temptation so very badly, after all, and why should she--

"Mm?" Stefan's words snap her out of her naughty little daydream. Exhaling, she turns enough to pull one of the nondescript white sheets off the bed, wrapping it around her like a towel and knotting it under her arm. Looking back at him, Katherine holds up her hands in a gesture that clearly says satisfied now?

"Where's your room?" she suddenly asks, her voice a touch huskier than a moment ago.

"It's the sixth room on the seventh floor," Stefan answers, the smug sort of triumphant look on his face almost diminished by the sudden wave of guilt that washes over him, reminding him of what he was up to this morning.

He knows that husky tone of voice, and why Katherine wants to know where his room is. It's his own doing, for openly baiting her like he just did with pulling on his shirt in such a provacative manner. There's a part of him - a larger part of him than he wants to admit - that feels genuinely ashamed for having slept with Elena this morning. He'd cheated on Katherine with her doppelgänger, his ex. At the time, he hadn't been thinking of Katherine, but now... Stefan actually feels bad about it, regrets it, and finds himself wishing he'd controlled himself more when he met with Elena this morning, so that the guilt over what he'd done wouldn't be eating at him.

Stefan was used to feeling guilty about what he was doing with Katherine in regards to how it was hurting Elena. Never did he think he would feel guilty about doing something with Elena, because it was dishonoring Katherine. She couldn't know he'd done that; it was a very good thing he'd showered almost immediately after to rid himself of the distinct smell of both Elena and sex.

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"Don't go anywhere or I'll hunt you down," Katherine says with a playful grin, blowing him a kiss before ending the connection - a silly quip to anyone else possibly stumbling in on this conversation, but an actual possibility in the truest sense of the word to them, being what they are.

Katherine leaves her tablet behind as she exits her room, hitching the sheet up to her knees with one hand like the hem of a long skirt as she goes. The elevator ride down to the seventh floor doesn't take long and neither does locating the correct room, but despite her eagerness, she keeps her steps unhurried to avoid attracting any undue attention from the other captives wandering around. As usual, Katherine doesn't bother knocking but opens the door to Stefan's room without preamble and steps right on in, leaning back against the door and smiling devilishly at him as she engages the lock.

"Hi." Her seduction act wavers when she frowns suddenly. "Is this room bigger than mine? Oh, well."

The sheet has barely had time to pool at her feet on the ground before Katherine uses vampire speed to launch herself at Stefan, arms about his neck and lips pressed against his in a hungry kiss all in a span of few seconds.

Stefan barely has time to open his mouth to say something in regards to her comment about the size of his room before he finds himself with an armful of Katherine and her tongue in his mouth. He groans in response to the contact, both out of pleasure and frustration with himself, considering not an hour ago, he was in a similar position with another girl wearing Katherine's face. His hands wander her form of their own accord, from her hips, up to her shoulders and back down again, grabbing hold of her bottom and pulling her hips against his.

Reacting to Katherine like this is second nature by now, the relationship he has with her being much more 'hands-on' than ones he's had in the past, Elena included. Katherine likes sex, Stefan's learned, and he's done things with her over these past four months he's not sure he can spell, and has been taken to school on more than one occassion when it comes to the kind of fun two vampires can have in bed. Or on the couch, the floor, up against the refridgerator - wherever it is they happen to land when Katherine decides to pounce him.

Luckily this time, the bed is right behind them, so when Stefan steps back, they fall easily onto it with Stefan on his back and Katherine on top of him. But, instead of continuing to let her have control, Stefan rolls over so that she's now beneath him, rising up on his palms and drawing back from her lips to stare down at her.

"Don't you ever just want to turn it off?" He asks, suddenly compelled to inquire about their ability to turn emotions on and off.

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Katherine moans in delight when Stefan grabs her and pulls her so close there's hardly any space left between their bodies, tightening her hold of him and deepening the kiss. She's always had a decent appetite for sex and sensuality is a big part of her personality, but those urges seem to be even more prominent nowadays when she's with Stefan. For one, she loves him, and she's always been more demonstrative with actions rather than words. Second, the fact that they're both vampires adds a whole other layer to the sex. There are certain things that can only be experienced between those of their own kind, and there is no need to remain mindful to keep from accidentally hurting the other. There's just pleasure, and it's intoxicating. She's spent over a hundred years longing for him from afar, and she's done resisting the more baser impulses now that they're actually together.

Were this anyone else but Stefan, Katherine would match that move and roll them right back so that she's on top and in control. But she doesn't, because she's learned that it's not quite so bad to hand the control over to Stefan sometimes. Katherine shifts a little underneath him and winds long, bare legs around his hips, making a little noise of disappointment when he pulls away from the kiss. She has no time to initiate another one as his unexpected question catches her completely off guard.

"What?" Katherine breathes in confusion, frowning up at Stefan. She huffs a little in frustration, causing one of the straps of her nightie to slip down her shoulder. "You want to talk about that now?"

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Stefan shrugs. "Why not?"

He's curious, yes, but there's also the underlying desire to not do this with her right now. Not so soon after he bedded Elena. It feels wrong, an affront to both girls that he's stringing along with him. Consciously or subconsciously, perhaps a combination of the two, Stefan finds a reason to attempt to detour them from ending up without clothes and tangled up in the corse sheets on the bed.

Katherine just stares at him incredulously for a moment. What the hell? This has to be the first time anyone ever refuses sex with her. She's not certain whether to be more confused, concerned or insulted.

"Why not? You are kidding, right?" she finally gets out, disbelief coloring her voice. "I mean, you do realize that we were about to do something much more pleasant just now? Are you feeling alright?"

"You'd rather have sex with me than talk to me?"

...oh dear. Stefan, honey. You are the woman in this relationship.

Katherine gives Stefan The Look that women give men when they think they're being kind of silly. Not that she didn't enjoy talking to him, but right now the sex would have been preferred.

"Well, I admit I am somewhat concerned that I'm lying here underneath you practically naked and you'd rather talk than do something about it. That's usually not what happens."

She narrows her eyes, dropping the question that every male should be afraid of. "What, do you not find me attractive anymore?"

"Of course I find you attractive. How could I not? I wouldn't be with you if I didn't--" Oh no. Back up, back up! "N-not that I'm with you solely because of your looks. I mean, you're hot, but that's not what's keeping me here. It helps, but it's not the main reason." He sighs. "Look, Katherine. I love you; you know that. I'm with you, because I love you, and I like being with you for reasons beyond how great the sex is. And lately it seems like all we do is have sex."

It should not be that easy to tell her that he loves her. It used to be a chore to choke the words out without them sounding choked.

Katherine waits patiently as Stefan fumbles through his explanation, brown eyes narrowing dangerously as he nearly shoves his foot into his mouth in the beginning. Lucky for him he backtracks quickly and moves onto those three little words that mollify her. With a sigh, Katherine resigns herself to the fact that there would be no sex anytime soon and drops her legs from about his hips back to the mattress.

"You think we're having too much sex," she summarizes, a tinge of disbelief in her voice. She sighs again, already knowing how this is going to end. Sometimes their gender roles were seriously reserved in this relationship. Oh, the things she's willing to do for him. "Alright. Talking it is."

Lifting on her elbows, Katherine gives him a pleading look. "Can I at least get a kiss first?"

Stefan nods. Yes, that works. Too much sex. It's not a lie - because multiple times in one day that he can't count on the fingers of one hand is a little ridiculous, Katherine - but it's not exactly the truth, either. Stefan's becoming the king of white lies, telling just enough of the truth to satisfy whoever he's talking to and hoarding the parts that are lies and truths withheld like some dirty piece of laundry that can't be aired.

"If you insist," he teases, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. One hand remains on the mattress to brace himself with while the other comes up and slides into her curls. He kisses her tenderly, languidly, deliberately pouring as much emotion into the kiss as he can to help emphasize the love he just proclaimed and reassure her that he wasn't going anywhere.

"Oh, I do," Katherine smirks back before his mouth covers hers. She responds with equal emotion, happy to keep the kiss slow and soft instead of pushing for anything more forceful.

"Sweet, steadfast Stefan," she croons as they separate, sighing contentedly against his lips before whispering earnestly, "I love you so much."

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