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if it's not like the movies than that's how it should be;

The last thing Rebekah remembers is being on a ship with Stefan.

But Rifts are fickle things and they act in weird ways. This time they end up in what seems to be some black and white world. There are no colors. Rebekah is no longer in the clothes she was in before but now something belonging to a time she's never lived through

"What the bl-- heck is going on here?"

Why can't she say bloody hell? Something about this is really, really eerie.

She starts walking in her uncomfortable heels, looking for Stefan.

Please let Stefan been dragged into this hell as well.

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Prior to waking up in this place dressed like a typical teenager from the fifties, Stefan had thought his letterman jacket days were behind him.

Apparently not.

After taking a moment to adjust to the fact that they are, in fact, in black and white, his first instinct is to find Rebekah, wandering through the streets until he spots the familiar blond - though she's not incredibly blond in this instance - and starts to make his way closer.

"Rebekah?" Please actually be Rebekah.

It's actually Rebekah. And it's actually Stefan. Thank god the Rifts didn't separate them on this one.

"Stefan?" He's black and white too -- just like everything else.

"Any idea where we are?"

"Where? No." The relief stretches across his features as he sees her, making his way closer and taking her by the shoulders as he looks her over to make sure she's alright. It's a gesture he doesn't need with an Original vampire, but he does it out of habit anyway. "But judging by our clothing, I'm going to guess somewhere in the 1950s."

Necessary or not she appreciates the gesture all the same. Her eyes widen a little. One of the many decades she missed thanks to both the Rifts and her brother.

"And we're in black and white. For some reason."

"Rifts can take us anywhere anytime - figures that there's a black and white world out there somewhere." He makes a face as he takes a closer look around. "Though it doesn't seem like it's out of a noir film, that's for sure."

"No. I did that one with Elena once -- though it was in color I think it was still the noir style. I'm not sure I ever told you about that one." Probably not since Elena and Rebekah of that world had apparently been working together to murder a man with the last name Salvatore.

The Rifts like to have fun.

"You didn't," he says, before turning back to the landscape again. "So this world is intentionally in black and white. I wonder if there's a reason why."

Maybe that's the goal they have to solve before the rifts picked them up again. Restore the world to color and mission accomplished.

"There must be a reason -- maybe it's connected to how we're dressed." Him in letterman jacket -- they look like a couple of high school sweethearts.

He glances down at the jacket again, twisting his head over one shoulder as though he's going to try and see what's on the back. "Maybe we should check the school first, then? See if that's the source of all of this?"

She nods. "It's as good of a place to start as any." It's not like they had a lot of other hints to go on.

Stefan nods before turning to head towards the more lively area of town. There has to be some kind of information somewhere as to where they are and what they're doing here, but for right now it just looks like a town straight out of an old fifties TV show - color scheme and all.

"This ... definitely brings back memories."

"What were the fifties like?" Rebekah never lived through them. She doesn't really know what she should be expecting here.

"They were ... fun," he says with a small smile. "Not quite as fun as the twenties, but we had just gotten out of a war, and it was when the attention of the world started to shift towards the teenage generation, rather than the adults. It was full of dance halls and soda shops and ... rock and roll."

"You'll have to teach me some of the dance moves before we leave." She grins a little. She probably shouldn't be enjoying it so much, but it's nice to get a glimpse of an era she was denied access to. Even if it was in black and white.

He grins a bit at her in return, before giving her hand a squeeze. "It would be my pleasure." There was an energy about the dance of this era that reminded him of the twenties, even if it is the twenties on steriods.

"I'll be looking forward to it then." It can't be any worse than what counts as modern dancing, she figures.

Stefan nods as they head further into town, before he spots a soda shop on the side of the road. He glances around and since it seems to have the most life in the area, he turns and nods to Rebekah. "That seems like a good place to start."

"It does seem rather lively." She takes Stefan's hand into her own before beginning to make her way inside the place.

He leads her over to the counter, sliding onto one of the stools before grabbing a menu and placing it in front of them. "So places like this, you want to go with a milkshake or a float - my personal preference is root beer float, but to each their own."

She settles down on the stool next to him, grinning a little. She knows she shouldn't be having fun right now, but she can't help herself. "I'll trust your judgement."

He smirks. "Two root beer floats, coming up." He then turns to signal the waiter behind the bar and places the order, before leaning in to ask the man a few questions about where they are. "Hope you don't mind a few questions - we're new in town. Just came in from Chicago."

"For starters, what's the name of this place? We didn't see any signs driving in." It's a plausible enough lie, if nothing else.

"Pleasantville," the man quips from behind the counter. "Town pretty much suits the name, I think. We're a pretty pleasant place to be."

"Pleasantville," Stefan nods slowly. "Can't say I ever heard of it."

"Neither have I. It sounds nice."

Almost nauseatingly so. What kind of name is Pleasantville?

"Well, we're a small place. I can see why we're not that famous." He gives them a smile as he places the malts in front of them. "Feel free to wander around and have a look."

"We will. Thanks for the milkshakes."

"Thank you."

The tone is almost flat. They didn't learn much from him -- but at least there are milkshakes?

Milkshakes do make most things better. He waits until the guy disappears, before turning to the rest of the shop as he sips on his.

"It's possible they might not even realize anything's weird."

They do. She takes a sip of her own as she considers it.

"Do you think it's some kind of spell or some sort of compulsion forcing them to not realize it?"

Stefan pauses for a moment, before tipping his head to the side. "Maybe. There could be something that's trapping them and keeping them from moving forward."

"Some sort of stasis element." It's not unheard of though for a whole town to be in such a state was a little unusual.

He nods in agreement. "Or maybe people just ... haven't figured out how to move forward yet. Maybe they like things the way they are."

"I can kind of see why they would," She admits after a moment. "Everything does seem rather simple here."

He nods in agreement. "But simple doesn't always mean it's happening for good reasons. Mystic Falls might be considered simple by some people too."

Rebekah's eyebrows raise slightly at that before she nods in agreement. "True enough. Simple isn't always inherently good."

Stefan nods slowly, taking everything in, before glancing over to her with a small smirk. "Want to do some ... covert investigating?"

Rebekah smirks in return.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Want to do some good ol' fashioned detective work? We might be able to find out more faster if we work together."

"Sounds like it could be fun"

"Perfect," he says with a nod. "We'll just have to find a place to stay in case this takes longer than a day." Or it's longer than a day before the rift snatches them up again.

"I'm sure we'll find someplace." If nothing else that can compel someone to allow them to stay in their home -- assuming compulsion still works here, of course.

Stefan nods as he glances around, and personally? He's hoping that it does. It's not like they suddenly fell through and found themselves with wallets full of cash. "Alright. Let's have a look around."

She finishes off her milkshake before getting up, offering him her hand. "Hopefully we'll be able to find something useful."

"Let's go." And off they go to wander and find themselves a nice hotel for the evening. It's definitely fifties style, but it'll at least give them somewhere comfortable to stay while they figure things out.

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