["I won't," Mia smirks as she makes her way to the door and knocks.
A few minutes later, Melanie opens the door and she flashes them a smile.]
Mia, lovely to see you again. And this is your ... brother?
[There are two young men at her front door, not one, so she's not sure which of these young men Mia is actually related to. Mia helps her out by placing a hand on William's shoulder.
"This is William, that's his boyfriend Cooper."
Melanie nods, smile brightening.]
Melanie Hamilton. A pleasure to meet you both. Please, come in. We've all been having drinks in the lounge area.
("What she said," William says, in go mode. He leaves the yawning in the hallway as he, his sister, and Cooper all shuffle into the impressive hotel room.
Enzo has been conversing with Sheila and enjoying Melanie's taste in spirits. During a proper refill, he grilled Wes about his relationship, what's his secret. Jay Michael seems pretty devoted.
Jay Michael stayed with Sheila, asking about the seventies, and then also... death, which felt tactless and he apologized for it before they got too into the subject.
William surveys the scene, recognizing Mickey as Enzo walks Wes back in. Peering around, William points first at Wes, but draws his finger to point at Enzo. He just looks more like - British vampire.
"Enzo," he says.
"In the flesh, so-to-speak. You must be our mysterious supplier. They speak highly of your work in false documentation," he says. )
("Sheila, I'm William Queen. My sister, Mia. My boyfriend, Cooper. Once he confirms you're both you, we'll get started. I hear we need to get you on a plane today." As William speaks, he pulls out his equipment and sets up at the dining room table. Moving around, he plugs in his spare monitor and laptop.
Enzo meets Cooper halfway, his glass now empty, anyway.
"What's in this mixture that will ensure we are who we say we are?" he asks. Vervain, he assumed, considering Sheila's ask. )
Vervain for vampires, silver for shapeshifter or zombies, holy water for demons, and whiskey just to make it go down a little easier.
[He dumps and washes out the current contents of the silver flask in the kitchenette sink, before moving to the bar to mix all of it back together, minus the vervain as promised. Once done, he passes it back to Enzo.]
Any of the above you'll smoke or blister, or whatever kind of reaction.
I don't have trouble flying, so I'd rather not be incapacitated.
( But, he does as he's asked. He tips the glass, keeping a poker face going. Sheila is right. It is disgusting. Letting the rest swish back, he holds the glass back out. )
Yeah, it's gross. But look at that. You pass. Everyone's what they're supposed to be.
[Melanie raises an eyebrow with a smirk. "With flying colors it seems." She pauses, then turns back to William. "So what do we need to get our recently resurrected friends where they need to go?"]
A shapeshifter that's stolen your face and is pretending to be you. Or, alternatively, a zombie who hasn't started to get a hankering for the taste of human flesh yet. There's also a chance that a demon could have possessed your dead body and is wearing it around for fun.
[The world is a messy, gross place.
Melanie pauses for a moment, before tipping her head to the side. "The bedroom has a clean white wall without any furniture. Would that do?"]
William turns toward her, nodding, before checking with the room, because isn't Enzo a vampire? He hasn't been paying all that much attention. Does JM have a reflection? )
That should do nicely. Does... Enzo show up in pictures?
[It's a real free-for-all out there. Shelia's brow furrows at William's question. "How many types of vampire are out there now?"
Coop glances back with a sigh.]
Three. The soulless kind, the alive kind and the kind that have issues with vervain, and since I'm assuming Enzo is the latter, he ... should? I think the only ones that can't do mirrors are the soulless kind.
Like a Spike. Though, he does have a soul in him, now.
( And he's alive again. Separate from all of these other alive people.
One by one, William takes the pictures. Straight on, very little smile. Best DMV face you got, he tells them. It takes a few hours, because he also has to build fake passports, but he's good with his equipment and his sister has expertise with the laminator.
He tests each of them out in his hands, trying to rip them. He has paper specifically dedicated to this, too. He dates the passport recently, just so there's no question of where they haven't been. Not that people stamp anymore. )
I uploaded your images to CLEAR as well, and nationally. Your passports will pass muster, but everything is facial recognition these days. If you don't have that, you'd be flagged.
[Assuming it's her original date of birth on it, it helps when you die and then don't age for a while. She looks over the license and passport with a nod, before glancing back to William with a smile.]
Thank you. I appreciate your help and if there's any way I can return the favor, please let me know.
["The next flight to the nearest Virginia airport to Mystic Falls is in the morning. Now that you have proper identification, I can book you both tickets." Melanie moves to pull out her phone, savvy enough for easy booking. "But until you have to head to security, I suggest you both get some rest if you're able."]
("Don't have to tell me twice," Enzo says, downing the rest of - crap, he hacks as he sets the glass on the mantle aside, forgetting it was the swill. )
William brings the bottle over to cover for that horrible choice before, moving back to his equipment, starting to break it down. )
[Shelia will also take a glass of the good stuff, and they can retreat to a corner to chat some more.
In the meantime, Melanie will make her way over and extend her card to William.]
Once again, I do appreciate you coming on such short notice, especially at such an unfortunate hour. If there's ever a way I can return the favor, please let me know.
[Melanie is good at gathering resources, if nothing else.]
Sure, please. ( He flips one of the front of his bags to pull out a little card case of his own, holding out his own card. ) It's why I'm here. I help where I can, so if you need anything else.
("Thank you," Enzo says once Melanie is left with the card. "For coordinating all of this.")
My pleasure. I enjoy making new friends, and giving gifts to old ones.
[Getting both Enzo and Shelia back to Bonnie is the least she could do, given everything Bonnie's been through. Her tone turns teasing as she fixes herself her own drink.]
My gifts are not usually quite so interesting, though. It's going to have a hard time living up to it in the future.
No, it isn't. My second lease on life was cut short in a prison of sorts. And my third, I took in my own hands. ( running out of the Other Side ) Unfortunately, my fourth proved the most fatal. And I do have a grudge held. He may even be back there in Mystic Falls. I believe you're familiar with Bonnie Bennett. We were in love, once. But, that was then.
[Or at least she knows them in theory. Great loves have never really been Melanie's forte, mostly because after she left her marriage (by dying), she didn't want to find herself back in a similar trap. So she had her flings, her brief dalliances, and she had her friendships.
It took almost two hundred years for things to start getting lonely.]
I may know your grudge. I have more than a few friends in Mystic Falls.
Will Stefan Salvatore be there when our plane lands, or after?
( He wouldn't expect the former, but, he means on the ground. If he's going there for Christmas, to the Lockwood's, it stands to reason he might be there, too. )
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( And helpful. The elevator arrives and the three of them step on as he tries to stifle a yawn. )
Don't tell me what time it is.
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A few minutes later, Melanie opens the door and she flashes them a smile.]
Mia, lovely to see you again. And this is your ... brother?
[There are two young men at her front door, not one, so she's not sure which of these young men Mia is actually related to. Mia helps her out by placing a hand on William's shoulder.
"This is William, that's his boyfriend Cooper."
Melanie nods, smile brightening.]
Melanie Hamilton. A pleasure to meet you both. Please, come in. We've all been having drinks in the lounge area.
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Enzo has been conversing with Sheila and enjoying Melanie's taste in spirits. During a proper refill, he grilled Wes about his relationship, what's his secret. Jay Michael seems pretty devoted.
Jay Michael stayed with Sheila, asking about the seventies, and then also... death, which felt tactless and he apologized for it before they got too into the subject.
William surveys the scene, recognizing Mickey as Enzo walks Wes back in. Peering around, William points first at Wes, but draws his finger to point at Enzo. He just looks more like - British vampire.
"Enzo," he says.
"In the flesh, so-to-speak. You must be our mysterious supplier. They speak highly of your work in false documentation," he says. )
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And I'm Shelia.
[She gives a small wave over to the newcomers. Her eyes roam over to Coop.]
So if they're the tech experts, you are?
["Cooper. I'm here to do the uncomfortable hunter thing."
She doesn't seem bothered.]
It's fine. Part and parcel with coming back from the dead.
[She holds out her hand and Coop passes over the flask. Sheila's eyebrows go up.]
Much nicer than having to cut yourself.
[She takes a swig before making a face.]
I take it back. That is foul. Though, before you pass this to our friend, you may want to take the vervain out. He's supposed to be a vampire.
["Noted. I'll mix something fresh from the bar." He takes his flask back and goes to do just that.]
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( "Sheila, I'm William Queen. My sister, Mia. My boyfriend, Cooper. Once he confirms you're both you, we'll get started. I hear we need to get you on a plane today." As William speaks, he pulls out his equipment and sets up at the dining room table. Moving around, he plugs in his spare monitor and laptop.
Enzo meets Cooper halfway, his glass now empty, anyway.
"What's in this mixture that will ensure we are who we say we are?" he asks. Vervain, he assumed, considering Sheila's ask. )
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[He dumps and washes out the current contents of the silver flask in the kitchenette sink, before moving to the bar to mix all of it back together, minus the vervain as promised. Once done, he passes it back to Enzo.]
Any of the above you'll smoke or blister, or whatever kind of reaction.
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( But, he does as he's asked. He tips the glass, keeping a poker face going. Sheila is right. It is disgusting. Letting the rest swish back, he holds the glass back out. )
That swill.
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[Melanie raises an eyebrow with a smirk. "With flying colors it seems." She pauses, then turns back to William. "So what do we need to get our recently resurrected friends where they need to go?"]
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( What was he supposed to be? Back wrong? Back differently?
William unpacks another bag he'd slung over his shoulder, pulling out a camera."Blank backdrop?")
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[The world is a messy, gross place.
Melanie pauses for a moment, before tipping her head to the side. "The bedroom has a clean white wall without any furniture. Would that do?"]
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William turns toward her, nodding, before checking with the room, because isn't Enzo a vampire? He hasn't been paying all that much attention. Does JM have a reflection? )
That should do nicely. Does... Enzo show up in pictures?
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[It's a real free-for-all out there. Shelia's brow furrows at William's question. "How many types of vampire are out there now?"
Coop glances back with a sigh.]
Three. The soulless kind, the alive kind and the kind that have issues with vervain, and since I'm assuming Enzo is the latter, he ... should? I think the only ones that can't do mirrors are the soulless kind.
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( And he's alive again. Separate from all of these other alive people.
One by one, William takes the pictures. Straight on, very little smile. Best DMV face you got, he tells them. It takes a few hours, because he also has to build fake passports, but he's good with his equipment and his sister has expertise with the laminator.
He tests each of them out in his hands, trying to rip them. He has paper specifically dedicated to this, too. He dates the passport recently, just so there's no question of where they haven't been. Not that people stamp anymore. )
I uploaded your images to CLEAR as well, and nationally. Your passports will pass muster, but everything is facial recognition these days. If you don't have that, you'd be flagged.
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[Assuming it's her original date of birth on it, it helps when you die and then don't age for a while. She looks over the license and passport with a nod, before glancing back to William with a smile.]
Thank you. I appreciate your help and if there's any way I can return the favor, please let me know.
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( A beat. )
Not that -- ( He looks to his boyfriend, and then to Enzo. ) I meant that, as, like, information.
( "Quit while you're behind, William," Enzo says, looking at his own. "But this is good work." )
I do good work.
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["The next flight to the nearest Virginia airport to Mystic Falls is in the morning. Now that you have proper identification, I can book you both tickets." Melanie moves to pull out her phone, savvy enough for easy booking. "But until you have to head to security, I suggest you both get some rest if you're able."]
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William brings the bottle over to cover for that horrible choice before, moving back to his equipment, starting to break it down. )
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In the meantime, Melanie will make her way over and extend her card to William.]
Once again, I do appreciate you coming on such short notice, especially at such an unfortunate hour. If there's ever a way I can return the favor, please let me know.
[Melanie is good at gathering resources, if nothing else.]
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( "Thank you," Enzo says once Melanie is left with the card. "For coordinating all of this." )
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[Getting both Enzo and Shelia back to Bonnie is the least she could do, given everything Bonnie's been through. Her tone turns teasing as she fixes herself her own drink.]
My gifts are not usually quite so interesting, though. It's going to have a hard time living up to it in the future.
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( William can read a room, gives her a thumbs up, and then heads back to finish packing his equipment with the help of his sister. )
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The accent certainly doesn't hurt.
[Hers was never as heavy as Scarlett's but there's still the bit of that southern charm.]
But it's not every day someone comes back from the dead and needs to find their way home.
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[Or at least she knows them in theory. Great loves have never really been Melanie's forte, mostly because after she left her marriage (by dying), she didn't want to find herself back in a similar trap. So she had her flings, her brief dalliances, and she had her friendships.
It took almost two hundred years for things to start getting lonely.]
I may know your grudge. I have more than a few friends in Mystic Falls.
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( He wouldn't expect the former, but, he means on the ground. If he's going there for Christmas, to the Lockwood's, it stands to reason he might be there, too. )
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