MarinaNova Asylum

[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.

[ So, this is it. The day that finally hits home that he needs to get it in gear, Dirk thinks to himself as he takes his morning shower (circa 5AM-5:50AM; they've gotten shorter since he arrived, for some reason he can't really pinpoint). He's sixteen now. It's his fucking birthday and he's spending it in an underwater prison dome. There was supposed to be a big party on one of their planets in the Medium for this, and Jake was supposed to have already had his, and Roxy's was supposed to be tomorrow, but none of those things are the case now because the wardens have gone and stuck their big fat noses in where they aren't wanted -- Jake's won't be until Day 204 and Roxy's until Day 207.

But whatever. It's his birthday, and his first one where he's actually got other people around to celebrate with. He's going to make the most of this shit. ]

[ PRIVATE to Dave Strider ]

Hey. Ain't seen you around for a while. You been sleeping in weird places again? I was sort of expecting to run into you when I went to take my shower this morning, but that didn't happen. Looked in the closet and the washing machine too. I mean, you're a grown-ass man and it's a free prison, so I'm not saying you can't do what you want, just-- I'm legal to drive today, thought maybe we should hang. You know. Bro stuff.

Call me back when you're awake or whatever.


[ OPEN ]

Counting from the date it was when I was so rudely interrupted from doing what I need to in my piece of shit universe, today is my birthday. You should all give me things.

...Crocker, what sort of punishment did you get?

Well.

[ a long-suffering sigh, a tongue's click. ]

If you're really that interested in dealing judgment across worlds, I have some names to recommend.

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 197 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ sunny with clear skies ].

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking the [ facility rules ]. Full details of their punishment will be transmitted to their devices shortly.

Spike: Failure to attend mandatory group therapy session.
Jane Crocker: Failure to attend mandatory group therapy session.

The request for inmate [ Lacus Clyne ] is ready.

New inmates will be arriving in the facility shortly. Please be aware of this disturbance as you go about your day and help them get started on their [ rehabilitation ]. We value your cooperation.

Have a nice day.

[ And in the spirit of rehabilitation and Dean Winchester, the message ends with a jaunty tune. You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Please remember that if your character didn't attend the mandatory group therapy sessions last day week they broke an ic rule and is up for punishment! )

[ the feed starts off shaky, and there are the muffled sounds of someone trying to set it up. when it finally comes into focus there is a very annoyed looking ginger on the screen. ]

Oh are you in for it now. You are in so much trouble.

[ she's not sure the "you" is exactly, but it won't stop her from saying it. she's angry, and more importantly she's confused. maybe even a little scared. why is she in a prison of all places? the last thing she remembers is being at stonehenge.

her expression changes slightly, although only someone who knows her would notice. ]

Doctor? Are you here?

[ she tries to think, tries to remember. there had been romans. roman centurions . and rory. rory had been there. rory her fantastic, and wonderful boyfriend. he had been crying. why had he been crying? she had been crying too and then he had shot her.

he had shot her. was she ...dead? ]

Rory?

[The broadcast begins in voice only. Briefly there's the sound of static, followed by the sounds of fumbling.]

Oi!

[Finally the video feed clicks on, revealing the face of yet another pissed off new prisoner. Well, maybe a not so new face, but still a new arrival. He mutters something to himself in an alien language, taking a moment to look at his lovely new duds and anklet again before looking seriously into the camera.]

Of all the beings here, I probably deserve this the most. But, I want you to think about just one thing. Do you really want to see what happens with a confined Time Lord?

[Look at that! He's already lying. Well, stretching the truth a little bit. Now that he's finished threatening the wardens, he moves on to another topic. His expression softens a bit and he smirks.]

Now as I understand it, doing anything short of looking at someone wrong lands you here. Chances are I already know some of you. Apparently I have that effect on people. [He chuckles] Anyone match that description?

[ filtered to tyki and spike ]

[ what are you up to, piter? oh, nothing. just smirking insufferably and clucking his tongue like a disenfranchised schoolmarm. ]

Spike, how did you manage to escape those imperious sentinels, hm? Yes, how incredibly lucky you were to evade the suffering your fellow inmates had to endure yesterday. [ he was not nearly so lucky, and is absolutely still a little sore about it. ] Such a pity you've been punished for it. [ oh, yes, he saw that. and given the little chuckle that escapes him at that, he does not actually seem to find it that terribly sad. stifling the tail end of that chuckle, his attention seems to shift elsewhere, and he smiles rather fondly. ] But you, Tyki! My dear mister Mikk, what fine and rather drunken companionship you provided. Much obliged.

[ "much" might be a little bit of an overstatement, but it works. he gives a rather dismissive little nod of the head— enough pleasantries! for he assumes that tyki and spike are already sufficiently hyped enough by now for what he is about to say. ]

Seeing as the two of you rank among the least insufferable and most... similarly inclined [ toward ruthless murder, of course ], shall we say? in this forsaken place, I should like to extend a proposal to you.

[ this is his way of saying, "you guys don't suck as much as you could." and no, it's not marriage. ]

Surely you've encountered the beastly wasps that lurk in Sector 6, correct? I require their venom. I am aware that my size... does not always work to my advantage, especially in the case of such things as venom coursing through the blood. Circulation and all that. To that end, perhaps you would find yourselves interested in [ his mouth twists a little as he spits the word: ]... helping me.

[ and this is his way of saying, "wanna be my meatshields?" here, have the most winning smile he can muster to drive the point home.

(in his defense, it actually is pretty winning.) ]

[ Klaus moves through Sector 2 with carefully feigned purpose, his jaw clenched so hard that his teeth might break. The irony of finding himself tossed to the bottom of the ocean? Currently lost on him. The communications device his so-called captors were so generous to leave with him is turned on, he's sorted through the maps and whatever else he can find to regain his bearings. Receiving but not transmitting, no need to draw any more attention to himself yet.

As it stands, he's just slightly worse for wear than when he first arrived a little while ago.

There's a dark red stain on the left sleeve of his jumpsuit, when his fangs wouldn't appear to do the job he'd found a metal fixture sharp enough for it. Just a test, and the result is a jagged puncture wound the size of a quarter on his forearm still oozing long past the point it should have healed on its own. He can't get the stink of his own blood out of the air.

The jumpsuit needs to be ditched, leaving Sector 4 as his destination. After that -

There's that jaw muscle twitching again. He keeps walking. ]

‭[A small red haired boy comes on the feed...‭ ‬just...‭ ‬blinking and staring in complete and utter shock at what the little device had just said to him.‭ ‬He was...‭ ‬in prison? ‬But when?! How?! ‬Was this Vendice prison? ‬Had he lost against Tsuna and didn't know it‭? ‬He didn't understand what was going on...‭ ‬but if he was here then there had to be someone he knew. He still had friends nearby last he knew. They would all be in this together right?

He looked off to the side and fidgeted a little,‭ ‬while he mustered up the courage to speak.‭ ‬It was tough when he didn't know who would hear it.‭ ‬He opened him mouth to speak but-

...‭ ‬Whoever heard would probably ‬tease him for being soft spoken,‭ ‬or get mad because they couldn't hear him. What if his friends weren't here?

He promptly clicked his mouth shut without saying anything and chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment.‭]

‬....sorry.‭

[And he turns it off.‭ ‬If his friends were here, they'd find him. They always did...‭]