MarinaNova Asylum

[Have a very angry looking Mal. He figures this is all Alliance tricks. Maybe drugs. He's not sure. But the tech definitely seems Alliance. Except for when he steps out and realizes he's underwater. That's pretty new, but he won't let them know how unsettling the whole thing is.]
Clearly I ain't dead, and I ain't dreamin' because I never seen orange in this color. Thought you took yer criminals an' stuck 'em in mines or other hard labor colonies. Hell, even if you did want me in prison, I seem to remember grey bein' a favorite color? 'Least that's what the good Doctor says.

But I suppose y'all are pleased to get him and his sister back. My only question is where's my coat. I know you had to take the gun away, but I want the coat back. And the pants too preferably. And if you just let me know where they are, and where Serenity is, I'll be on my way with my crew.

Welcome or welcome back to Paranormal Studies.

[Sam starts off with another disclaimer-type comment for the new students as he did at the beginning of his last class about how this isn't a class on hunting.]
( Wendigo )

Questions & Discussion

Okay, I think that's everything I had. Has anyone else ever heard of or encountered a Wendigo or something similar? Or are there any questions?

(OOC: Backdated to late afternoon. Mingle style. Notifs are off so tag Sam during class with questions or catch him before or after. Use your discretion with the links provided. Sam didn't necessarily cover every detail, but feel free to bring more into it. Warnings for talk of cannibalism and torture.)

[Oz has been hiding away since the loss of control over emotions for everyone in the dome. He’d lost control of the wolf and ultimately hurt people. Badly. That doesn’t sit well with Oz. But having locked himself away for awhile was all he could do before he had to accept his punishment. He doesn’t open a video post. It’s just a voice. The fewer people who see him locked away in a cage, the better.]

Hey. It’s Oz. So… chores. I have to help with three of them. Any takers?

[After everything that was stirred up with the emotions pheromones, Buffy has been a little quiet, a little thoughtful. That day gave her a lot to think about. She heads to Merlotte's to work an afternoon shift, which she does with the same sort of quiet, almost distracted attitude. She's not unhappy, not in the least. In fact, she's fairly sure she's on the brink of happy and that scares her. Happiness isn't a concept that Buffy has had a lot of experience with, at least not where relationships were concerned.

Later that evening she can be found checking into the defense force headquarters, patrolling sector five and wandering over toward the graveyard to sit down on a head stone.

It's a thinking place, okay?

Come bother her in any and every location.]

[ sookie holds up a pair of literal fish flip-flops, makes a face. ]

Feels like I've stepped into one of those tacky SeaWorld gift shops.

[ nevermind that she's never even been to seaworld and has only "visited" it in other people's minds, despite there being one relatively close to bon temps in the next state over. why she thought she'd find anything decent in the marina-themed clothing section, she'll never know, but at least it out got her out of the apartment for something other than her shift at merlotte's. ]

[The Sizzle 'n' Sear in Sector 2 was decorated for a Grand Reopening with strings of small white lights on the trees outside and candles with fresh flowers on every table. The new paint was done, lightening up the interior a bit more from the darker colors it had been originally. Piper hadn't been a fan. Night clubs were dark, restaurants needed to be lighter, in her mind, and the dark wood was enough contrast.

The menu was finally finished to Piper's liking, and she had done the place up extra special for the evening. Having sent out flyers a few days ago, she was a little nervous that things wouldn't work out perfectly, but she was maintaining her outward calm.]

{OOC: Mingle style post! I've made a thread if anyone wants to catch Piper specifically, but feel free to tag around and enjoy each other's company!}

[ elena pulls in a breath the moment she's on the feed, sudden and bracing. she knows why she's doing this: because it matters. nothing matters more. she didn't make an announcement when john left for different reasons, but jenna and ric... ] I thought I should say something. Jenna Sommers and Alaric Saltzman are gone. They've been gone. [ for a few days. (in more ways than just lost in the stabilizer. they're dead. been dead, at home.)

her lips purse in something resembling a smile of dull reassurance, and it's unclear if it's more for herself or the recording. she seems fine: collected, together, strong, but weighted by sadness.

elena ends the video there. ]

[Sam looks out over his fellow inmates, now students, wondering—again—if this was a good idea. He wanted to increase his stream of rehabilitation points "income" and this seemed like a plan. Good or not, here he comes. He clears his throat and gives them a smile.]

I should probably start by explaining what this class is about. It's Paranormal Studies which can include a lot of different things, and I'm going to be using my own world and experiences as a base. I know things can work differently in different [Micropause] versions of the world and on different worlds [For all you aliens in the audience.] so we'll talk about that too.

Some of the topics we'll cover might go into sensitive territory. There are people here who might fit into the subject of paranormal activity. That doesn't mean everything I'm going to say will fit those people. If there is one thing I've learned it's that there is always more to know, and life can always surprise you.

This class isn't about hunting. It's about education, and I think we can all learn. You'll probably have a lot to teach me too. [His eyes may linger on a couple of students before he turns around to write, "Ghosts" on the board.]

( Lecture: Ghosts : Woman in White )

Questions & Discussion
That was already a lot, so who has questions and who wants to talk about their experiences?

(OOC: Mingle style. Notifs are off so tag Sam during class with questions or catch him before or after. Use your discretion with the links provided. Sam didn't necessarily cover every detail, but feel free to bring more into it. He will have additional ghost lectures though, so he wouldn't have gone into detail on poltergeists for example or given multiple case studies.)

[Buffy is working at Merlotte's today and it's just as well. She feels like she's about to jump out of her skin right now. She'd visited the gym and that had only resulted in her nearly destroying a training dummy. At home, it would simply be a matter of having Xander build a new one. Here when she destroyed a training dummy or a punching bag, she paid for it in rehabilitation points. She liked to keep her points because they came in handy, for example when she'd procured the tranq gun for Oz. Faith would tease Buffy about being the 'good' one, but in some ways it was true.

Merlotte's has proven to be crazy and if there were such a thing as a full moon here, she'd blame that. As it is, the crazy is a good distraction. She gets a moment to breathe and chooses to take it at the end of the bar where Sam is working. She puts her tray down on the end, gives her tables (empty) one last glance and perches on a bar stool. ]

So what's a girl got to do to get a soda around here?

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! ]

[Late in the day Klaus can be found around Sector 2, lurking around the library and the computer labs. He doesn't seem entirely out of place with a keyboard in front of him (unless you happen to be someone familiar with him, then the sight might be a bit odd).

But it's the library that he'll be spending the most time today. He pulls out one book at a time, two at a time, and each get returned neatly back to their place. There's no rhyme or reason to what he chooses. Only that none of them appear to be what he's looking for. It's clearly not the first time he's been here, he's seen the selections cycled out a few times now. At the end of his fruitless search there only survivor is - of all things - a book of Russian fairy tales, which he stands in a corner slowly flipping through.]

[ Video to Rose ]

We should meet up.


[ Open Action — Afternoon -> Evening. ]

[ Being cooped up for two days and then stuck in a silent movie the third can make anyone go a bit bonkers, so after.... sorting out his business so to speak, Spike hits the pavement to work out some of that restlessness. He can be found in sector 0, 4 and 5 as well as around the Athletic Complex either taking out his aggressions on a punching bag (they don't fight back so well) or a willing sparring partner.

Please specify where you'd like to bump into him! ]


[ Closed Action // Sam Merlotte ]

[ He's not entirely sure why he's here, aside from the fact that he needs to. They have things to sort out. Maybe the shifter doesn't want him around anymore and that is fine (no, really. It is) but he should at least get some things straightened out. It's a small dome and right now... well, as much as he denies it, he needs help. The wardens finally got him where it hurts. ]

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. ]

∞ buffy summers, cordelia chase, spike, sam winchester, seven, oz ll

We should get together and discuss what we know. I've talked to a few people. I collaborated with several the last time I was here. But, they were separate. It doesn't seem like it got us anywhere. And I want to get somewhere. So, I think we should team up. Officially.

Seven, if you haven't met her is from years into the future. She gave me the idea to hack the system. Does anybody know a hacker.

We'd have to know what to hack into but it's a start. Mystical means and portals didn't fly last time. And there's a chance that I found something without telling anyone.

That's not going to happen again. I think we should focus on getting out of here and worry about getting back to our worlds after.

What do you all say?

∞ buffy summers, cordelia chase ll

Can you two work together?

[ without killing one another? ]

∞ spike ll

Can you be of any help? [ he really only included you in the filter because you're spike and he's used to working with you. except this you pisses him off. ] By the way, I've been benched, vampire-wise. Thanks for that.

∞ robin ll

I got the sense we were friends before. I don't mind being friends again. Do you want to... [ what's the word. ] hang?

∞ open action ll

[ Angel can be found dropping by Merlotte's to speak to Buffy in person, because over audio he regrets what he'd asked. Yes, it was private - but not to Cordelia or Buffy. So, he'll briefly drop by Merlotte's.

After that, he'll take some time to himself at the blood shack. He's had a lot of interaction today. ]

[ welcome to sector 0, late at night. (or early in the morning, depending on how you look at it.) a young man is standing underneath the lights, wearing nothing but his brand new orange jumpsuit and a bruise marking one of his eyes.

he doesn’t look so calm, but he’s keeping it together. mostly he’s wondering if this is the price he's paying for sleeping with his best friend’s girl.

twice. well, there were a lot of positions, but just twice. and technically, she wasn’t his girl the first time. definitely not the second time. this isn’t why he’s here, right?

the point is one moment he was on his couch and jess had left. he’d closed his eyes to appreciate feeling a little less like crap for a whole second and woke up in the middle of a goddamn field outside an athletic complex, some list of his crimes being called off and a welcome to his brand new accommodations. what the fuck.

accommodations which he promptly got up and checked out. yeah. that message wasn’t lying. or he’s starting to realize it wasn’t, and he’s not sure how he feels about that.

so, jason stackhouse figures out this communicator business. (he fumbles a bit at first.) and yeah, that is a thick louisianan drawl you hear. ]

All right, I know I ain't - I don't gotta be a genius to know this ain't Bon Temps and these ain't my clothes. [ some command of the situation might work, right? that'll work. he is kinda terrified and a bit angry, so it’s not entirely convincing wagging a finger at the camera. ] Look, on behalf of the - with the authority of the - [ bon temps police department. he'd finish with that; he totally would, but he rethinks the ‘official police business’ tone. something tells him (probably experience) it ain't gonna mean much. let's try a desperate attempt to appeal for himself. ] Look, I don't belong in a - I ain’t a prison kinda guy. I'm a cop. [ hear him trying to convince himself and the world this means something? ] Maybe before I'm mighta deserved it, but I've - I’ve changed my ways; I've gotten... better’n stuff. Member of uh... [ what's the word...? lightbulb! ] a productive society, is what it is. So. Someone wanna tell me what the hell is going on? Is this some kinda vampire-fairy world prank? ‘Cause mama.

[ he turns away, lifts his arms up to place his hands behind his head. turns back to say - oh yeah, he realizes the headset’s still right in front of his face. he's pointing his finger at the communicator again, and he's a little more convincing this time. ] And if anyone sees or knows or has any idea where my sister is - Sook, Sookie Stackhouse - you better lemme know.

[Buffy is a busy girl today. She spends the morning running various errands: stopping in at the Defense Force headquarters then doing some grocery shopping, coming away with ice cream, brownie mix and an assortment of things that could be mixed into either of those including gummy bears, m&ms, marshmallows, peanut butter chips, potato chips and so on. She's also got sodas and Twizzlers. She stops at the DVD store to grab a few rom coms and girly movies, including a couple of bad ice skating movies then dumps it all off at her apartment in Sector 4. Overall, she's in a really good mood today. Nothing horrible happened the other day with the kissing, besides the Spike thing, but she hit him for that and felt better. There were no new prisoners that complicated her life here.

Once that's done, she heads toward the Salon. Halfway there, she stops and turns the video on.]

Closed Video

Hey, Dawnie, get your butt over to the salon. We're doing mani-pedis and sister time followed by shopping, movies and junk food.

Closed Audio

Sam, I won't be into work tonight. I'm gonna spend some time with Dawn.

[ooc: Feel free to catch up with Buffy at any location, but be warned if it's one of the places that she's meeting Dawn, Dawn might be threadjacking.]

[It’s Criminology Class time! And standing at the front of the class is not Doctor Spencer Reid. Nope. It’s Derek Morgan. He’s even sort of dressed up for the occasion in what he’d usually wear to the office back home, nice dress pants and a dress shirt. He looks completely confident up there, used to speaking in front of groups of people even if he usually has the support of other members of the BAU with him. This time he’s alone. And he’s okay with that. Reid asked him to do this next class and Derek was happy to oblige.]

Alright, let’s get this thing going. [It’s said loud enough to be heard among the chatter of the attendees. Once it’s quiet, he offers up one of his most charming smiles at the room.] As you can probably tell, I’m not Doctor Reid. But for those of you who don’t know, he and I work together back home where I’m Supervisory Special Agent Morgan. Here in the prison I’m just Derek Morgan. You can call me Derek or Morgan. Just none of that Mister stuff or you’ll make me feel old. Here in the prison I run the Investigative Team on the Defense Force and patrol Sector One. Anyway, Reid’s asked me to teach this class on one of my areas of special interest, obsessions… or more accurately, crimes of obsession. So let’s get started.


( In today’s lecture… )



ooc: The Criminology Class is held in an open lecture format, meaning that there's no ic signup process involved! Feel free to mingle at your leisure — email notifs are off but Derek has a thread HERE if you wish to hit him up. For more information about the setup and purpose of the class, go HERE.

[Hello, Marina Nova. Have a pretty, albeit slightly exasperated. looking young woman addressing you.]

Right. So, prison. Great. [She's totally not thrilled.] With creepy robots. I feel like I stepped into the Twilight Zone.

[If Bonnie had enough power she would blast a hole in the wall and make her escape. Except that would be pointless because of the water surrounding it.]

Not exactly keen on being underwater either. [Bonnie wrinkles her nose.] Or wearing an orange jumpsuit.

If anyone can tell me how I can leave, that would be helpful. Staying here for the rest of my life kinda puts a stopper on things I need to do back home. Like finishing high school.

Thanks.

[After some fumbling with the buttons, she ends the feed.]

[It’s very late at night in the prison, if anyone is still awake or out and about. Were anyone to pass through Sector 0 they might find an older gentleman in his Starfleet uniform sitting on a bench in the recreation area. He’s quiet and still, somewhat unassuming. He might even be mistaken for peaceful from far away. But were anyone to come closer, they’d find that he has somewhat of a perplexed look on his face, troubled or thoughtful perhaps. And his gaze is turned up to the top of the dome. Obviously he’s not as peaceful as it might initially seem.]