If you have a chance, I'd like to talk to you about an idea for the Iskaulit that I thought you might be interested in. It's not related to medical work, but I think you'd find it important too.
Hey, Allen. Thanks again for allowing me to volunteer with you guys. [Even if he had to bow out early because "he had stomach issues," aka he couldn't risk vamping out in front of everyone.]
What'd you have in mind with the Isakaulit? If it's that important, I could probably spare some time to help with it.
[Huh. Frankly, he didn't know his bro was dating around to begin with (or that Clay was bi to begin with, does the future not care as much about labels)! Stefan takes a couple of minutes, to keep from typing out his laughter, because this is adorable.]
Congratulations! That's exciting news. Any chance I'll get to meet the lucky guy soon?
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Are you in your lab or somewhere else? I'll be on the Paisley before long. [ Which is as much warning as he's apparently willing to give, though honestly for him that's more generous than usual. ]
[Sorey jangles when he bounces over to Stefan, loaded down with ropes, a couple knives, a bow and arrows and the sword Pearl made for him at his hip. He kind of looks like he's going off to war. With nature.]
Mornin'! Do you have any weapons you need to pick up before we get going?
[Stefan, on the other hand, is remarkably light: he has a backpack with snacks, bottled water, and various odds and ends (including empty glass bottles and needles and other fun stuff intended to package liquids). Also an extra coat, in case it gets too cold for Sorey.
He can't quite help laughing as he takes another look at the kid. Nature won't know what hit it.]
[ the day before the fleet leaves the hotel, stefan finds a nicely wrapped package addressed to him in the cargo hold. the note simply reads: to stefan, from a fellow drifter
inside, he'll find one comforter and two sets of bedding; one featuring simple geometric shapes in black and white, and the other plain shades of green. ]
[It's been a few hours since the attack - just long enough for Eugene to get his equilibrium back and take stock of the situation in earnest. Once he has, he's calling Stefan. Out of everyone he knows, Stefan is the kind of person, with the kind of resources, who can help Eugene deal with it in the way he knows best.
If there's one mercy to the whole situation, it's that the relative urgency and chaos sweeps awide any lingering awkwardness remaining from the last time he saw him.]
Hey, Eugene. We're doing the best we can. Paisley's fine, uh. There's just a lot of blood to clean up.g
[He's grateful that this isn't a video call; between the (salty, precious) blood from the raiding parties and his crew members, today has tried his patience to unspeakable levels. Stefan can't remember the last time he'd felt so tempted, beyond - well.
Beyond when he'd transitioned into a vampire. His voice is hoarse, though he coughs and tries to clear it up.]
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