MarinaNova Asylum

[Classroom #3 of the Education Building has a sign posted on the door that says "Support Group discussion. Everyone welcome. Talking not required. Snacks inside."

Inside the room the long tables used as group desks have been pushed to the sides of the room, some of them with bowls of chips, cookies, and fruit salad in them with cups and drinks on the next table. The chairs are set up in a very loose circle with large cushions in between and some in the center. Miranda had taken the time to drag them and a large space rug into the room so that if people wanted to sit on the floor they could.

Miranda will be going around greeting people and trying to make everyone feel as welcome as possible. On another of the tables there was sheets of paper with notes written on them. Feel free to take one before taking a seat.

( Introduce yourself if you want to. )]

{OOC: Open mingle to anyone who got a postcard invitation two days ago (that would be everyone who was here at the time) or anyone who wanders by and is interested. Feel free to bring a friend (or two)! Mingle, threadjack, just be aware this is all in a small space, so people are likely to overhear each other.}

[Jenna has finally decided to venture out of the apartment on her own since her arrival and subsequent transition.

To say that things have been tough is an understatement, but it could have been so much worse, she knew. Having Elena and Caroline both here to help her, to guide her, to assure her that things would be okay did worlds for her mental health in the days since. Things weren't easy, but they believed in her, and she had to be strong for them too.

Because she was still the adult here. And she was going to fill that role if it killed her. At least now she was strong enough to fill it, even surrounded by all the creatures she'd used to have nightmares about.

Because now? Now she was one, too.

She'll spend most of her time wandering the dome, and can be found near her apartment in Sector 3, the beach or the Memorial Gardens during early afternoon, or at the Blood Shack in the evening.]

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.

[ 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?

[The feed opens up with a close up of Helix's face and he's looking past the camera to someone else, who's holding the device.]

Okay, back up. [They comply and the view reveals that the teen is sitting at a piano.]

How's this?

[Some of you might recognize the soft, southern drawl as Aidan behind the communicator.

Helix nods and breaths deep before settling down on the bench, fingers hovering over the keys. He should probably address everyone and tell them what he's doing, but he thinks it's pretty obvious. So instead, he just starts playing this beautiful piece.

A certain Noah broke his wrist the other day but it seems to be working perfectly now. And when he's finished he closes his eyes, breathes out once more as if coming out of a meditative trance and turns to retrieve his communicator from Aidan.]

That's it. Punishment fulfilled. Carry on.

[And the feed is shut off.]

∞ 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. ]

[video]
[The feed flickers on to show...sand? Yeah, somebody decided to hurl her weird little headpiece thing in a fit of pique.]

No. NO!

[She continues, voice alternating between rage and despair. Eventually, the feed times out.]


[action]

[If you happen to be on the beach this morning, you may come across a teenager in a bright orange jump suit stubbornly hitting her ankle with a large rock.]

[This was the first morning Kitty woke up next to her boyfriend in their home instead of his or hers. Perfect day to go run errands and kiss lots and lots of people, right?

Don't worry. She doesn't bite. She might scratch though. She does come with claws after all.]


(OOC: Sexy times in thread with Reid. Be warned!)

( scenario a - open ; sector one, beach )

[ Claire is sitting on the beach. She's not doing anything remarkable, though she alternates between laying out and practicing some defensive techniques she learned while Kanda was still here. You may find her lazing about doing nothing in particular. You may find her with her legs in a strong defensive stance in the sand, moving her arms in a fashion not unlike Tai Chi. You may find her splashing her toes in the water, or eating the small picnic lunch she brought with her. She will be in this sector from about eleven in the morning until four in the evening. ]

( scenario b - open ; sector three, trois park )

[ Both before and after her beach visits, from about eight am to elven am, and then from four to eight pm, Claire takes time out of her day to spend in the park. In the morning, you can find her going for an invigorating run. In the evening, she will be relaxing and lollygagging around the koi pond. ]

( scenario c - closed to spike - day 203. )

[ They'd talked about exploring more, and Claire was curious about Sector 6. The only time she'd ever gotten close was when Dean was afflicted with Hyena Wasp venom. She'd never had an opportunity otherwise. Brave, sometimes reckless, she's considered going in alone a few times... But she's thought better of it. She doesn't really care about potentially dying. She never stays that way. But she doesn't really feel like dealing with guff from the Wardens. She doesn't feel like it's fair to ask Dean, who suffered through that ordeal, to go with her, so she turns to the next person she almost trusts.

Spike is her companion of choice for the venture. They agreed to meet at the gate of Sector 6 to make sure they had ample supplies for a day's exploration. Claire brought a backpack full of food and water, for herself, and was more than prepared to let Spike feed off of her if he got hungry. She had some juice, too; not that she needed the help replenishing her blood supply, but it wouldn't hurt. She heads to the gate and waits patiently, backpack strapped to her back, ready to go in. The adrenaline rush she already feels from the danger she's about to face is exhilarating. ]

( ooc; feel free to jump into either open scenario, overlapping threads are fine, or we can just say it was a magically different time of the day. )

[ Angel is supremely unimpressed. He's woken up in the sparsest graveyard he's ever seen.

Which is ironic, isn't it?

Sector 5 is the name of the game. His clothes have been taken. His sword is gone. Someone dressed him. In orange. And the ankle monitor isn't coming off. Also, he has half, maybe even less then the strength he had before because of the 24 hour ankle monitoring so getting off is pretty much a joke. He figures the paper bag is for him.

At first, he does believe this is some clever attempt at tipping the scales. Wolfram and Hart has done their fair share. But, taking him out of the fight completely breaks every rule. It breaks prophecy.

After realizing there's nothing in the bag besides his communicator, he inspects it. He's never worn anything like it. He takes time to read the pillar. He looks back down at the thing in his hand. He still... doesn't know how to use it because he's Angel.

No welcome message for him, yet! He's going to wander around the graveyard and then around Sector 5 for a bit.

He'll spend some time at the non-denominational prayer center, the gardens... ]

( ooc: throughout the day, he'll explore. especially if close CR does find him. and he'll be told how to listen and use the communicator. but for now, he's wandering. specify what sector you'd like to see him in! sector 6 is pretty much the only sector that's off limits. for now... )

[Oz is out in the open amidst all the celebrations. Going directly from a battle to a celebration? That’s a shocker. He’d just had Kelden in his arms. Bayarmaa was badly injured. So many dead wolves. So many dead Slayers. So many dead humans. And now instead of smoke it smells like cotton candy.

Oz’s reaction? He looks left. He looks right. His brow furrows as the memories of this place flood back into his brain space. And then…]

Huh.

[She tips her hat when the feed starts. It's Dean inspired.] Heya.

Happy hat day. And secret word day. Even if it's less kinkier than it sounds in reality.

But before I dare you to guess my secret word, I've got something else to talk about.

[She swivels her chair around, putting her laptop's screen and what page on it is open into view.] I talked about making a wiki about a week ago, and I pretty much have it put together. It's not decked out or anything, but the bones are there for people to pad. If you've got access to the dome's intranet, check it out sometime. Took the liberty of making it [and she shows the address on camera as she says it aloud] novanotes dot wiki.

If you aren't sure what a wiki is, it's an editable encyclopedia basically. This one's about the dome, so info doesn't fall through the cracks and people can read up on stuff that they either have questions about, or are interested in. It might cut down on a lot of the usual chatter when newbies arrive. It's freely editable to anyone with a connection who makes an account, which means I'm putting trust in people to make accounts and smart edits. But I've got the ban hammer for anyone who doesn't, so...

Have at it?


Okay, and now you can guess my secret word. [Camera returns to her, tongue caught between her teeth.] Bet y'can't.

[[ The Wiki can be found here, as it actually exists/ can be edited though accounts must be made IC! Please read up on the OOC page there, and remember playing on the wiki does not count for game-wide activity checks. If you've got questions, hit me up on AIM at gravity blasted or ask ic ones to Rebecca, who'd be happy to answer as well.]

[ after spending a few days under the radar, something very unlike cordelia to do, she feels like slipping back under those warm and familiar covers. cordelia's going to keep this short and sweet. kind of like how this place likes to keep angel's visits. she thinks it's literary - or hell dimension-ary - genius at its finest right here. ]

This tank really has a thing for playing ping pong, doesn't it? [ she doesn't sound impressed in the slightest. from feeling good to feeling absolutely horrible and alone within a day, cordelia's not really appreciating the way this aquarium reels people in only to toss them back out. it's kind of impolite. ]

Is there a reason why this place keeps bringing people in only to take them right out?

[ she mutters: ] God, I need a drink.

[There is (1) one red and blue Spider-Man hanging out across various rooftops this afternoon, though this video lingers around in Sector one as Peter parks it on top of the convenience store. He peels up the bottom of his mask to the nose and helps himself to snack cakes and soda before addressing the feed.]

So, anyone want to admit they're feeling jolly rotten so we can get on with all the singing and dancing around here?

Motivational exercises, [tsk tsk] what would we do without 'em.


[Private to Derek Morgan]

Bonjour.

I've been assigned to share Sector 1 with you for the Force, so I thought I'd say hey.

Name's uh, Spider-Man. Nice to meet you.

If anyone had the chance to meet Kurt Hummel during the few days that he was here, he's gone home. [ he'd probably been sent back when all the ghost nonsense was going on, but quinn hadn't been sure until it was over whether he was missing because of the event or because he was actually gone. ] I'm happy for him. He didn't belong in a prison.

[ with that over, it's time for part ii of this broadcast, which is a big step for quinn. she's been thinking about doing this for a while now, but contemplating it is one thing; actually going through with it is another. ]

I know not everyone went to high school or is from a world as bland and boring as mine must seem in comparison to everyone else's, but when bad things happened, we'd have support groups to help everyone get through the bad and look forward to the better. I don't know how much good that's going to do in a place like this, but I figure, it can't hurt. And... And there have to be other people out there who miss their children as much as I miss my baby.

[ there. she said it. beth isn't a secret back in lima, but getting pregnant and having a baby was something she was ridiculed for during her pregnancy and after her daughter was born. she hates that beth was a notch of shame, when she's something to be proud of. a bright, beautiful baby girl who's going to live a happy life full of everything she deserves, because quinn made the right choice. beth isn't something to hide or be ashamed of, and this is quinn's way of taking back what the halls of mckinley took from her. | BACKDATED TO EARLIER IN THE DAY. ]

[Good morning, MarinaNova. Hopefully you are enjoying your day, because its about to be ruined by one slightly frantic dogface. Not so much frantic as in...well, it looks like very dizzy as he destabilizes himself and teleports at random around the dome, occasionally bumping into people or walls.

He's very obviously looking for a certain someone, but maybe you can catch him before he inevitably blinks away again to give him a piece of your mind.]

[Who ya gonna call? No one. This is a mingle. Now go get your ghostly sightings, possessions, and impersonations on.]

(OOC: Event details | Questions)

[The Blood Shack has been redecorated for the evening. The lighting is red and the decor is very Moulin Rouge. The bar has had a facelift of sorts and in the spirit of a costume party is featuring 'candy' flavored shots such as Skittles, Sweet tarts, Caramel Apples, Nerds and Tootsie Rolls. All other 'normal' drinks are available at the bar as well as a selection of synthetic blood. The decor continues in the seating arrangements. The entire room, including the dance floor, stage and platform where Eric's throne sits is bathed in red light. Lording over the entire affair is Eric, dressed as a Viking king. Instead of the helm, he's got a crown made of gold foil and cardboard. His weapons are the plastic sort and he's opted to go bare chested rather than attempting to make any sort of chain mail. He has a faux polar bear throw across his shoulders and is wearing a long, blond wig as well as a fake beard.

Enjoy, mingle and come as you want to be.]


ooc:: Mingle, start threads and make general merriment. This is all pre-blackout. On Thursday evening, I will put up a post blackout thread. Any questions? Let me know

[Buffy isn't usually up this late (early?). She is generally more of a night owl than anything, but pre-dawn hours are for sleeping, even for a slayer. She'd started the night out with the idea of checking on Angel. She hasn't seen him since they officially decided to take a break and while that had gone amicably enough, she wouldn't say it had gone well. Angel was dealing with a lot and she wanted to check on him to see how he was dealing. Plus there was an annoying lack of 'Angel's around' spidey sense. It'd been dulled since forever, but it was completely lacking and she wasn't sure when it had gone completely lacking. She searched all the usual spots then went ahead and stopped by his apartment. When he didn't answer, she went ahead and broke in. She was already in prison for vandalism and breaking and entering so she didn't see any reason not to add another instance to the list of crimes. He hadn't been at his apartment either.]

Has anyone seen Angel in the last several hours? [She hesitates a moment, not sure how she feels about what she's going to say.] There's a lot of missing-ness attached to the whole--I think he's gone. Unless someone has seen him and then it's just me with a lot of paranoidness. [There's a word for that, Buffy, one that you didn't need to make up. It's called paranoia.]

action;

[After her search for Angel had been a bust, Buffy heads out toward the grave yard to sit atop one of the headstones and process how she felt about this. On one hand, she knew Angel was desperate to go home and she refused to acknowledge any other theory outside of Angel had gone home. She knew about the whole storage thing and that was an idea she wasn't even going to entertain. If Angel was gone, it was because he found an escape. End of story as far as Buffy was concerned. On the other hand, Buffy still hadn't gotten over the idea that maybe this was her chance with Angel that they'd never have out in the 'real' world. Sure, they'd been taking a break so that Angel had time to figure things out, but 'figure things out' didn't mean an end. Now it didn't seem he'd have the chance to figure it out, nor would she have the chance to see if they could make a go of things when the world wasn't ending. On the other, other hand, it took away all potential for the absolute rejection, jealousy and bouquet of other negative emotions that would come with being rejected in favor of Cordelia. She hadn't been looking forward to that particular path things might have taken. Finally, it wasn't a surprise, really, that he'd disappeared. The universe, every universe it seemed, was determined to tear them apart and destroy any chance of happiness they might have together.

The universe sucked.]