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[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, Stefan. How are you doing?

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.]

How's the Wonderduck holding up?

Pretty good, honestly. All crew and the ship more or less in one piece.

[That's better than he can say for some of the ships, having been around firsthand.]

I've actually been running water and rations to some of the other ships and - well. I was wondering if I could ask you a favour.

Good, good.

[He breathes a sigh of relief - he'd been worried about his friends elsewhere.]

Sure. What's up?

I've been running food and water to other ships but some of them . . . they're in pretty rough shape. Do you think I could use the Interfaith Center as a shelter for folks who need it?

[He knows it's a big ask, and he clarifies quickly, eager not to look insensitive.

What can he say. Canadian.]

If the answer's no, that's fine. It's just, the center has the biggest kitchen and is probably the best place to sleep in the Iskaulit.

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Yeah, of course. Thank you, that's a really good idea.

[Stefan doesn't hesitate - people are hurt, ships aren't in good condition, and a ton of raiders lost their lives. The Center is the best-situated spot for something of that scale.]

I haven't gotten a chance to assess the damage there, though. My ship's not great, but we're definitely going to need more than a few repairs ourselves. Let me check with my first mate before taking a shuttle over - I don't want you going there by yourself.

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Oh, of course, of course. Far be it from me to just wander into a dangerous environment alone.

[Said with to much solemnity to be at all serious.]

Whenever you get a chance.

Just gimme a few minutes. We don't have a pilot, so uh - we had to sit there and take everything the raiders dealt.

[His wince is audible.]

I'm not gonna like the repair bill. But anyway, as long as the ground rules are followed - no shoes and no pets - we should be good to go.

Ouch. Sorry to hear that.

[It's hard to be flippant in the face of that, and he goes back on-topic, the soft clatter of him preparing more food audible in the background.]

Any rules for what can and can't be cooked in the kitchen?

[He trusts Stefan to be more up on the various religious dietary restrictions that the kitchen would have to stay in line with, and as much as the guy's helping him out, the least he can do is mind his Ps and Qs in his establishment.]

We're still alive. Our ship's in one piece, mostly. [Well, "alive" as a vampire can be. There are bottles and papers rustling in the background - Stefan's double-checking inventory before he goes.] We were hit, and it's not pretty, but we're here. I can't ask for anything more.

As for rules, um, no pork and alcohol. I can't afford to keep kosher, so you can still mix meat and dairy together. You'll need a key to open the kitchen. I've got an extra, so uh - hang on tight.

All right. Talk to you soon.

[So, pending further instructions, Eugene's packing up what he needs and what he thinks the Wonderduck can spare for his little humanitarian mission. It's easier that he would have thought. He's collected a small collection of essentials over the course of several planets - his starter, assorted containers, a knife that feels right in his hand - and he's used to living and packing light. Within a handful of minutes he's ready to go, and just filling the time by preparing more food stores until he hears back from Stefan.]

[Stefan spends those few minutes gulping down what remains of his land shark blood - it doesn't stave the lingering edge, not even remotely - and gathering what he thinks he'll need to explore the Iskaulit. From what Freyja's told him, it was hit pretty hard too.]

Hey, I just found my extra key. I'll take a shuttle over and see you really soon?

Sounds good to me. See you there.

[He packs up the leftovers for his crew to enjoy, shoulders his bag, and heads down to the shuttles himself. It's a pretty easy course to the Iskaulit, though he's starting to get foggy with fatigue, everything too blurry or too sharp. He docks and steps aboard, and finds himself navigating more property damage than he'd anticipated on his way to the Center, sort of hoping that Stefan's already reached the place before him to size up whatever damage had occurred.]

[He'd guessed right - when Eugene enters (and hopefully borrows a pair of comfy slippers or house shoes), Stefan's kneeling down in the main hallway, picking up a dented... faucet? A dented kitchen faucet, more precisely. Worse still, there are random backtiles on the floor. Not broken, but not where they're supposed to be either.

Stefan furrows his brow as he picks it up and glances over at Eugene.]

You know, when I thought there'd be damage, I didn't think about the kitchen sink.

[Eugene's toed on a slipper and, in his usual compromise for the Center, tied a pair of clean socks over the foot of his prosthetic and the bottom of his crutch (note to self - if he's going to keep volunteering here, get one of the local do-it-yourself crew to shape up a new foot and a basic cane that he can keep in here). The overlying cloth makes his steps softer, and slower for the reduced purchase, and he makes his way up not even entirely sure of what he's looking at. Which includes Stefan, who is . . . really not looking one hundred percent.

Not that he is going to start the conversation with that. Not when, in a way, what Stefan is addressing is even weirder.]

They seriously ripped out the sink?

[On his end, he's grateful that Eugene has yet to mention his true face. No matter how much he struggles to keep it down, he can't quite fight the hunger long enough. He's going to be drinking so much caffeine, he can already tell.

(Allah, please - let the kitchen be otherwise intact.)

Eugene's asking him a question, though, so he nods as he picks up everything on the ground.]

Or they tried to. I'm not sure how it would've counted as valuable.

[The backsplash, maybe? He had gotten it commissioned, there might've been some valuable mineral that he just wasn't aware of. Either way, Stefan's grateful. Save for the randomly strewn items, the rest of the Center's clean. No visible property damage, let alone fire or water of weapon marks; this had been missed, by some sheer stroke of (divine) luck.]

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One man's treasure is another man's . . . Sink. Apparently.

[He follows along a few steps behind, automatically double-checking the turns and corners, as if something's waiting to attack them out of every blind spot.]

I'm not seeing any flooding, at least, so they can't have messed up the plumbing too bad.

[That or the water pressure on the Iskaulit is dead.]

I sure hope not. I don't have the skills to fix it.

[Stefan's turned all the lights on, at least - and now, he belatedly notices the footsteps on the floor. At least the carpet can be steam cleaned (even if it's a total hassle).

He follows Eugene, listening all the while for would-be intruders and whoever would wait for round two. So far, so good.]

I'm not sure what the kitchen's gonna look like, but it seems that everything else's clear.

Hey, cleaning I can do.

[He reaches the kitchen and touches the knob, going still when he feels how loose it is. He goes quiet automatically, and even if the crutch is useful for balance, he lifts it into a position more fitting a sword than a stability aid, presses his back to the wall, and works his hand around the empty doorjamb until he can feel the switch on the wall and flick it open.

It's the same moment he shoulders the door in roughly, eyes darting for a few tense, sharp moments across-

-nothing. Some pots on the floor. The sink hanging at a crazy angle and the tap gone. But he's still tense enough that it still hasn't occurred to him that he's bristling and standing guard between the unknown and a vampire, like Stefan isn't vastly more qualified to deal with potential violent maniacs.

It's okay. He'll realize it in about an hour.]

It looks like we still have a sink, at least.

[The gesture hadn't escaped Stefan's notice - as he crosses the threshold, he has to fight back a smile. He's in a far better position to fight, vamp face or no.

Now that the non-existent threats have made themselves clear, he allows himself a breath and lets the color (and frankly, life) return to his face. He can already see a pristine, untouched electric kettle. That's all he needs, crazy sink and open cabinets aside.

(He would've thought they would've raided the pantry. He would've sincerely thought they would, but he supposes the joke would be on them for having it locked on top of a locked kitchen.)]

Amazingly. [He sighs of relief as he wanders over.] I guess they couldn't take everything from us.

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