["Obviously." Sophie smirks as she takes her glass. "We clearly have similar taste." At least in the finer things in life.
"Both?" Breanna shrugs. "And considering all the work I'm about to do to make you real people so you can do things like drive and fly you're kind of in on the crime already. Though from what I'm stalking in the big group chat, it's not like you had much of a choice."
Erica shrugs. She doesn't really care about the human laws that Breanna is working with a lot of the time.]
I'm a werewolf so I was kind of already a little outside the law anyway.
["Excellent choice all the same, though." She takes another sip. "How long are you planning to stay in New Orleans?"
Erica shrugs because he has a point.]
Fair enough.
[Then her eyes light up.]
Hey, can you make me twenty one? I mean ... technically I'm like thirty something.
[Breanna glances back to her and shakes her head. "You barely pass for eighteen. Quit while you're head."
Erica pouts but nods. Fine, fine, she'll act her age.
"As for the group chat, it's so big," Breanna replies as she goes back to work. "It's like the entire Justice League has shown up to debate all the dead people who are reappearing. We only got looped in because you guys need IDs and stuff, because otherwise this is not our usual bag."]
("We fly out tonight if this all goes through, but, I was planning on being here longer. Sort of a - fourth life at this point." Kind of, Damon thinks. )
In her defense, there are people that do look twenty-one. Do I look nineteen?
( He's trying. Why not. ,b>)
Right, people here aren't being taken down by crime for crime. Well, we're - thank you - for the help. Helping me and my sister. Damon.
["One of the bonuses of being a vampire. You can have as many lives as you want." She smiles. "You have my number now. If you happen to swing back into town, give me a ring." They can be dinner friends, or something. She could use more social friends in New Orleans.
"No prob. I am happy to help." The printer starts to sound, and a few minutes later, Breanna pulls the freshly minted license off the tray and passes it to Erica. "There you go. You're officially street legal."
Erica grins as she takes it from her.]
Thank you!
[She realizes she might be a little too happy to have her (fake) license, but given it's something she never thought she'd have, she'll allow it.]
And for what it's worth, I would have pegged you for twenty?
[He seemed older than her, but she wasn't sure by how much.]
("I'd like that. I've heard stories about you, too. How many lives is it, yet?" He's dating someone, but he can flirt. )
I'll take twenty. Steph's eighteen. ( He steps over. ) Not that I'm an expert on ID's in this New Orleans, but it looks real. I like the holographic detail.
["A lady never tells," Sophie smirks. There's very little Sophie does that isn't flirting so she certainly doesn't mind. "But I do remember when the Globe was new, so it's safe to say he answer is many."
"Thanks! I work really hard to make them look good." She turns back to the Salvatores and glances between them. "Alright, which one of you is first?"
Stephanie steps up.]
I'll go.
["Great. In front of the blue screen please."
Erica holds out the card so he can get a better look. "Are you guys going to the whole thing in Mystic Falls?"]
Yeah, our - ( mother... ) I think it's going to have the largest sampling of people like all of us, and technically, it's where we're from. Damon's here in New Orleans, though, so after, is anybody's guess.
["Oh yes. Well ... biologically speaking, at least. I'm sure there were a few up there who felt things we didn't have words for at the time." Feelings for which theater was an outlet and a restriction all at the same time. "Women weren't allowed on the stage officially until 1660."
Erica makes a face because how do you explain the alpha thing.]
Well, it depends on the kind of werewolf you are. For my kind of werewolf it's a little more direct. An alpha is more powerful than a beta werewolf, their eyes are red, and they can turn other people into werewolves. But in Hayley's case it's more of an honorific? They choose who the alpha of their pack is, but otherwise they're all the same kind of werewolf.
[She pauses.]
Maybe Hayley's a bad example because she's also a vampire.
[Sophie smiles before giving a shrug. "This has always been my stage. Eliot can attest to the fact that I haven't always been the most compelling artist on stage." Mostly because it's hard to find the truth in herself. But she is good at bringing it out of other people.
Erica glances over her shoulder, making sure that Scott or Derek aren't about to walk through the door to get her before shrugging.]
It's weird. My friends are all so much older than me now, and in different places so they feel more like trusted adults than actually friends? So I have to make new ones, and then I've been gone for so long that I'm not sure if I should like ... go see my parents? Or just let them keep thinking I'm ... you know. They didn't know I was a werewolf or anything.
[For some reason, it's easier to say all of that to a veritable stranger than it would be to say it to her actual friends.]
("You're compelling when and where it counts," he says, leaning in.
Gray looks in the direction Erica does, before turning his attention back to her. )
As someone who's one half of a sibling pair with parents who aren't our parents, I'm probably not the person to ask. But, I've seen parents... They understand. In time. If that's something you want. It helps that those friends of yours -- they could help. But, it depends on if you want to go back, want to tell them, or, leave them in the dark, to their lives. It's day one, right? Or, two? You have time.
["Exactly." Sophie will meet that lean, energy matching energy. "It keeps things interesting. I've also gotten much more into direction as of late."
Erica nods, because he does have a point.]
Yeah, I guess I do. Davina says there's no take-back clause in the magic that brought me here, so I guess I have all the time in the world to figure it out.
[She still doesn't know if her parents are an option worth taking. From what Isaac's told her, they buried her, grieved her. It doesn't seem worth opening that old wound just yet, as much as she may want to. They might not believe her anyway.
She'll see how she feels after everything in Mystic Falls.
But before she can elaborate on that, Josie's head pops around the door, giving Sophie a wave, and a more surprised wave at Damon before heading over to Erica. "Hey. You all set?"]
Yep, I'm good. Oh, Josie this is Gray and Stephanie.
[She points back to where Stephanie is finishing up with Breanna over her shoulder. She introduces them because everyone is new to her so she assumes that everyone is also new to everyone else.]
("Think you can direct my kids into not getting into trouble while I run an errand?"
Not that they'll get far without him or Sophie or these new identities. But, he's gotta ask. )
...Longer you do spend it here, the more they might feel about you being back and not contacting them. If that comes up. ( But, his expression lets her know he's only giving unwanted advice. Who is he to say what she should or shouldn't or even could do.
Damon pops an eyebrow up and gives his patented multiple-fingered wave.
Gray - well, his Josie is older by - if he did math correctly. Several years? More than a decade? )
["Of course." Then she pauses. "They may know how to pick locks and crack safes by the time you return but they won't get arrested."
As far as Damon's concerned, those may just be practical life skills.
Erica does acknowledge his point, but she's also not going to agree or disagree just yet. It's not like her parents are going to be looking for her in New Orleans.
Josie however, nods in surprise.]
Yeah, that's me.
[She then blinks as she looks at him.]
You look familiar. Do you go to Tulane?
[She doesn't quite realize that she's recognizing pieces of Damon and Elena just yet. She's just confused.]
("The blonde that talks a mile a minute and that's staring at me but thinks I don't know she's staring at me?" he asks, not looking up above to the balcony where Parker is currently perched, hand in a cereal box.
Gray, less confused, sighs. )
Yeah. My sister and I both are. Stephanie is over there finishing up with Brianna. And Damon -- this is going to sound crazy, just, fair warning. He's our dad.
[Sophie nods. "That's the one. Check for your wallet before you leave. It's a right of passage."
Josie's eyes go wide, and she glances back to Damon again, and fights down the first few questions she has, namely being 1) How???? and 2) When????? and settles just to work with the most pertinent.]
( Parker grins, fishes his wallet out of the cereal box like he's found a prize and tosses it down into Damon's awaiting hands.
"How'd she do that?"
Wasn't she up there? The entire time? Her mom. This is one of those land mines he and his sister are going to encounter. ) It was great. You were doubling a visit to see your sister and her husband. I think our parents were grateful for the break. They don't really fly international.
["She's the best thief in the world," Sophie replies. "She doesn't give away her secrets for free."
Aww, Lizzie's married. Part of Josie wants to ask who it is. She wants to ask it she's seeing anyone. But there's also part of her that doesn't help but feel like that's spoilers.]
Good. Glad I could pay it forward. Are you going back to Mystic Falls to see Elena?
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"Both?" Breanna shrugs. "And considering all the work I'm about to do to make you real people so you can do things like drive and fly you're kind of in on the crime already. Though from what I'm stalking in the big group chat, it's not like you had much of a choice."
Erica shrugs. She doesn't really care about the human laws that Breanna is working with a lot of the time.]
I'm a werewolf so I was kind of already a little outside the law anyway.
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Just how big is this group chat?
( He looks to Erica. )
Still need ID, though.
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Erica shrugs because he has a point.]
Fair enough.
[Then her eyes light up.]
Hey, can you make me twenty one? I mean ... technically I'm like thirty something.
[Breanna glances back to her and shakes her head. "You barely pass for eighteen. Quit while you're head."
Erica pouts but nods. Fine, fine, she'll act her age.
"As for the group chat, it's so big," Breanna replies as she goes back to work. "It's like the entire Justice League has shown up to debate all the dead people who are reappearing. We only got looped in because you guys need IDs and stuff, because otherwise this is not our usual bag."]
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In her defense, there are people that do look twenty-one. Do I look nineteen?
( He's trying. Why not. ,b>)
Right, people here aren't being taken down by crime for crime. Well, we're - thank you - for the help. Helping me and my sister. Damon.
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"No prob. I am happy to help." The printer starts to sound, and a few minutes later, Breanna pulls the freshly minted license off the tray and passes it to Erica. "There you go. You're officially street legal."
Erica grins as she takes it from her.]
Thank you!
[She realizes she might be a little too happy to have her (fake) license, but given it's something she never thought she'd have, she'll allow it.]
And for what it's worth, I would have pegged you for twenty?
[He seemed older than her, but she wasn't sure by how much.]
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I'll take twenty. Steph's eighteen. ( He steps over. ) Not that I'm an expert on ID's in this New Orleans, but it looks real. I like the holographic detail.
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"Thanks! I work really hard to make them look good." She turns back to the Salvatores and glances between them. "Alright, which one of you is first?"
Stephanie steps up.]
I'll go.
["Great. In front of the blue screen please."
Erica holds out the card so he can get a better look. "Are you guys going to the whole thing in Mystic Falls?"]
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Yeah, our - ( mother... ) I think it's going to have the largest sampling of people like all of us, and technically, it's where we're from. Damon's here in New Orleans, though, so after, is anybody's guess.
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Erica nods, because makes sense.]
I'm going too. I'm probably coming back here after, cuz this is where my alpha is but my best friend is also in Mystic Falls so I don't know.
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We don't know all that much about werewolves, other than what we've read. But, I didn't read anything about an alpha. How does the alpha thing work?
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Erica makes a face because how do you explain the alpha thing.]
Well, it depends on the kind of werewolf you are. For my kind of werewolf it's a little more direct. An alpha is more powerful than a beta werewolf, their eyes are red, and they can turn other people into werewolves. But in Hayley's case it's more of an honorific? They choose who the alpha of their pack is, but otherwise they're all the same kind of werewolf.
[She pauses.]
Maybe Hayley's a bad example because she's also a vampire.
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Do crime?, he doesn't ask, not reflecting on what his kids think. )
We're going to take your word for it, ( Gray says, also without choice. ) How is it. Being back?
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Erica glances over her shoulder, making sure that Scott or Derek aren't about to walk through the door to get her before shrugging.]
It's weird. My friends are all so much older than me now, and in different places so they feel more like trusted adults than actually friends? So I have to make new ones, and then I've been gone for so long that I'm not sure if I should like ... go see my parents? Or just let them keep thinking I'm ... you know. They didn't know I was a werewolf or anything.
[For some reason, it's easier to say all of that to a veritable stranger than it would be to say it to her actual friends.]
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Gray looks in the direction Erica does, before turning his attention back to her. )
As someone who's one half of a sibling pair with parents who aren't our parents, I'm probably not the person to ask. But, I've seen parents... They understand. In time. If that's something you want. It helps that those friends of yours -- they could help. But, it depends on if you want to go back, want to tell them, or, leave them in the dark, to their lives. It's day one, right? Or, two? You have time.
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Erica nods, because he does have a point.]
Yeah, I guess I do. Davina says there's no take-back clause in the magic that brought me here, so I guess I have all the time in the world to figure it out.
[She still doesn't know if her parents are an option worth taking. From what Isaac's told her, they buried her, grieved her. It doesn't seem worth opening that old wound just yet, as much as she may want to. They might not believe her anyway.
She'll see how she feels after everything in Mystic Falls.
But before she can elaborate on that, Josie's head pops around the door, giving Sophie a wave, and a more surprised wave at Damon before heading over to Erica. "Hey. You all set?"]
Yep, I'm good. Oh, Josie this is Gray and Stephanie.
[She points back to where Stephanie is finishing up with Breanna over her shoulder. She introduces them because everyone is new to her so she assumes that everyone is also new to everyone else.]
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Not that they'll get far without him or Sophie or these new identities. But, he's gotta ask. )
...Longer you do spend it here, the more they might feel about you being back and not contacting them. If that comes up. ( But, his expression lets her know he's only giving unwanted advice. Who is he to say what she should or shouldn't or even could do.
Damon pops an eyebrow up and gives his patented multiple-fingered wave.
Gray - well, his Josie is older by - if he did math correctly. Several years? More than a decade? )
My sister. Josie Saltzman?
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As far as Damon's concerned, those may just be practical life skills.
Erica does acknowledge his point, but she's also not going to agree or disagree just yet. It's not like her parents are going to be looking for her in New Orleans.
Josie however, nods in surprise.]
Yeah, that's me.
[She then blinks as she looks at him.]
You look familiar. Do you go to Tulane?
[She doesn't quite realize that she's recognizing pieces of Damon and Elena just yet. She's just confused.]
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No -- sorry, your unc -- Damon didn't -- ( He looks up, this is awkward. Looks away. ) Why are you here?
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Josie's face softens as she glances back over to Damon, confused, before looking back to him.]
My girlfriend's mom asked us to help Erica get settled. We're going shopping. Are you also part of all this?
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Gray, less confused, sighs. )
Yeah. My sister and I both are. Stephanie is over there finishing up with Brianna. And Damon -- this is going to sound crazy, just, fair warning. He's our dad.
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Josie's eyes go wide, and she glances back to Damon again, and fights down the first few questions she has, namely being 1) How???? and 2) When????? and settles just to work with the most pertinent.]
Who's your mom?
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Gray sucks in a breath. )
Elena Gilbert. He's human. In... our world. And you're older. You're our aunt Jo. You took us to Switzerland once.
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Oh, that makes sense.
[In some weird, roundabout way that only their world would make sense in. She's curious about how things landed there.]
I don't think I've ever been Jo. That's always been my mom, and people would just get confused.
[A beat.]
Was it a good trip?
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"How'd she do that?"
Wasn't she up there? The entire time? Her mom. This is one of those land mines he and his sister are going to encounter. ) It was great. You were doubling a visit to see your sister and her husband. I think our parents were grateful for the break. They don't really fly international.
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Aww, Lizzie's married. Part of Josie wants to ask who it is. She wants to ask it she's seeing anyone. But there's also part of her that doesn't help but feel like that's spoilers.]
Good. Glad I could pay it forward. Are you going back to Mystic Falls to see Elena?
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