MarinaNova Asylum

[Bro’s been a very busy man as of late! Though it’s true he spends a good amount of his valuable time harassing babyself and co., he has other important things to do. Plans to set in motion. “What kind of plans?” you might ask.

Let me tell you right now that you probably don’t want to know.

But regardless, you’re going to find out.]

Yo.

Aight, I got a pretty damn successful business back home and I’ve been thinkin’ of opening a storefront here. I like havin’ shit to do. Keeps me honest and all. But given the…nature…of the store in mind, I figured I should test the waters and I got a few questions.

If you ain’t too busy, mind if I hit you up?

…I’d say only 18 and up need respond but since it don’t seem like you gotta be legal to drink here, I’m guessin’ the age restrictions on the distribution of pornographic materials also ain’t countin’. So go ahead, I guess.

What a fuckin’ lawless den of iniquity.

[ooc: So if that wasn’t clear, Bro is hoping to set up an adult novelty store (pretty much a retail outlet for his smuppets and other sex toys) in Marina!! That’s what the questions he ask will be about and, provided your character looks/sounds over 16 (Bro actually does have some limitations to his grossness), they will be potentially embarrassing and deeply personal things like: are you in a relationship, are you sexually active, do you look at porn (on the internet, in print, etc), have you ever used a toy before on yourself/on someone else, is there anything that would enhance your sex life here, things like that.]

[Caroline comes on camera, she's at the Blood Shack. Seriously, what's the point of really hiding it anymore? She's a vampire, if people figure it out, they figure it out. But for now, nothing she does really screams I'M A VAMPIRE. Her thoughts have turned darker as of late but somehow she manages to ask this in her usual perky tone--]

So my fellow prisoners, question. If you had only a few days left to live or something what would do with that time? What's your, like, 'My last day on Earth or in Marnia' bucket list?

[ It's a wonderful, stormy day here in Squall Asylum and vacation time is officially over! Your gracious overlords have worked out a light itinerary for you today and they expect you to keep it.

Get in line to pick up your food rations for the day. Eat breakfast if you have time for it, or perhaps you'd rather skip this one time and save yourself the discomfort during the two hours of exercise that follow. Jogging, jumping jacks or perhaps impromptu team sports, whatever you end up doing you bet you'll come out exercised in the end!

Should you not want to participate... well. We have ways to make you join in. Anyone reluctant to get their heart rate up will get a helpful electric prod by one of the bots until they comply. Tough cookies.

Luckily you'll get a chance to wash off that sweat (hope you're not shy, the wash room can get crowded) before it's time for the silent game for an hour, followed by lunch. The day is not over yet though! There's still time for a couple of hours of hard labor tending to the crops, doing laundry or perhaps breaking bricks in the yard. To make sure none of the inmates are broken this is also the time for mandatory physical checkups — bots will guide you to the hospital. No ifs or buts. The violation of personal privacy is for your own good, we promise.

Isn't it nice, being in prison? ]

((ooc: This mingle takes place during all of day 222. A bullet-point for of the itinerary can be found here, where we also encourage you to direct any questions. Event info is here if you need it. ))

[Wake up and smell the lack of coffee. You're on a bunk bed. Maybe you're a top and maybe you're a bottom. There are five other people in your room. Maybe they're friends or enemies or faces you barely recognize if at all. It doesn't matter much. You can leave this room and you don't need to come back to it.

You should get your rations though. You're probably hungry. You're definitely a little sluggish of body. What happened to that bruise you got sparing yesterday? What happened to your newly dyed hair? Mystery, mystery... Move along. Find the public bathrooms and do your business with a hundred of your closest friends.

Find the kiosk and get your rations. Careful not to let anyone steal them. You won't get more until tomorrow and the bots won't care. They aren't here to hold your hand. If you get sick or hurt and they deem it necessary they will take you to the hospital whether you wish it or not. But why dwell on such things? You're here now and you might as well enjoy it. You even get a free day today.]

(OOC: OOC info. This mingle takes place in the Main shelter over the morning hours.

[ Danger! Danger, Will Robinson! The dome is under attack and whether you like it or not, all inmates need to gather at the designated safe zones! Just follow the flashing lights and try not to go deaf from the blaring sirens.

And then? Then we wait and pray that the dome glass doesn't break. ]

(OOC: Links! Sector 1: Main Athletic Complex | Sector 2: The Education Center | Sector 3: Pa-Ching Arcade | Sector 4: The Movie Theater | Sector 5: The Museum

OOC Information | Veridical's announcement

[The feed opens up to Rebekah inside of her apartment. It looks cleaner than last time, probably because she had Oz over to help her the day before. In any case when she speaks she tries to keep her voice even -- nonchalant even.]

Is it time for new arrivals already? Seems to have come quicker than usual. [Maybe because she had been hoping to see a familiar face or two -- hoping that maybe one of her brothers would resurface or Quinn that she wouldn't be alone.

But that didn't happen. She isn't that lucky.

Which leads her to her next statement.]

Now that my place is clean again it's easier to see how empty it is with only me in it. Perhaps I should look for someplace smaller. [Which is her way of subtly saying Niklaus and Kol are gone now.

She doesn't linger on the message after that, turning the feed off.]

[Caliborn got really pumped about his punishment, in that it meant that he could finally get some artistic recognition.]

[What he didn't get so pumped about was the fact that his name was to be displayed alongside them. So instead of bragging to the whole network about his awesome new art pieces, he just quietly submits his work and goes to find something better to do.]

[Which means going to the arcade to dick around with the shooters and fighting games for a while, and then looting the media store. Or he likes to think of it as looting, since he doesn't have to pay for anything, but there wasn't anything explicitly wrong about his conduct. ...Other than the part where he started giggling maliciously and ran out of the store, anyway.]

[Caliborn decides to round out his night by hooking up a brand new stereo. He'd pawed through the musical selections and picked out the things that looked the most offensive. So now he's pointing the speakers at the wall, cranking up the volume, and hitting "play" on his shiny new monster metal album.]

[At around 1:00am.]

[To those who are vaguely adjacent to his Sector 2 apartment: I am so sorry.]

[ Caroline may or may not be wearing a necklace from Bulleye's collection. And yeah, she bought the dress too. But you can't see that for now, she's sitting on her bed, legs crossed.]

With the upcoming baseball game and the basketball team forming, I wanted to remind everyone that we do have a cheer squad here. So if anyone is interested in being a cheerleader, we have openings. We have uniforms-- [ she holds up her uniform] and we practice every other day.

No experience needed but it's always a plus. Creepers need not apply.

[Sawyer's holding up the tacky dolphin shirt from Bullseye in front of his chest, like he's seriously considering it.] Whaddya think? Comes in my size. I think it brings out my eyes.

[ today, piter de vries seems positively chipper. why? because today marks the first lecture of toxicology— the first step in his plan to play around with what "rehabilitation points" will get him. but also, he's just quite fond of lecturing. piter loves to (hear himself) talk. ]

Very good, very good. [ he has settled into room 218 of the educational center as much as a man like piter can settle anywhere, and is watching people file in with fingertips together and pressed to his lips. when the clock strikes two o'clock, he gets up from behind the desk and strides to the front of it, whiteless eyes sweeping over the room. ]

Welcome to Toxicology.
( professor de vries? more like professor de will you please stop talking for five seconds )

(( ooc: starting off toxicology with a bang! and by that, i mean a whole lot of words. the next classes will not be this long, i assure you!

tox is held in an open lecture format, so feel free to mingle! come one, come all! piter has a thread here, and there's more information on the class here. ))

My, my, this is quite the development. Get unlawfully incarcerated, get a free Skype account and a reject Xbox headset. Microsoft ditched this design for a reason, but it's good to know that access to social media isn't limited to the footloose and fancy free. They can cross being biased against the criminally charged off their would be lawsuits -- if any of these charges happened to be valid, that is. You seem to be lacking a proper judicial system. Get one. The Big Brother look isn't good a look on anyone, and I have zero interest in playing along with your little game of transdimensional authoritarian checkers, Stalin and Mussolini. [ that'd be you, conscienti and veridical. ]

As for the pocket placement itself, sans your little list o' crimes... [ a shrug of indifference. ] As a good friend of mine once said, "Go to heaven for the climate, hell for the company."

[ not like he's got anything better to do -- at least, not at the moment. give it time, he'll grow bored and restless, and start rattling the bars on his underwater cage soon enough. neither will stop him from being difficult, though. ]

Anyone know if this thing happens to do Guitar Hero?

a u d i o -- p r i v a t e (filtered to the Mystic Falls Crew minus the Originals)

Just a quick little update, boys and girls.

Ric's gone. Confirmed it with the warden last night. [ And with that bit of bad news, he switches off the communicator. What else is there to say really. He's fine. Everything's peachy. One less person to give a crap about. ]

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a c t i o n -- o p e n

[ Despite losing Alaric to the dimensional stabilizer, life goes on for one vampire. He's doing that thing where he pretends he doesn't feel (hurt, guilt, remorse and everything bad ever) and it's working.

Damon's at the Pet Café socializing with the animals and tending to their cages. It's not something he would have done voluntarily, but as luck would have it, he had been punished with 60 hours of community service. It's either do… or don't do and be saddled with something ickier, and judging by his horrible luck lately ~~ seven straight days of 5AM exercises with the bots for breaking Caroline's arm? Unfair much? So Damon here has spent plenty of hours with the animals the past few days, and he's only got another ten or so hours left of this nonsense to endure before he never ever has to set foot in this place again. That is, until the next time he commits a big boo boo.

For this lovely morning, he's put up a poster on the store window and placed a stand outside inviting inmates to adopt a furry critter as their pet. Here's hoping he'll get some rehabilitation points for his efforts. (Are you paying attention, V?)

When he's not at the Pet Café, and a little later on in the day, he can be found at the convenience store in Sector 1 getting hold of the usual necessities; liquor, milk, bread, herbs and spices, meat, veggies, cereal, ice cream, blood bags, or at Merlotte's in Sector 4, sometime after 9PM, having a drink/a bowl of ice cream/chomping on burger and fries -- take your pick.

Feel free to come bother him, bump into him, etc. He won't bite. (Unless you ask nicely.) ]

[ although the morning's rain prevented them from getting an early start on setting up, quinn and rebekah have managed to pull everything off in time for the dance to start. there's tables to sit at when you don't feel like dancing or enjoying the surf, lots of hawaiian-themed snacks and desserts to eat, grass skirts and leis available for those who wish to wear them, lanterns and torches everywhere, with live music provided by quinn, oz, jack, lacus, and anyone else who wishes to get up and sing!

the only thing this party's lacking is the booze, per quinn's intentions of having this be an alcohol-free party. however, that doesn't mean someone isn't going to spike the punch when she's not looking, so if you were planning on doing so -- have at it!

so, go ahead and dance it up with your dates, mingle with some new cr, hop around, and threadjack to your heart's content. festivities will carry on until sometime after midnight when clean up will commence. enjoy! ]

[A pony! Lovely white and blue. But he's mad.] I've never hurt my wife. Ever. And I am not a criminal. I wouldn't be Prince of the Crystal Empire if I was. I don't belong here.

Everything I have done was to protect Equestria and the Crystal Empire. I want to speak with who's in charge here.

KARAOKE NIGHT AT THE SHACK
[ The drinks are flowing at the Blook Shack (BLOOD FREE, OKAY?), the bass is pumping with cheesy karaoke songs. Come on in, mingle, drink, and sing a song, any song. And ladiessss it's your perfect chance to ask your dates to the Sadie Hawkins dance! Start a thread and comment here with what song your character is singing for the competition to get a prize!]

[Caroline is decidedly less perky than her last post. In fact, she looks pretty annoyed. With her jaw set, she fumbles with the device a bit, her arm still sore. Still, she smiles, a little, trying to be a bit welcoming.]  Hi, I'm Caroline Forbes and I'm here to help you. [ Eye roll ] As part of my punishment, I'm supposed to help people with their chores. So let me know if you need any help with anything.

[Caroline hangs up. Or at least, she thinks she does, tossing the device across the room and you can hear her saying--] Seriously? What kind of places punishes you for being attacked?

( It's like a movie; it's a B movie show )

[And thus we have ourselves an event. Details here.]

My designation is Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01 and I am 25 years of age. I am a Human-Borg Hybrid, a female of the Human species, and my last known coordinates were located in a region of space approximately 65,000 lightyears from Earth. The year was 2375. I have been imprisoned since Day 184.

[ she opts against stating that her name is annika hansen, despite giving it out to a few people. data. caroline. and saying that she's a human-borg hybrid is a simpler, condensed version of what she is and an explanation she tires of providing. ]

I have shared this information about myself in order to provide that which I am about to ask. In order to better understand the correlation between various worlds, dimensions, and timelines present, more data needs to be collected. Please answer the following questions:

What is your name? How old are you? What is your species? What was your location prior to your imprisonment? What was the year? On which day did you arrive?

Thank you for your time and cooperation. It is... most appreciated. [ click. ]

[ The feed comes on and we're greeted with the sight of a bed-headed Ferris Bueller, his t-shirt and pajama pants obscured by a tremendously fluffy bathrobe, sitting on the edge of the bed in his room. ]

Hi, good morning. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Ferris Bueller, and I'm about to monopolize this particular feed on your headgear for the day. Sorry about that, but I haven't been given much of a choice in the matter.

[ As he speaks, he stands up and starts walking - out of the bedroom and down the hallway of his apartment. ]

I know what you're thinking, here I am, chatting you up, letting you know I'm going to keep this going all day, and denying any responsibility whatsoever. It sounds sketchy, like I just like hearing myself talk. Well, I do like hearing myself talk, I'm not going to lie about that. I think you should like hearing yourself talk, because if there's one voice you're going to hear a lot of in your life, it's your own. Seems like you might as well get comfortable with it.

But back to the topic at hand, no, I'm not just doing this to hear myself talk all day long. Even a good thing wears thin after a while, and frankly, I'm not sure how much mileage my vocal cords are going to give me before I go all croaky on you.

[ And he clears his throat, making a tiny croaking noise. ]

I'll apologize for that in advance, too, just in case. Anyway, it so turns out that here, if the wardens don't know who committed a crime and they think it's physically possible that you could have committed said crime, even if you didn't, you're guilty until proven innocent. Under most circumstances, I'd act like that's some kind of appalling shock, that I simply cannot bring myself to believe the gross injustice of assuming the worst of everyone - but it's not like I could very well claim to be surprised by that kind of attitude, given the circumstances under which they brought us all here to begin with. Not exactly a massive stretch of the imagination.

Which brings us to the next phase of the wardens thinking you did something: punishment. It so turns out that my particular punishment is... well, this. Broadcasting my day - all day. The wardens say they want me to show that I have nothing to hide, and to be totally honest with you, I don't particularly mind. I've always been what most might call an open, sharing individual. So here you go - wardens, my fellow abductees, and eavesdropping deep-sea life - FerrisVision, your all-day, all-access connection to Ferris Bueller, who has nothing to hide.

[ He pauses here, at the bathroom door, and arches a brow, one sly little smirk. ]

Well. Almost nothing to hide. You stay out here, kids.

[ And he removes the headpiece, perching it so it has a near-perfect view of a hula dancer sitting in front of his stereo. He turns said stereo on, playing London Calling. ]

I'll leave you with some company.

[ And he flicks the hula girl before he walks off to the bathroom, making her dance for anyone watching. At least until she loses momentum, anyway. ]


[ ooc: So Ferris is broadcasting, open and unfiltered, all day long. Which means that if you interact with him, it will be on the network. Which means no privacy at all. He'll also be out and about in the dome later, so FEEL FREE to run into him. Of course, if you hit him up in action, your character will appear on his video feed. Threadjacking anything is obviously fair game, given the nature of the post and his "punishment". It remains to be seen, but I might do one or more additional post(s) with him later on in the dayweek. ]

[There’s an angry hick on your communicator screen. He looks pissed off but, oddly enough, not surprised or scared about waking up in an underwater prison. There’s plenty of sarcasm in his tone, too. He's in the middle of reaching for the gun normally tucked in the back of his jeans; obviously its not there anymore, and now he's starting to look real mad under the smirk.]

Yeah, real cute. Somebody wanna tell me what the hell’s goin’ on? 'Cause last time I checked it was all polar bear cages and dead bunnies with you people. What, I don’t even get a fish biscuit this time?