MarinaNova Asylum

[She’s breathing hard, strands of her strawberry blonde hair damp and in her face as she the feed starts. Jenna Sommers has most certainly had better days. It's actually somewhat appropriate that it's raining, just to make things that much better.]

This is…-someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on. First there’s vampires, and then there’s possessions, and witches, and…

[She cuts herself off, one hand coming up to her head as if she’s in pain. Her eyes blink rapidly, the light around her to bright to handle. Maybe she has a migraine coming on.]

My…niece called me. Elena. She was terrified. I have to find her.

[But then someone had grabbed her as she’d left the house. She remembered the taste of blood in her mouth. She turns her gaze toward the device, resolved and terrified and angry.]

Why is this happening!? Why can’t you just leave us alone!?

[One of these days, Alaric's gonna stop expecting so damn little to go wrong. When you have a self-destructive best friend who is also immortal, a lot of shit is bound to go wrong. He's already spent the day out of the apartment, trying to wrap his head around the fact both Salvatores are trying to keep him alive all the while convincing themselves that burning down an Original vampire's apartment was a good idea.

Since he already knows Damon has written him off as dead (and he's already done it for himself), he really doesn't understand why they're bothering with the wasted effort.

It's no wonder he drinks all the damn time. Which is what he's doing now, stretched out on some stolen furniture with Damon's stash of booze already broken into. He's just starting, but it's already practically a ritual to drink until he passes out at night.]

( closed action for damon salvatore )

open action!
[ you can catch elena upset and angry and walking back to her apartment in sector four this afternoon, or perhaps in the library, where she's picking out books and glaring at them. later on, you'll find her at the bakery curled up with a cup of coffee and writing very intently in her journal. she's in kind of a put-out and sometimes snarky kind of mood. she hasn't entirely figured out the purpose of this holiday yet, and frankly she'd like to avoid it as best as possible.

so obviously you should make sure that doesn't happen. ]

[So it's been a few days since the whole reveal of his desperately bleak, short future had been thrown on him. Not a total life ruiner, that. (No, wait. It was.) It's beyond time to move out, find his own place. Way beyond time. Guy living with two teenage girls, he was surprised there wasn't some stupid damn law he'd been breaking.

He's not entirely sure how to do it himself. The concept of just going out and finding a place is still foreign to him, prison or not. (And really, he knows he's shit at that serious discussion thing, figuring it'd be easier to just. Rip the bandage off.

And maybe this is just a plea for Klaus and Rebekah to find him and off him already. Better than waiting to become some crazy asshole.]

I've been thinking of moving from the uh, shared place I've been in. Is it true you just find some place you like and move in?

[Does he have to tell the AI or something? Can't help but wonder how they keep track of everyone if they keep moving around. Hell, how do they even know when rules are being broken? Serious lack of privacy, here. At least he could pretend to have some in some tiny little box of an apartment.]

[ caroline's on her device and she looks a little disheveled and not so happy. somebody had a canon update up to season four end of episode two and isn't happy about it.]

Is it normal to just wake up with just... new memories? Like things that hadn't happened to you yet but then... it's like they just...did? It's like I went home but I'm still here.


[private to elena gilbert]

We need to talk about this. And I have something for you.


[private to klaus]

You. We need to talk. [ and she might kick your ass.]

[No doubt it's been a long day for some, newbies or standard inmates. Maybe you're lost, worried, feeling kind of alone and like ya need a stiff drink. Maybe you lost someone a few days ago, maybe you were hoping to find someone or head home yourself, but it didn't happen. Or maybe you're just hungry.

In any case, Merlotte's is open for business and the owner, Sam, is almost always there. There's even a pool table! Come on in and relax, forget about your worries and troubles for a while.]

((ooc: this can work like a mingle if you want to thread-jack and use it for an open meeting spot or what have you. This was kind of a random sudden thing, so have at it! If you want Sam just let me know in your header (or on plurk) , or feel free to mark closed threads for you and yours.))

[ Guess who's finally out of solitary? Is he going to be drinking from his flask again anytime soon? Pfft. Y E S. Of course he is. Like he's going to give the wardens any (artificial) satisfaction whatsoever. This whole rehabilitation thing isn't going to work on him. There's no getting rid of a century and a half's worth of bad habits and really bad behavior. There is no changing him.

Sure, being stuck in a teeny tiny room for almost a week without company or entertainment pretty much sucked, but whatever. He's over it. There are far more important things to focus on right now. Like (first and foremost) getting hold of a blood bag since he refused his meals yesterday, and making sure that Elena and Alaric are okay; that they're still here even. ]

{private to: Elena Gilbert}

... Morning. [ Well. That's just about as lame as it can get, but he's not entirely sure what else he should be saying. ]

{private to: Alaric Saltzman}

Rise and shine, sleepyhead. [ Mm. Much better. And here's hoping that last crappy conversation they had is all but forgotten by now. Water under the bridge and all that. ]

Happy Anniversary, Marina Nova!

The bots have been busy cleaning up the dome and setting up decorations for this momentous occasion, and by now there isn't a nook or cranny left un-pimped! Bright blue MarinaNova flags wave happily in the artificial breeze together with the colorful ribbons that have been wrapped around poles. The streets are illuminated by strings of lights and paper lanterns and each sector gate has been lovingly decorated with fragrant flower garlands.

Of course, that is far from all! There wouldn't be much of a festival without entertainment and your loving wardens have made absolutely sure that there's something for everyone!

( Let the celebrations begin! )

Enjoy!

[Stefan is new to the underwater prison, and his expression is concerned and pleading. He already had a fit of rage earlier, so at least now he’s had time to think and to relax.]

I know that I deserve to be here, maybe more than most of the others, but-

[He glances off, presses his lips together. His brow is furrowed as he sighs, then glances at the floor.]

There’s a girl back home, and she needs me right now. Any other time, I would have thought maybe it was better for us to be separated, but-

[Back when they’d first met, he’d tried to stay away. Now, things weren’t so simple. She needed to be protected.

Or she did. Now, one of the only things she needed to be protected from was herself.]

Who am I kidding? No one listening is going to help me. You’re probably all prisoners like me.

[He exhales, to keep himself calm and to help him think straight.]

Caroline and Bonnie will help her. And…so will Damon.

[It’s a hard pill to swallow, but it’s true, at least. He’s also under the assumption that he’s here alone.]

…Sorry about that. Let’s try this again. [A beat as he tries to look friendly.] My name is Stefan. Stefan Salvatore.

[The relationships group therapy attendees will all get a message telling them to report to a private room at Lyrical, the karoke bar in sector 3. When they arrive they'll find couches and oversized chairs arranged into a rough circle. In the center of the ring there is a table with a bowl full of folded slips of paper with questions.]

( Possible Questions )

[In addition to the questions there are cards with various prompts. One explains the game, I Never. Another suggests people pair off and roleplay they are in a relationship and then deal with various scenarios like what do to if one partner flirts with someone else or comes home late without calling.]

( Additional scenarios )

[If people choose to participate in any of the conversation starters the robots will take drink orders and release them sooner. This is made clear as each person enters. Otherwise, there is a water pitcher and plastic cups as well as a platter of stale donuts.]

(OOC: Anyone is welcome to be directed to this group (or just drop in) whether you responded to the initial set-up post or not! Mingle style. Assume threadjacking and overhearing is welcome unless otherwise marked since it is a relatively small room and group. Even private conversations won't be super private. You are not limited to the questions, scenarios, or games listed above. Assume there are more! Forward dated to late afternoon.)

Welcome to Day 196. It is what organics typically consider to be beautiful outside—or inside technically—but I am certain you will still be able to find something to complain about.

Sam Merlotte's items will be delivered to his restaurant today.

Damon Salvatore is on the naughty list this week—possibly just to hear me say his name. Regrettable turn of luck with the punishment though.

Hopefully you haven't glazed over too much yet. This next part is very important and relevant to all of you. We think you need a little push in the right direction, so for everyone who isn't Damon Salvatore you'll be attending a group therapy session today. Instructions for when and where will be sent to your communicators. I strongly advise against playing hooky.

(OOC: See details here and here on the group therapy sessions if you haven't already!)

[ after the arrival of newcomers in the dome, plans for a gilbert-zatara sleepover fell through, but elena definitely made sure to reschedule for the next night. she's set out food, snacks, drinks, and thought up a few things to entertain for the night, chief among them girl-talk. (what did fourteen-year-old teenagers want to do for fun at sleepovers again? besides sneaking out and light as a feather, stiff as a board? elena's getting old.) (and that last one might go over really well actually, considering.)

anyway, elena's in her pajamas and has the place set for some fun. ]

ooc: zatanna, caroline, and ric welcome \o/

[ And Elena Gilbert's communicator is on. Here's her face, faintly mischievous amused and yet all business. The picture is a little bit wobbly, like she's holding the device instead of wearing it. Which she is. ] Here's a treat for you guys. Damon Salvatore, at work.

[ We pan around to Damon, cleaning. Particularly, he's cleaning the "mess" she made in his living area. ]

There's such a thing as a coaster, Elena. Here. [ He holds one up, completely unaware of her filming this as he's too occupied with needing to clean his apartment. It's a thing he does every couple of days or so (aside from the daily dusting and etc, etc, etc). ] Will you please use it? [ He fakes a smile, puts it on the coffee table and transfers her glass of orange juice over to it before getting back to arranging the pillows on the couch. ]

I could use it if you don't remind me every two seconds. [ Snark, snark. Yes, she's still holding her communicator up la la la. Look, maybe he's got a point about the coaster, but the rest of his fussing is adorable ridiculous and must be shown to the world. ]

Are you done with this? [ He's holding her magazine up. (The one she left on the couch with the rest of her mess things.) He hands it over to her before he picks up her bag and zips it up. ] Oh, come on. [ He crouches down and inspects the carpet. Cookie crumbs from Elena's breakfast plate. Note to self: Next time? Get the doppelgänger a bigger plate. He starts picking them up with a shake of his head. ]

I'm going to check on the laundry. Try not to litter while I'm gone.

[ That magazine is taken and then placed back on the table. It makes a faint noise. ] I'm not done with it. The laundry's not done either. [ C'mon, Damon. You can't go. It's time for your close-up. ] Is this bothering you? I can leave if I'm bothering you. [ S-so innocently cheeky. Her out-stretched hand fills up the side of the frame. ] Here, give me my bag.

[ Elena's presence in his apartment on C-Day (that's Cleaning Day) is proving to be a disturbance which is why he'll just go right ahead and give Elena her bag. Just like that. His hand is itching to reach for the magazine though, but he's ignoring the urge to organize that particular chaos right now. He's not about to give her the satisfaction. ] … [ Nngh. Screw that. He pulls it away from the edge of the table. There. Much better. ]

Door's that way.

[ That he actually gives her the bag and points her towards the door is no cause for concern to Elena. Nope. You can't see it, but she's smiling, only incredulous for show. You might hear her small, deep scoffing laugh, and the light thud of her bag hitting the floor by her feet. ] Damon. [ As in: Damon, you're adorable ridiculous and there's no intentional bone in this room about to head for the door. Or one that wants me to leave. Also, you're annoying and I like hate you.

She moves the communicator 'round about enough. Here's a curtain of hair and a wry, snarky face. ] Looks aren't everything. [ Bye. ]

[The Blood Shack has been redecorated for the evening. The lighting is red and the decor is very Moulin Rouge. The bar has had a facelift of sorts and in the spirit of a costume party is featuring 'candy' flavored shots such as Skittles, Sweet tarts, Caramel Apples, Nerds and Tootsie Rolls. All other 'normal' drinks are available at the bar as well as a selection of synthetic blood. The decor continues in the seating arrangements. The entire room, including the dance floor, stage and platform where Eric's throne sits is bathed in red light. Lording over the entire affair is Eric, dressed as a Viking king. Instead of the helm, he's got a crown made of gold foil and cardboard. His weapons are the plastic sort and he's opted to go bare chested rather than attempting to make any sort of chain mail. He has a faux polar bear throw across his shoulders and is wearing a long, blond wig as well as a fake beard.

Enjoy, mingle and come as you want to be.]


ooc:: Mingle, start threads and make general merriment. This is all pre-blackout. On Thursday evening, I will put up a post blackout thread. Any questions? Let me know

[ First barbie, and now grumpy Saltzman. He would have gone with meeting up with his bestie first, but he hadn't really planned on this whole 'playing catch up with the Mystic Falls crew' thing on Day 187 in the first place, but if he's already out and about, bored and in dire need of some more company entertainment anyways, why the hell not? He's had enough of this whole give Ric some space crap. It's been four days since he arrived. That's plenty of time to get settled in.

He knocks on the door to the Gilbert-Forbes apartment. The girls aren't home. He checked. (No need for any witnesses if his invitation to head out for whatever is going to be straight out rejected.) He knocks again, slightly impatient. He really would have just barged right in except -- whoops -- he hasn't been invited. (Here's hoping that once Alaric figures that out, he's not going to make this any more difficult than it has to be.)

Damon's here with a purpose in mind. It's not all about Alaric. It's not all about him either. This has mostly everything to do with the newly opened Sector 6. His curiosity needs to be sated, and who better to take with him on this little adventure than--? Ding ding! That's right. There's no one else he can really count on. (Dragging Elena along is a big no no.) And the list of people he can trust in MarinaNova is -- well, let's be real. It's not a list. It's a work in progress.

He knocks once more (possibly in warning of what's to come next) and decides -- screw it. (No, he's not to going to break the door down. He'll do much worse than that.) ]

If this is a bad time, and you need an extra five minutes with your naughty bits, just say so. I can hear you... [ He knows he's in there. ]

So you know, back home, I kept a video blog. It was sorta an online journal for the trials and stuff of bein' a teenage vampire. Sometimes a how to guide for people who just turned, information for people who wanted to know more 'bout vampires, things like that. I had a pretty good fanbase and sometimes I even got other people to come in and talk on it too.

I was thinkin' about the network I guess and whether it'd be a good idea to continue doin' something like that here. Like the adjustments of a young vampire in this place or somethin'.

You think anyone'd be interested in somethin' like that?

{ in the comments. c: sorry for essentially the same post two weeks in a row! an actual open post is imminent. }

[There's a lot of fumbling at first as Alaric takes the communicator off, looks over it, and fits it back on. Look, he's used to phones, not... futuristic headpieces. He doesn't even use bluetooth.

He's made sure to have his private confusion before now. Waking up with a little scrambled memory is nothing new. Sometimes he dies. Sometimes he wakes up and he's not where he'd died. Nothing weird there. (Right.) But over a mile underwater in a giant dome? Little different.

He's adjusting. It's what he does. The furrow to his brow is permanent, though. Once he figured out how to do it, he flicked through his crimes. Read them over a few times. Remembered every single one and thought, for one guilty moment, that maybe he deserved to be here, too.]

So, uh. This is a new one for me. [Understatement. He's never even lived near the ocean, now he's. Under it. Or hallucinating extremely vividly. Obviously not the latter at this point. He's sitting outside The Bistro because, for all the confusion, something that makes a little sense and has that hint of familiarity is more than welcome. Smells good, too. Bonus. He fiddles with his bag, pulling his ring on where it belongs.] The prison thing. And being underwater. I'm guessing there's no point in throwing a fit or demanding release, huh?

[The video feed clicks on to one fabulous looking Kurt Hummel. He likes to believe that he can even pull off an orange jumpsuit. He doesn’t look terribly distressed. In fact he is in some kind of denial that this is even happening. This has to be a dream right?]

Hello everyone, my name is Kurt Hummel.

You know, it’s amazing to see the places I end up. First I’m living my dream with a group of people I hold very dear to my heart and before I can blink twice, here I am in a tacky orange jumpsuit and a chunky anklet that doesn’t really go with the outfit.

So, that being said. I’d like to wake up from this awfully drab dream and go back to celebrating our win at Nationals. Thank you for your time.

[The feed is cut from there.]



((ooc: Also feel free to find him and take him for Chalk drawings! He woke up in front of the Library if anyone needs to know!))