MarinaNova Asylum

[ Tyler's more pissed than usual, and a whole lot of other emotions wrapped into one. So, he's not going to do the whole video thing where everyone can see him. It wasn't necessary, he just wanted to make a point, or just say something.]

Guess I won't need to go searching for a new apartment seeing as all of my roommates are gone now.

[ Sure he was being sarcastic, but really, he was upset about this. Matt was gone and Rebekah left not long after he did. Not to mention that Jessica was nowhere to be seen too. ]

Thanks for that. I mean, it's not like I'm having a hard enough time just getting used to everything still.

[ caroline is feeling the effects of the wonderland event, The Dormouse to be specific. so when the camera comes on, you see her face, her expression a tiny bit crazed maybe just because she's having a great time doing whatever.]

So... Guess what guys? [ she makes a face and suddenly vampire teeth click down from her actual teeth.] I'm a vampire! [ yeah, she says it like she's admitting her favorite color is blue or something.] Don't worry though, I don't eat people or anything.

open action / sector three.

[ the drone of the wardens announcing a new day isn’t jarring to elena in the least. it’s the day’s number, through her fog of sleep, that snags her attention. the repetition of her list of crimes. she awakes slowly and all at once, her eyes on the ceiling of a quiet apartment, in a familiar room. she seats up with a start.

she ignores her welcome basket with a burst of disquiet in her gut, her mind already adding this up despite her reluctance to believe it. she gets up out of her old bed, devoid of sheets. moving into the hall, into the living room and adjoining kitchen doesn’t help. it’s empty. she made sandwiches with damon in that kitchen that first day here. curled up on that couch with caroline countless times.

it’s the thought of caroline, damon, everyone she’s left and who isn’t here -- that prompts her to abandon the emptiness of the apartment and recheck the morning messages for one thing.

day 245. she’s been -- where? lost in the stabilizer? -- for three days. her jaw tightens around the belated fear, anger, and frustration towards this place clawing her throat. the devastation of knowing she’s returned or even that she hasn’t gone anywhere. she squeezes the communicator in her hands, nearly hard enough to break, but she doesn’t. can’t. wouldn’t.

she slips it onto her ear instead and heads for the building’s exit. ]

( { private voice to caroline forbes, bonnie bennett. } )

( { private voice to stefan salvatore. } )

( { private voice to damon salvatore. } )

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open video.

[ it’s after she’s back at her apartment and talked to everyone she needs to that elena curls her feet under herself on her bed and makes a network-wide video. her eyes are glassy from all the reunions, but her smile is as reassuring as she can make it. ] Hey. It turns out I’m back. I guess the wardens weren’t done with me yet. [ there’s some weak wryness to lighten the mood. ] I thought everyone should know. [ and considering it’s newbie day: ] For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Elena.

( { private video to zatanna zatara. } )

(OOC: Meet Chloe under The Catterpillar effect. Open to all, affected or not!)

[Those who have seen Chloe since she arrived at Marina three days ago probably have never seen her smile like this. And she is definitely smiling. She's leaning by one of the tea party set ups, chilling as she speaks into her device.]

Hey Marina. I probably didn't introduce myself properly when I got here. I've been kinda worried about stuff that was going on back home before I got here. But what can I do, right? My hands are tied. Well, I guess cuffed is a better term. [She's actually laughing. It's a lazy kind of laughter, but it's there all the same.

As Chloe leans into the table, she sends a couple of teacups crashing to the floor and that makes her pause and look down at them, then shrug.] Oops. Oh well. [For a second, she just stares at the broken teacups and then she finally remembers she was talking to the camera and smiles.] Oh, Bart, Ollie. If you guys wanna chat and not talk about Davis and who is dead and who isn't, we should catch up!

What is everyone else up to today?

[ There were blankets set out in the lush parks of the prison, and on top a feast was spread out. Fine china and chubby pots of tea, delicate cake trays filled with tarts, biscuits and sandwiches; yes, anything the hungry and weary prisoners could wish for was laid out for their convenience.

The sun was shining brightly and a playful breeze rustles the leaves of the trees. Surely a wonderful day for a tea party! ]


((ooc: Mingle for your mingling needs! Event information can be found here! ))

[ He's sure of it now. Not that it matters — not that he cares — but the Dome does seem particularly Scoobie free. Buffy's gone and she took the lit'le bit and that mangy mutt with her. Sam's been missing even longer and with that he's plum out of moral influence. It's a relief in a way. It allows him to not think so hard about that sad flicker of a soul he's got somewhere out there in the world. It's freedom but just as much abandonment. Angel's come and gone and now the last sliver of familiarity disappeared. The last man standing from Sunnydale and he has to wonder... did they find a way home?

Did he get left behind?

It's not something to dwell on in any case. Not when there's hunting to be done and without a Slayer in the dome, who's to stop him? Eric, the great big hypocrite? The Wardens? He'd love to see them try. But first... a few stiff drinks at the Rusty Spoon, formerly known as Merlotte's. For old times sake. ]

((ooc: Available at the bar or skulking around outside somewhere, if you want a meeting that doesn't involve ridiculous amounts of alcohol! ))

[She's now been at the prison for eight days. Anna still isn't quite sure what to make of the whole situation, and considering she's normally a pro at adapting to new situations, that's saying something. It's a prison, but they're free to wander and explore, even though she hasn't done much of that. She's ventured out to the Blood Shack a couple of times, but that was more out of necessity than anything. And after spending most of her free time in her apartment, on the eighth day, Anna forces herself to leave her place.]

[That doesn't mean she's not on guard. Because she very much is. She's met a few friendly -- or seemingly friendly people here, but they also had no idea what Anna is. And she's not about to start admitting that now. She might be in prison, but she's alive. Or as alive as a vampire can be. She didn't use to live this way -- every single action and interaction based wholly on her own fears. But after what happened to her mother, after what happened to her, Anna isn't about to let her guard down willingly. There's a very small percentage of the population here at Marina Nova that knows her secret -- the Mystic Falls population. And she intends on avoiding them as much as possible. She'd made contact with most of them when she first arrived -- rather, they'd made contact with her. She'd even had civil conversations with most of them. But she also doesn't want to tempt fate.]

[Truthfully, Anna is tired of spending so much time alone. It reminds her of just a few days ago when she was that way forcibly because she was a ghost. She makes her way to the library, planning to swing by the Blood Shack later, and maybe also the horse stables. It's been a very long time since Anna's been around horses, but she's always loved them. She wouldn't mind going for a ride, or even watching other people ride. It beats sitting alone in her place all day.]

[ As mentioned by the wardens yesterday, Eric is hosting a costume party. The Blood Shack is lit by candles for the evening (he remembers the last party he had being interrupted by a power outage) and a small buffet of sorts has been erected. It furnishes mostly hors d'oeuvre and finer foods, things that Caroline picked out as Eric hasn't a clue about human food.

There is blood on tap (naturally) as well as a full bar. Eric has made certain to include water, sodas, tea and various non-alcoholic drinks.

The jukebox is playing a variety of music, but patrons are always invited to pick out their own music. The dance floor has a disco ball and there's the ever present 'dancing' pole on stage if someone gets brave. Tables are scattered about as are sofas and chairs so that people have a choice where they sit.

Enjoy yourself, mix, mingle and admire everyone's costume and everyone is required to have a costume in order to be here. ]

[ooc: I've turned off replies so if you want Eric's attention please tag his thread. Mingle here, have fun and be merry? Everyone is invited, including and especially newbies. ]

Hello? [Chloe pauses, lifting a hand to the communicator to check it for a second. It reminds her of the communicator Oliver gave her when she first joined the team full time. It's only been a few months or so since then but it felt like a lifetime ago. Of course, everything is different now and she doesn't belong with the team anymore. She belongs in a prison.]

I guess this is working. [Her voice is monotone, her expression blank. She has just arrived and she already accepts why she is there. If helping Davis isn't enough wrong, she is guilty of plenty of other things. She doesn't feel sorry for herself for being in this position, but she is ashamed of all she's done. Not because she doesn't believe in the reasons behind the wrong she did but now she knows it was all for nothing. She was stubborn, she should have listened to the others and maybe the price she is paying by being locked up in here is nothing compared to what is happening out there to them now. If they are still there at all.] I just wanted to test the equipment.

[The video fades to black]

[Audio]

I'm Chloe Sullivan.

[ liz is one of the lucky few who didn't spill her guts to the class yesterday, but that doesn't mean she feels entirely comfortable with everything that's been going on. So, in an effort to help get herself back on some sort of a schedule, she's taken to patrolling the dome today. she probably should just keep to one little area, but habits are hard to break and she's slowly coming to see this prison as her new "town." that means the whole place needs to be protected and that's what she's doing.

so she can be found wandering just about anywhere in the dome except sector 6. ]

[ locked voice to the mystic falls crew ]

[ later on, she leaves a message for everyone from mystic falls, just to check up on them. ]

Everyone doing okay today?

[After yesterday, Megan is not quite herself. She'd had to tell others in the therapy group she had been put in what she actually was. So there was really no point in hiding it anymore, was there? Those outside of her circle of friends already knew. How could she possibly keep it hidden if people she barely even knew knew her secret?]

Good morning, Marina. That was quite a day yesterday wasn't it. I'm sure we all said some things yesterday.

But there was something I revealed yesterday and I can't keep it hidden anymore. It isn't right.

[With that, her pale skin turns green, quite clear green]

My real name is M'gann M'orzz. I am a Martian. This is how I really look. I didn't want to deceive you anymore.

[ooc: if your character was at the "accept yourself" therapy session, feel free to assume that they heard her admit this already]

[ Considering the nature of the group, it's unsurprising that it is being held in The Blood Shack. There is a sign on the door announcing that the bar is closed for therapy adding that if you're here for the 'Struggling with my humanity of the lack thereof' therapy session, please come in and make yourself at home. Someone (not Eric) has made over the bar so that it looks a great deal like an AA room rather than a bar. The tables are arranged into a square shape (yes, the way you used to sit in school). The bar is open, but the alcoholic beverages have been locked up. The blood taps are available and there's a selection of bottled blood sitting on top of the bar. It is clearly self serve. There's also a selection of pastries on the bar for those that like a little nibble with their blood. Next to this is a large fishbowl filled with folded slips of paper. There's a small sign next to it that urges each participant to take a question from the fishbowl, help yourself to some refreshment and have a seat.

On their folded slips of paper, participants will find such questions:

Were you ever human? If so, when was that? What are you now?
How do you define 'humanity'?
What is your opinion of humans? Why? How did you develop this opinion?
Discuss the relationships you currently have with humans.
What is the most important factor in maintaining your humanity? Do you feel it's important to maintain?
Has there been a change in your humanity, for the better or worse? What prompted that?
Discuss some of the advantages and disadvantages of humanity.

Just in case anyone has any doubt that we're here for business and not pleasure, the jukebox has been locked down as well.]

ooc:as with other posts, don't feel limited by these questions. Feel free to add your own and assume these are just some of the questions in the fishbowl. Mingle, make new threads, interrupt threads and enjoy! Note that your character does not have to be non-human to be here! Humans struggle with their humanity sometimes too!

 [The call to those placed in abandonment therapy simply says to head to the Sector 5 prayer facility, and that's all-- not even that this has to do with those insecure feelings of yours. Posted arrows point the way down to the meditation room that has been filled up with several tables, two completely lined with coffees, teas, and bite sized refreshments ranging from cookies and pastries to sliced fruit and veggies. Plates and napkins are stacked up, and if you want a fork, they're there too.

The third table is larger and round, for that feeling of closeness, with chairs set up and for each seat a set of papers is waiting neatly on the table surface along with a pen. Topmost is a questionnaire with instructions to put detailed responses, be honest, and discuss with another attendee, with questions such as:

• Do you get anxious if you cannot see or speak to someone close to you at any given moment?
• Are you constantly haunted by the idea that someone may eventually leave you?
• Do you put up with negative or even abusive behavior from someone just to keep from being alone?
• Did someone important to you exit your life when you were young? How did you feel?
• What exactly are you afraid of, beyond the indistinct label of "being abandoned"?

The second is a page with the heading "Make a list of all the people in your life, and determine how devastated you would be if those people left and why. Try to cut the unhealthy relationships, and distance a bit from even the good to build your independence!" and a few extra blank sheets of paper in case the one isn't enough.

Small cards are also scattered in the center of the table, printed with positive tips to help the process of healing.

[When the feed clicks on it shows Bonnie sitting down at a table, a steaming cup of coffee in front of her. There's also a few pastries on a plate next to it.]

Today marks my first month here. I don't think it's something you particularly celebrate but if I had to celebrate anything, it would be the friends I have in this place. Both the ones from home and the people I've befriended in prison. I think that deserves some acknowledgment so if anyone wants to talk about the good things, come down to the bean crushers coffee place. I'll be there for the afternoon.

That's about it.

Thanks.

[It's really only through luck that everything is steady and not like being moved up and down or side to side with his fiddling of the earpiece, but after the incident that was Helen and her weird future communications device he's learned not to mess too much with things. Well, sorta kinda ish, at least he hasn't messed with the thing on his leg.

But the video turns on to one bearded English gentleman standing in front of a weeping willow and he's standing rather steady-ish as he talks because he's not sure how these things work and if jostling it will do something weird to it.]

Last I checked removing a gentleman's clothes and hat was exceptionally rude and not really the best way to insure he is willing to stay in your attempt at a prison. [If he doesn't sound all that pleased, well he's not. At least for a brief moment before he sighs and brushes his hair down.]

But I suppose not everyone has Scotland Yard's sensibilities when it comes to the well fare of it's prisoners nor it's taste in what to give them to wear. Even Lestrade is kinder and I have yet to meet someone as rude as he can be in his line of work. [He pauses to do what amounts to a huff before fixing his hair again because he lacks a proper jacket to mess with and really how rude can you people get giving him a bright orange jumpsuit without a jacket.]

But be that as it may, I suppose I should ask if there is anyone here by the name of Helen, with a similar accent to my own. Blond or brunette, I know two women that share the name and accent and I wouldn't mind speaking to either nor to anyone that knows of them. Or someone who happens to know a different woman from my Helen's [It really sounds weird to say that.] we can discuss similar traits in such ladies if you prefer.

[Okay so that's not the best way to go about introducing himself to people but he doesn't really care especially as he totally forgot to actually introduce himself whoops. This is all said by the way, from Sector 3 where he's been wandering about before settling in near the weeping willow if anyone feels up to poking him there.]

[The voice that speaks is uncertain, and a little confused. She's new to this place and still startled by the fact she's no longer a ghost.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

Am I alone here?

[She doesn't think she is, but she's been alone so long and so many times that the idea that's she alone again genuinely frightens her. She'd walked away from Jeremy for his own good, but now she didn't really understand what was happening.]

I'm Anna.

Can anyone hear me?