MarinaNova Asylum

[ 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. ]

[VIDEO]

[Zatanna looks...nervous. Confused. Troubled. Like she knows there's something she's not quite getting. Or something she's forgotten.]

Umm...what happened to day 191? Did the Wardens just decide to skip it or something?



[ACTION - closed to Robin]

[She hadn't seen him all day. Not so much as a glimpse. Which normally wouldn't have been the end of the world--it's not like they needed to be around each other 24/7--except she really had to talk to him this time. There'd been a lot of incredibly troubling whispers and bits of information she'd received over the course of the day, and if even a fraction of her suspicions were true, then...]

[...]

[...she just needed to talk to him, okay?]

[It was around sunset when the idea to try to apartment building roof came to her. Already clad in her pajamas--drawstring gray pants and a light blue tank top, oversized matching sweatshirt on top of that--she slowly climbed the stairwell until it led her to the top exit. Hesitantly peeking her head out through the partially opened door.]

...Robin?