MarinaNova Asylum

When I said I wanted to get out of Mystic Falls for a while, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Ruins of some ancient prison in Italy or China, maybe, but not underwater and in some alien dimension, or however the hell that's supposed to work. [ if he's getting the gist of this right. he's going by video game logic here. ]

And what happened to a trial by a jury of your peers? Is that not a thing on Planet X? Too human a concept for you? Is throwing eighteen-year-olds in prison for skipping a couple of classes back in high school [ and eradicating an entire vampire bloodline via staking finn mikaelson, but shhhh ] just something you do for fun around here?

[ just when things had calmed down and the world was returning to normal (or as normal as the world was capable of getting after everything that happened back home), this happens. it's just his luck, too. nothing ever stayed good for matt donovan. his life sucked, and it looks like graduating from high school meant it was only going to get suckier from here on out. ]

So much for the world tour.

[There are so many things Euphie would like to do today. She would like to inspire and reassure people not to lose heart in this trying situation. She would love to motivate people to work together, using their strengths to the best of their abilities. They could make their meals together! They could entertain each other. They could do so many things.

But, right now, there is one thing she wants more than any of that.]

Good morning, everyone!

I hope you all slept well. We have a lot to accomplish today, so we need to get started! Please look around and see if there is anything you can use as a weapon and then please use it to kill any Japanese people you find! And if you are Japanese it would be very helpful if you could just kill yourself!

Once they are all dead, dead, dead maybe we could play a word game!


(OOC: So, that geass (see also: compulsion) of Euphie's? It was "fixed" in game. Right now? It's unfixed and with powers off it'll be staying that way for the next two days which means she's going to be trying to kill all the Japanese inmates. I am totally open to having her hurt people and having her get hurt or locked up or encouraged or anything ever. Just no killing my girl. Aaaand go!)

Just thought I'd come on and let those who were friends of hers know that Jessica Hamby's gone.

[ home? she hopes. she hopes jason's gone home, too, but all this talk of getting lost in the dimensional stabilizer makes her both wonder if they're gone from their world forever and quickly deny any possibility of that happening. ]

I'm real sorry, but maybe this is for the best?

[ Caroline may or may not be wearing a necklace from Bulleye's collection. And yeah, she bought the dress too. But you can't see that for now, she's sitting on her bed, legs crossed.]

With the upcoming baseball game and the basketball team forming, I wanted to remind everyone that we do have a cheer squad here. So if anyone is interested in being a cheerleader, we have openings. We have uniforms-- [ she holds up her uniform] and we practice every other day.

No experience needed but it's always a plus. Creepers need not apply.

[ 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. ]

[Stefan is spending time at the park during the day today, writing in a journal he acquired. It's been quite awhile since he last wrote down his thoughts, and there's something almost therapeutic about pressing the pen to the page and collecting his memories.

They're important, after all. They always have been.

He can also be found at his usual spot at the Blood Shack as afternoon turns into evening, said journal tucked into his inside jacket pocket, and a glass of blood in front of him.]

(ooc: Stefan is affected by the feelings event. He's more likely to act on his emotional impulses, instead of constantly trying to hide most of them, especially in regards to his feelings surrounding people he knows.)

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! ]

KARAOKE NIGHT AT THE SHACK
[ The drinks are flowing at the Blook Shack (BLOOD FREE, OKAY?), the bass is pumping with cheesy karaoke songs. Come on in, mingle, drink, and sing a song, any song. And ladiessss it's your perfect chance to ask your dates to the Sadie Hawkins dance! Start a thread and comment here with what song your character is singing for the competition to get a prize!]

We need a Sadie Hawkins. [ seemingly unprompted, but it's been on her mind for a while now. something wholesome and fun that everyone can participate in without pesky age requirements or being weary of stepping foot in a bar or a vampire-owned establishment. ] It's a dance - not as formal as prom, but there's usually a theme of some kind involved. For example, my sorority at Yale was planning on holding a Phantom themed Sadie Hawkins towards the end of the fall semester. Our theme will definitely not be anything involving Andrew Lloyd Webber. Rebekah and I will be working out those details - theme, where, when...

[ because her original vampire bestie is the obvious choice for partner in dance planning crime. ]

Another thing: the girls usually do the asking for a Sadie Hawkins. None of this misogynistic nonsense of waiting for a guy who's never going to notice you to ask you to go to the dance with him. You get to make him sweat and worry that no-one's going to ask him and he'll be forced to go stag. But, since I know not everyone is of the heterosexual persuasion here, I say interpret the tradition as it applies to you. If you're a boy who likes boys, ask a boy. You don't have to go with a girl if that's not who you are. This should be something fun for us, not anything that makes people feel uncomfortable.

[Caroline is decidedly less perky than her last post. In fact, she looks pretty annoyed. With her jaw set, she fumbles with the device a bit, her arm still sore. Still, she smiles, a little, trying to be a bit welcoming.]  Hi, I'm Caroline Forbes and I'm here to help you. [ Eye roll ] As part of my punishment, I'm supposed to help people with their chores. So let me know if you need any help with anything.

[Caroline hangs up. Or at least, she thinks she does, tossing the device across the room and you can hear her saying--] Seriously? What kind of places punishes you for being attacked?

[ 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?

[He's put this off long enough, and he's concerned that if he doesn't do it soon, then the powers that be (aka, the dick AI's that run the place) will just give him more punishments for insubordination or something.]

Sorry for the interrupting what I'm sure is something very important, but I have an announcement to make.

[Ugh, he doesn't want to do this. But it's just an apology, and he might as well get it over with. There are worse punishments he could have gotten.]

On the evening of Day 204, I assisted in setting fire to one of the prison apartments, resulting in some severe property damage. I would like to apologize for my indiscretion, and for any inconvenience I may have caused the clean-up crews and the previous inhabitants of said apartment.

[That means you, Rebekah and Klaus.]

[Private to: Elena Gilbert, Caroline Forbes, Bonnie Bennett]

I heard about Jenna. [A long pause. Also, surprise! He's not drunk for once.] If you guys need any help, let me know, okay?

[ The feed comes on and we're greeted with the sight of a bed-headed Ferris Bueller, his t-shirt and pajama pants obscured by a tremendously fluffy bathrobe, sitting on the edge of the bed in his room. ]

Hi, good morning. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Ferris Bueller, and I'm about to monopolize this particular feed on your headgear for the day. Sorry about that, but I haven't been given much of a choice in the matter.

[ As he speaks, he stands up and starts walking - out of the bedroom and down the hallway of his apartment. ]

I know what you're thinking, here I am, chatting you up, letting you know I'm going to keep this going all day, and denying any responsibility whatsoever. It sounds sketchy, like I just like hearing myself talk. Well, I do like hearing myself talk, I'm not going to lie about that. I think you should like hearing yourself talk, because if there's one voice you're going to hear a lot of in your life, it's your own. Seems like you might as well get comfortable with it.

But back to the topic at hand, no, I'm not just doing this to hear myself talk all day long. Even a good thing wears thin after a while, and frankly, I'm not sure how much mileage my vocal cords are going to give me before I go all croaky on you.

[ And he clears his throat, making a tiny croaking noise. ]

I'll apologize for that in advance, too, just in case. Anyway, it so turns out that here, if the wardens don't know who committed a crime and they think it's physically possible that you could have committed said crime, even if you didn't, you're guilty until proven innocent. Under most circumstances, I'd act like that's some kind of appalling shock, that I simply cannot bring myself to believe the gross injustice of assuming the worst of everyone - but it's not like I could very well claim to be surprised by that kind of attitude, given the circumstances under which they brought us all here to begin with. Not exactly a massive stretch of the imagination.

Which brings us to the next phase of the wardens thinking you did something: punishment. It so turns out that my particular punishment is... well, this. Broadcasting my day - all day. The wardens say they want me to show that I have nothing to hide, and to be totally honest with you, I don't particularly mind. I've always been what most might call an open, sharing individual. So here you go - wardens, my fellow abductees, and eavesdropping deep-sea life - FerrisVision, your all-day, all-access connection to Ferris Bueller, who has nothing to hide.

[ He pauses here, at the bathroom door, and arches a brow, one sly little smirk. ]

Well. Almost nothing to hide. You stay out here, kids.

[ And he removes the headpiece, perching it so it has a near-perfect view of a hula dancer sitting in front of his stereo. He turns said stereo on, playing London Calling. ]

I'll leave you with some company.

[ And he flicks the hula girl before he walks off to the bathroom, making her dance for anyone watching. At least until she loses momentum, anyway. ]


[ ooc: So Ferris is broadcasting, open and unfiltered, all day long. Which means that if you interact with him, it will be on the network. Which means no privacy at all. He'll also be out and about in the dome later, so FEEL FREE to run into him. Of course, if you hit him up in action, your character will appear on his video feed. Threadjacking anything is obviously fair game, given the nature of the post and his "punishment". It remains to be seen, but I might do one or more additional post(s) with him later on in the dayweek. ]

[Eric is behind the bar, cleaning things up a bit earlier than usual at the Blood Shack. He flips on the video for the network and gives a smile that's a bit more strained around the edges than usual. Most people wouldn't notice it, but those that know him well might. His voice is that congenial, well-practiced politicians sort of voice that he uses when doing PR for Nan's group or when attempting to be diplomatic.

Sookie is still upset at Eric; his invitation to the apartment they shared is still revoked and Eric doesn't know how to deal with that. When Sookie got angry at him at home, he had other things to keep him busy. There were witches and politics and an actual business to run that had to be kept successful. There were werewolves, clients, customers, baby vampires and near disasters. Here, Eric has a bar that will literally run itself and no real motivation to make sure it succeeds. The only near disaster he's got to prevent is the personal one he's currently going through with Sookie. It's a lot for a Viking Vampire to process.]

I'll be taking a short sabbatical from the Blood Shack. Your friendly waitresses and bartenders will still be here to serve you as will, I'm certain, the bots if necessary. Call it a vacation, if you will.

[Private to Caroline]

Might I speak with you? I realize it's late, but if you could come to the Blood Shack, I'll be in my office.

[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.]

[She’s breathing hard, strands of her strawberry blonde hair damp and in her face as she the feed starts. Jenna Sommers has most certainly had better days. It's actually somewhat appropriate that it's raining, just to make things that much better.]

This is…-someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on. First there’s vampires, and then there’s possessions, and witches, and…

[She cuts herself off, one hand coming up to her head as if she’s in pain. Her eyes blink rapidly, the light around her to bright to handle. Maybe she has a migraine coming on.]

My…niece called me. Elena. She was terrified. I have to find her.

[But then someone had grabbed her as she’d left the house. She remembered the taste of blood in her mouth. She turns her gaze toward the device, resolved and terrified and angry.]

Why is this happening!? Why can’t you just leave us alone!?

( closed action for damon salvatore )

open action!
[ you can catch elena upset and angry and walking back to her apartment in sector four this afternoon, or perhaps in the library, where she's picking out books and glaring at them. later on, you'll find her at the bakery curled up with a cup of coffee and writing very intently in her journal. she's in kind of a put-out and sometimes snarky kind of mood. she hasn't entirely figured out the purpose of this holiday yet, and frankly she'd like to avoid it as best as possible.

so obviously you should make sure that doesn't happen. ]

[ caroline's got quite a little day planned. in the morning it's working out and practicing a few cheers in the park. in the afternoon, she can be found shopping for clothes at bull's eye, then she's off to the hot springs. and in the evening she'll be working at/hanging out in the blood bar. NOT DRINKING BLOOD BECAUSE SHE'S NOT A VAMPIRE, RIGHT? NOPE. NOOOOOPE. just bourbon, if she's drinking at all.

so any and every one should tag this girl for kiss-bot-action, no prior CR needed, just specify where and when and if the mega bot is at work!]

Good morning, inmates.

Today is day [ 205 ] of the first generation and also a day where we observe a [ traditional Marina holiday ]. Please enjoy the festivities. Your [ spiritual needs ] are important to us.

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

Aidan Reilly: Injury
Dirk Strider: Injury and assault.
Euphemia li Britannia: Injury and assault.
Ferris Bueller: Assault.
Helix Wamtani: Assault.
Jake English: Assault.
Damon Salvatore: Property damage.
Stefan Salvatore: Property damage.

There are currently [ no ] pending requests.

Have a nice day.

[ And like the last few times, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]


((OOC: And this starts the MISTLETOE BOT EVENT! More information can be found HERE. A mingle will come up in a couple of days but you're encouraged to make your own posts!

Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! ))