MarinaNova Asylum

[ Hey, it's your perky, friendly neighborhood vampire party planner. And she looks excited despite it being late at night. She's got a lot to be happy about. Jenna and Bonnie are here. She doesn't know about the new addition to the Original family, and she's able to pretend like kissing bots never happened. ] We're having a karaoke competition at the Shack, sponsored by Eric Northman--[She threw that in there cheekily] day after tomorrow. Karaoke, for those of you who don't know, is singing songs that are famous or whatever along with the music.

So come for the drinks and stay for the singing. Compete or just stick around to vote for your favorites. We'll be giving away prizes for the top singers. Questions? Comments? Song requests? Ask away!


[Private to Damon Salvatore]

We need to talk. In person. Where are you?

[Suddenly there is a voice breaking the silence—or not silence as the case may be—above you, and if you're wearing your communicator, you'll hear it in your ear too. It happens at the beginning of every day here and yet it's so strange it could be something out of a movie... dun dun dun!]

The sun, or what passes for it, is shining. The birds would be singing if we had birds in this sector. Such a lovely day. I think I'll name it 208.

We do have a punishment on our list today, but for Raven Darkholme's sake I will be very gentle about it.

Dirk Strider: Sex

See? Not a bit of mocking. As always, specifics will be sent to the communicator.

We also have one request today, that I've generously chosen to oblige. So have a tune on one of your generally tuneless days.

(OOC: MOVIE MIRAGE EVENT DETAILS! Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Mail submissions can be left HERE.)

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

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

[Do not attempt to adjust your television Network monitor. For it is Puck who controls the vertical and the horizon. The loud and the soft. Even the contrast...which is why, whether by chance you happen to catch her over [video] or--surprisingly, even in person ("[Action]")--Zatanna will be appearing in the following outfit, only black and white with a particular theme music seemingly following her around everywhere she goes. Along with a melodramatic 4th wall narrative monologue that isn't supposed to make much sense.]

[That's right; we're going full-on film noir here, baby.]

[She sits at a desk. Well, more like lounging at a desk, with her feet propped up and her (way cool) fedora tilted down over her eyes. Waiting. The simmer heat is relieved only by the crack of a window behind her, and the slow rotating blades of an old ceiling fan.]

Oh, sure, it looked like I was takin' a snooze. But crime never sleeps, and I was already doin' some hard time as it was. Shut up, that totally makes sense. No, I was waitin'. Waitin' for a day that would never come. Or so I thought.

The Maltese Puppy, they called 'em. I called him Robin Jr. Long story. No, I'm not explaining it. Point was, he was missin'. And there was only one person who could help me get him back. Answer questions that needed answerin'. Such as...

[Here, Zatanna lifts up the rim of her hat with one hand, eyebrow raised and looking far more amused at things than she probably should be.]

Do I get to keep the hat when this is all over with?