MarinaNova Asylum

[The feed opens up to Rebekah sitting, looking somewhat bored.]

So much for my stay here being brief, it would seem. I find myself here again which I suppose must mean it's for the long haul instead of just a short vacation.

Though who would ever call a prison a vacation is beyond me.

In either case, I won't bore you with demands over finding out who put me here or how to get out, I remember those conversations from last time. But I will ask this:

What does someone do for fun around here? Surely, there has to be something.
[ and the feed closes]

[Buffy has long gotten used to little sleep at night to the point that she can't go to sleep at a decent hour. Being locked up without anything to fight (outside of Angel) has made her even more restless, which is why she can be found out prowling around the dome, illegal stakes that she's made from broken chairs tucked in the waistband of her pants at the small of her back. She's got her hair down, all wavy and curly because when Buffy is stressed out and feeling vulnerable, she makes her hair look pretty. She's also wearing black leggings, a long, baggy ivory sweater and high heeled, knee-high boots.

She's not dealing very well with things right now. She looks drawn, brittle and lost in her own thoughts. In lieu of having anything to slay, she's chosen to pull herself inward and internalize everything. This isn't how she thought things would go. She thought this was the chance that she and Angel were never going to get back in the 'real world'. It's looking more and more like this is just another chance for the powers that be to screw them over. Regardless of her state of mind, she'll go about her duties. She'll smile and make small talk, play the dumb blonde and keep on going because that's all she knows how to do. The perceptive, the ones that know her well, probably won't be fooled, but everyone else probably will. She had a lot of practice being a cardboard girl the year she came back from Heaven.

She checks in at the Defense Force makeshift headquarters first then starts to systematically patrol the dome section by section. She will never admit it, but she's on the lookout for Angel as well. She's pondered over the talk she had with Faith and the brunette slayer said some things that Buffy thought had merit. She's going to try at least one more time.

Feel free to catch her at any point in her trip through the dome and back to her apartment.]

[Eric is behind the bar of the Blood Shack when the video comes up. He gives an easy grin, takes a sip of his blood and appears to be entirely at ease. No one would know that a week ago he was suffering from extreme fatigue, weakness and the bleeds because of the damage he did to the bots. He's slowly learned that this place can really screw him over if it wants to. He's wearing a dark red, silky button down and a pair of black pants. He looks like a business man and that's precisely the image he wants to evoke. There's also a red warning band around his wrist that can clearly be seen. Sure, he could tuck it beneath the sleeve of his shirt, but why would he want to do that.]

It seems I've found myself in an altercation with a couple of the bots two days ago. As a result, I'm offering my services to the prisoners at large. If you've chores that need to be done, anything from cleaning to running errands, I'm available. This offer goes out to the first three to take it.

Now, onto more pleasant matters. I've recently been granted ownership of the blood shack. It is still bot monitored for the moment, but I invite you to come out, enjoy yourself and make Marina Nova's vampire owned blood bar a success. For those of you that don't drink blood, I've got the appropriate drinks in stock. Mix, mingle and enjoy yourselves.

I know I will.

[and he's signing off]

[ooc: Just what the post advertises. Eric got in trouble and his punishment is to do chores for at least three people. He is fast and he can fly so make use of his abilities. For your enjoyment this is what you can expect from him in doing your chores.]