MarinaNova Asylum

[They're soft. They're pleasant. They're...abundant.

As the day goes on the tribbles get more and more plentiful until they are softly, pleasantly everywhere and eating all the food. Feel free to mosey about and interact with them and each other. Maybe you even visit the pet cafe today.]

(OOC: Tribble Info)

[Rather than meeting up at a coffee shop, Bonnie decides to hang out with Elena at the apartment instead. It's quiet, comfortable and familiar. Besides, it's been an age since they had time for themselves. As far as Bonnie was concerned, they deserved this.

The coffee was already brewing, the best pastries the prison had to offer laid out on a plate on the table. Everything was good to go.]

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[Nico has gathered a nice pile of food. He’d grabbed some bread from the bakery, but most of it is random fruits and nuts and crap from the convenience store. None of it is for him. It’s all neatly stacked beside a fire pit on the beach while he struggles to get a good flame going.]

C’mon, c’mon, y▒ st▒id…

[The feed cuts out, then back in. The fire is really going! It has also, unfortunately, made a friend of Nico’s jacket sleeve. He bats at it furiously.]

Fu▒! No, ▒▓o.

[The sleeve has a hole in it, but it no worse than … Oh. Now the food is on fire.]

N▒ yet! S▒it! Crap.

[Nico scoops up the food and dumps it in the fire, muttering in Latin. And then he yells at the fire.]

There! Are you ha▒py ▓ow!? Selfish ▒on of a b▒▓!

[ It's now or never and although he was hoping that some time would push that towards now rather than never, Reid really doesn't feel like he's ready. He feels raw and exhausted and although he's pushed himself to go out and get some clothes that aren't borrowed from Karev's closet, he's so not in a place where public announcements are possible.

But he has to. Now or never. Movements dull, he reaches for the communicator. ]

...░m back. [ A stretch of static-y silence. ] I'm so░▒y.

More often than not, I find myself thinking about my life back home. If things had gone another way if I made a different choice; would it have been better?

[Rose sounds contemplative, if a little morose.]

I guess everyone feels like that at some point in their lives. I don't know, I'm just thinking out loud.

[She sighs, before ending the feed there.]

[Later in the day, once the latest wave of new arrivals had a chance to settle in, a giant INVITATION will be sent over the dome network. Giving the time and location of a massive Rave Party. Everybody was invited. Except the Wardens, because screw them.]

[Upon arriving, party-goers will be treated to a spectacular sight:]



[The whole of the indoors will be decorated, wall to wall, in these breathtaking glow-in-the-dark displays. The only other sources of light being the occasional octopus-shaped lamp sitting on the wall tables. Besides that, there will be boxes of Glow Jewelry already cracked and waiting to be worn.]

[The music playing from the speakers in every corner of the room carries a heavy bass beat to it. Perfect for cutting loose and making casual conversation all but impossible. You'd have to go outside for that.]

[Oh, yeah, and one more thing?]

[BYOB]

( Not a fan of tl;dr? You can skip all of this. Sufficed to say she's in a bad place right now. )

So here she is at the Devil's Compass—Tyki's bar—because there was a bet and she lost so she's his bar maid for awhile. Maybe that time has elapsed by now. She's not putting a lot of thought into it. For days now she's been trying to hold herself in check. No drinking. No fighting. No screaming. No crying.

Right now she's just going to pour herself a shot and throw it back.]


(OOC: Forward dated to later in the afternoon/evening. Someone has no impulse control. Spencer Reid IS back today. He's just not contacting the public yet for reasons.)

[ liz is careful to maintain her composure and choose her words carefully, keeping whatever she might have to say about being pulled into yet another (possibly) alien fiasco to herself. ]

Hi. I'm not— uh, not entirely sure I'm using this thing right. Not that that's the point or anything...

Look, I think there's been some sort of misunderstanding. My name is Liz Parker. I'm an intern for the office of Congresswoman Vanessa Whitaker, the US Representative from New Mexico. If this prank has anything to do with the upcoming election or the Land Exchange Act, I can't help you. You'll need to contact Congresswoman Whitaker's office directly. I'm just an intern. I don't have any pull. Sorry.

So, if you could please could put me in contact with someone in charge here, I would really appreciate it. I'm sure we can sort all this out.

[ she's was on an FBI watch list at one point. for all she knows, this situation isn't alien, but some sort of ploy on their end. something nasedo's yet to put a stop to. ]

Greetings, fellow prisoners. I would like to participate in activities. Please inform me of any events, gatherings, groups, social circles, clubs, or classes that I can take part in so I can become part of the community.

[Her smile is Trident-bright and equally fake, although not insincere.]

Thank you very much.

Okay. Here's the deal, Marina. I'm bored.

And I'm not just talking bored-bored, either. I'm talking my boredom's boredom's run out of emergency supplies here. Yeah, the games are kind of fun and all...but not all of us get our kicks out of shooting things or doing flips and stuff. Plus, I'm betting they're gonna be a sometimes thing at most, and a one-time thing most likely.

...man, I never thought I'd miss bad tv. Good tv, I'm sure we all miss, but I'm even starting to miss those telenovelas my dad used to watch when he thought nobody was looking.

[...yes, that was a hint of strong Italian accent that just popped out there for a moment. Followed by a flash of nostalgia passing over her eyes before she remembered that, oh yeah, she had some kind of point to make, didn't she?]

My point is this: we need more fun things to do around here, and M'gann and I had an idea: a party. Not like those fancy shindigs down at the bars and stuff. For one--there's a lot of us here not old enough to drink. For another, I'm talking lights out, glow-in-the dark jewelry, and rocking out to music so loud you can feel it. I mean, really, all we need is a place, a time, and some semi-decent music to set this sort of thing up.

And before V gets its metallic panties in an even bigger twist than they are now...yes, that's all I'm suggesting. Just a rave party. Nothing more.

Who's in?

[ They're at The Rusty Spoon in Sector 4, having lunch. Damon had invited Elena out for some comfort food: hamburgers, fries, milkshake. It's been quite some time since they last had a chat. He thought it was about time he played the part of the concerned friend.

Damon knows losing Caroline hasn't been easy for her. And as for him losing Stefan, well -- he's come to terms with the fact that his brother is gone and that he most likely won't be back anytime soon. Liz had recently disappeared too.

He's definitely not holding his breath waiting for their return. People come, people go. What they don't do is stay here for good. Someday, he'll be thrown back into the stabilizer himself. And that's gonna suck. ]

What has pickles ever done to you, hm? Why don't you like them? [ He transfers the stray pickles onto his plate before munching on one. Yummy yum. ]

[You won't hear them coming. You won't see their snare. The mistletoe bots are out and they're hunting you, two by two. You can run and you can hide, but eventually you will be caught, and then there's nothing left to do but kiss your way out!]

(OOC: Mingle until your lips are chapped! Information on mistletoe bots event.)

Uh, hi. Has anyone seen my dog? He answers to Salty. Or really just to anyone with food. He's black and white and brown [Narrowing it down for you, folks]. He just took off, and I haven't found him yet, so if anyone sees him, let me know? We're in Sector 2.

[Sam clears his throat for this next part. Nothing to see here.]

...He might have a tambourine with him. It's a long story.

[ elena's going to make this short. she opens a feed late in the day, her expression measured to limit the pain of loss she's feeling right now. her voice is frank, as frank as she can manage. elena's never been convincing. ] Caroline Forbes is gone. [ she takes in a deep breath. ] So is Stefan. And Tyler Lockwood. [ what else is there to say? there should be more, but there's not. caroline's room is empty. stefan's apartment too. no one's answering any calls. their best friend is gone. she and bonnie are alone. ] They're gone. [ it's said with terrible finality. she feels tears warm her eyes. ] Cheerleading is cancelled for now.

{ private to eric northman. }
[ she barely pauses before connecting to eric. ] I think I could use another drink.

{ private to damon salvatore. }
I'm coming over.

What do we know about the dimensional stabilizer? [Her words are definitely coming out a little tense. There's anger behind them. Of course it's anger masking other things, but let's just stay with the anger.]

These wardens can bring us here from anywhere and any time but they can't hold on to us? We just disappear whenever they want us to? Is that it? We stop being fun for them?

[Oliver Queen is gone. She noticed earlier when she tried calling to see if he'd maybe practice with her. No answer. No answer again. He wasn't her Green Arrow. Her mentor. But it still sucks.]

What are we waiting for? The right moment? When is that coming? Why don't we just attack the wardens with whatever we've got and see where we stand? What's the worst that can happen? They'll send dinosaurs at us? They'll mess with our minds. They'll lock us up? Hi, that already happened.

[With that she snaps off the video. She has a lot of angry walking to do. She'll be out.]

I'll say this. I don't believe for a second the whole velociraptor thing was a complete accident on the wardens part unless they are on a seperate network. They'd have seen it coming, and of all the things in sector six, one single kind of inmate or...inmate food, is kinda specific, y'know?

All that aside I figured it might help to have a little alert system for myself.

[A little playful growl as Duo is jerked a bit, he turns the camera feed to the side to show this little cutey off.]

Don't have a name for her yet but she's my new partner in crime. Think she might turn out to be a good guard dog too.

Anyway, this is Duo, signing off.

Welcome, new arrivals, and hello to everyone. I wanted to take just a moment to tell or remind everyone about our school. Education is so important to everyone whether you've finished the curriculum of your world or not. We have many wonderful teachers with a wide variety of classes at different levels. Students and new faculty and administration are always much appreciated and welcome.

I was hoping maybe some of you would consider taking on a class. Hopefully, you've seen our course catalog in your welcome basket to see what we offer. Some of you won't get them until tomorrow* of course, but there is still so much we could teach.

We don't have any language classes. We used to offer English and Japanese. It would be wonderful to add those or any others again. We need more sciences, math, art, crafts, agriculture, sewing, dance, philosophy, physical fitness or self defense and of course any special interest classes you might think of.

I was also thinking we might have a school fair at some point once it can be organized. That way everyone could learn more about the classes and get to know each other better. If anyone would like to help with that or to take on any new classes, please let me know!


(OOC: *Welcome baskets won't arrive until Day 251 due to the Fear Itself Event. Please use the link above to add any new class you'd like to start!)

[Morning - Stefan's Bedroom - Closed to Caroline]

[It hits him at all at once, the memories of the past months rolling into his brain. It's overwhelming, as they overlay with the memories of his life here, but one thing in particular sticks out among the rest.

Because it feels endless, constant, and horrific. The agony of being trapped in a small space, drowning over and over, the water filling up his lungs and sending him spiraling into death.

He sits up straight in bed, his entire body soaked in a thin layer of sweat, his heart beating so fast he feels like it's going to burst from his chest. He sucks in a shuddering breath, and even though the air goes into his lungs, he still feels like he's drowning there beneath the water in that dark, dark, safe.]

[Afternoon - Blood Shack - Open to All]

[Alcohol is the only thing that numbs the pain, calms his nerves, and he's certainly had his fair share today. It's easier not to think under the weight of intoxication, to hide from the confusion and the disorientation of layered memories, good and bad, with an unsteadiness that he's in control of, that he caused himself.

It's the only semblance of control he's had since he woke up that morning.]

[There are multiple peg boards set up in Sector 0 today—some tall, some short, some on wheels, some long, some magenta with glitter! But what do they all have in common? They are covered in pictures with familiar faces.

Maybe the face is many years younger and surrounded by family or maybe it's a shot taken in Marina (version 1 or 2!). Maybe it was a time when no cameras were present and yet here is the evidence of that moment in all it's candid glory.

You could have grabbed that really embarrassing or incriminating one and thought you were safe only to find out there were three duplicates! Sweet, horrific, sad, casual, posed, past, or present—the wardens are good at variety, so enjoy!]

(OOC: Plotting post for sharing pictures people might find on the boards.)

Rise and shine. It's Day 247, and we have a treat for you in Sector 0. I'll give you a hint. They're each worth a thousand words, but please don't think you need to speak at us in trade. We're just being extra generous today. Try an contain your gratitude.

Now, let's see. No mail. No requests. So, I guess that leaves a punishment for one of our newer arrivals:

Krieg: property damage

As always more details will be sent directly to your communicator.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here! Picture Day info.)