taxonomites | 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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"Because you're the King of Smart Plans yourself, fratello," Stefan counters, the banter of brothers the same no matter human or vampire. "It doesn't matter how she knows, just that she does and she's not going to--"

And then Quinn speaks up. This could potentially go badly, depending on what she wants. Stefan braces himself on the other end for Damon's reaction and what Quinn has to say.

"Pot or kettle." Because Damon maintains that Stefan willingly entangling himself with Katherine is monumentally worse than anything he's ever thought up. "What happened to keeping us a secret? Telling every single teenage girl you meet is far from that."

For a long second, Damon's quiet. Then his eyebrow inches up, and he shakes his head. "For a recent vampire victim, you're very demanding." But he likes demanding women, and so: "Your condition is?"

She cocks her head to the side and purses her lips, she's debating the best way to go about this. Damon does have a point, but then again it would be all to easy for her to suddenly 'remember,' who attacked her and say it was one of them. She really hopes it isn't either of them, especially Stefan.

"Putting aside the idea that either of you attacked me," Quinn says. "I want to find out who did. You are going to help me."

"We're vampires, not bloodhounds," tumbles out of Stefan's mouth before he can stop it, sounding more like something his brother would say than himself.

"What he said." Damon tilts his head to the side, eerily birdlike. "Did my brother really let you think I'd just say yes like a good boy to something like that?"

Tapping one finger on his chin, Damon sighs sadly. "And here we started out so friendly. Let me make it clear how this works. You keep our secret without demands, or I rip out your throat and see how well you can talk after that." One shoulder shrugging, a smile plays around the edges of his mouth. "Or I could just compel you. Make you think what you want, above anything else in the world, is to do whatever I tell you to. Ask Stefan if I'll do it, Quinn. Go ahead, I can wait."

Quinn's eyes widen slightly in horror as she stares at Damon. Instinctively at the word 'compel,' her hand wants to go to the vervain filled necklace Stefan gave her. Halfway through, rationality kicks in and she runs her hand through her hair instead. Damon knowing about the necklace might be a bad thing.

She swallows hard, and thanks God this discussion is over tablets. She'll just have to investigate another way, she does things better on her own anyways.

"I guess I can't let you waste all that energy on my account," Quinn replies, finally. Maybe she should rethink this whole...how to deal with vampires thing?

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

[ visual | locked to stefan/damon/quinn ] quinn, stop being fierce.

[ visual | locked to stefan/damon/quinn ] impossible, she is a hbic.

[ visual | locked to stefan/damon/quinn ] its like asking stefan + damon to stop being vampires.

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