MarinaNova Asylum

( Private to Stefan Salvatore )

[Jessica is currently finishing up a shift at the Blood Shack, getting some things cleaned up. She may also be seen scrunching her face up in thought as she tries to think about what her next blog post should be about.

Later on she can be found making her way back to Sector 4 and her apartments, a little lost in thought. ]

( ❧ private to damon salvatore & jessica hamby )

[ sookie can be found this fine evening wrapping up her shift at merlotte's, which consists of taking orders, cleaning off tables, and making sure all the sugar, salt, and pepper shakers are filled to the brim. later, once she's said bye to sam and the others still on the clock, she'll be making her way across sector 4 back to the clocktower estates. bother her at any point tonight! ]

[Eric wakes with a start, a headache and an oddly full feeling that only comes from feeding on blood rather than the bottled stuff. Sookie is already gone for the day, which is normal but there isn't any blood staining the sheets. He's got a whole new set of memories and he's not crazy about some of them. He shuffles off to the shower and spends an inordinate amount of time in there going through the new memories. He's not terribly pleased by some of them. He's not terribly pleased by a lot of them, but the most 'recent' ones, the one featuring Russell's demise...that's one he plays over and over. Revenge is sweet and makes a Viking Vampire a cocky bastard, especially when said cocky vampire wakes up one more to find he's the oldest most powerful vampire in his world. That tickles a little in all the right places. It gives him an extra happy to know that his willpower is way more than rock solid, even more than he'd thought it could be. By the time he gets out of the shower, he's whistling. Sure, not everything back home was going according to plan. There was that perpetual pain in his ass named Bill Compton, but Eric had time to figure that one out.]

[Video]

[Eric is smiling when the video comes up. Sure, it's his politician smile, but he's only got three kinds of smiles and this one is more friendly than his 'I am better than all of you. Now bow down and be my minion' smile, which is honestly the smile he wants to use. The only other option is his genuine, happy smile and very few people are ever privy to that one. He's wearing an outfit quite typical of Eric at work: black slacks and a black silk shirt, unbuttoned to the third button. He leans on the bar, a glass of synthetic blood at his elbow.]

What an extraordinary day, wouldn't you all agree? I do feel like celebrating. Come join me. [A well rehearsed chuckle.] The drinks are on me.

[Private to Sookie]

I need to speak to you at the bar as soon as possible.

[ooc: Eric has been canon updated to the end of S5]

[VIDEO//OPEN]

[ Good afternoon, Marina. Have you filled your quota of shirtless, fit men lately? No? Good, cause you're getting another one.

Today, Spike is down at the beach. It's not entirely his own idea, which is evident by the rake he's leaning against but at least it's an excuse to soak up some sun. It's not like he's had much of a chance to do that before. He's currently stealing a small smoke break and seeing as he's bored out of his mind, it's a good time for a network-wide chat. ]

I know I'm at a risk of soundin' like a broken record here but our fearful overlords really don't know what a prison is, do they? 's more like a... one-way ticket resort. And now this party they're throwin'... [ He shakes his head before taking another drag off his cigarette. ]

Makes me wonder if there's anyone 'round here who still knows how to have fun.


[ACTION]

[ It's his last day serving off his first punishment and what better way to spend it than at the beach, fulfilling his second? Okay so maybe there were some bots involved and maybe he was ushered here rather... forcefully but at least he's making the best of it. If the best is slowly getting a sunburn (three hours in the sun after a century in the shade can really screw you over) and very purposefully raking the sand to spell out WANKER.

Anyone's welcome to come down and keep the guy company, poke his sunburn (baby's first!) or just snark in his general direction. ]

[Jessica's sitting at one of the stools at the blood bar, taking a break from one of her shifts there to make this. She's sipping on a glass of blood through a straw before she starts speaking.]

Really kinda dropped the ball on the whole video bloggin' thing, didn't I? Sorry 'bout that.

So I've been tryin' to think of a good topic to start out for this first one. I'm not really sure what people wanna know, you know? So I know one thing that seems to surprise people 'round here is how open I am 'bout being a vampire. I know it ain't something vamps from all worlds are. But see, back home? Vampires were common knowledge. Back in 'bout...2006 or so when they invented Tru Blood.

See, Tru Blood is kinda like the synthetic blood they have here in the blood bar. It's got all the same nutrients and shit as real blood does, but you know, don't come from a human. Tastes like shit in comparison, ain't gonna lie, but it'll work. So once that's invented, vampires came out of the coffin, so to speak.

It's been kind of touch and go assimilatin' into society ever since. 'Course I wasn't turned until after all of this happened, but yeah. So back home, it ain't really a huge life changin' shock to hear someone say they're a vamp. Sure, some people are still prejudiced dicks 'bout it, but I imagine you're gonna run into that wherever you go, you know? If people aren't gonna accept you for what you are? Well fuck 'em. I may not of chosen this for me but I ain't gonna apologize for it either.

We even got things like the American Vampire League to help with our relationships with humans.

So that's the basics, if you got any questions or comments, feel free to leave 'em, and I'll try and answer best I can.

And if you got things you'd like me to do a future entry 'bout, let me know, and I'll see what I can do.

[She slurps, finishing up her glass.]

Now, I better get back to workin'.

[And the feed closes.]

Greetin's Marina.

I jus' wanted t' announce that th' Rusty Spoon will be undergoin' a name change t' Merlotte's an' will be officially open as of right now. As in all our construction is finally done.

I was looking' t'celebrate tonight an' I figure after all of th' therapy some of y'all could really use a drink er'two. This one especially goes out to everyone who helped me put everythin' together and t'make this possible. Thanks for all your hard work!

I'd really appreciate y'all comin' in and at least seein' th' menu or takin' a load off. I have a pool table an' y'kin play cards or jus' plain socialize and cure what ails ya. We made some finger foods and bits o'stuff t' sample from th' menu too.

So stop on by an' I promise ya won't have t'spill yer guts unless it's t'the porcelain goddess.

[Okay so he's not the best to be talking publicly to people but hey. It's only slightly awkward right? It's a little funny right?]

((ooc: Go ahead and treat this like any mingle. Sit at the bar, play pool, drink, nibble food to eat or dance (just this once, one of his rules is no dancing)! There is a table set up with tid-bits of burgers, or hot dogs or chili or whatever sort of southern/comfort/american diner foods you could think of. Help yourself! Threadjacking and such is encouraged. Have fun!

notes to his staff, feel free to assume you are there to help, helped earlier to set up, or will help after to clean up, or just there to have fun. He is a-okay with a minimal staff for the even so that all of you can celebrate. But if others are just super willing to help out he will not say no.))

[ Caroline's hair is braided and she's in work out gear. She means business, people.]

I know everyone's doing their therapy thing but we have cheer practice today. It's the first meeting so it's important. So if you're on the team, be there. It's in an hour at the park in Sector Five. And no creepy gawkers okay?

[private to Elena Gilbert]

Hey, can you meet me early? I wanna go over some stuff before everyone gets here.

[ When those assigned to Group 2 receive the transmission to their communicators, they are directed to one of the rooms that have been set aside for these sessions in the education center. To facilitate group discussion in a traditional fashion, the chairs in the room have been arranged into a semi-circle. The open portion of the circle faces a white board, upon which has been written an overarching theme, with a few more detailed prompts to spur deeper discussion:

Your Dreams
• Subconscious and Conscious
• Aspirations and Hopes
• Fears and Traumas
• Improving Oneself
• Accepting Limitations

Pushed against the far wall is a table with the weak yet bitter coffee such an environment practically requires, a water cooler with conical "cups" made of paper so thin it feels like it's about to give out, some bland and crumbling cookies, and a number of half-sandwiches with slightly stale bread. By the entrance is another table with blank nametags and markers, leaving it up to the participants to label themselves. ]

( ooc )

[ this morning finds one (1) sookie stackhouse out in quatro park, and putting on quite the light display. there's a hat tossed off to the side, hanging off the extended hand of a nearby statue. it's a straw hat with a wide brim; the kind her gran used to wear while tending to the yard.

it wasn't just the hat that's set her off. it's seeing rené's ghost and being confronted with the fact that had she been more in tune with her budding abilities, she might've been able to pick up on something (or do something) before he'd killed her gran and all those people. she'd seen the faeries in the otherworld do remarkable things with their powers, and russell had indicated that she wasn't doing half the things she ought to be able to do as someone who was fae. ]

Oh, come on, don't do this. [ her light out again, she flexes her fingers and shakes her hands, as if that will flip the metaphorical switch to turn it back on again. ] Fuck.

[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

[Eric is at the Blood Shack, sitting slouched in a chair that looks...suspiciously like a throne on top of platform of sorts. All he needs is a crown to complete the look. Just off to the side is another stage. It's impossible to see if it's larger or not. There is a highly polished steel pole running from ceiling to stage. One corner of his lips quirk up in a smirk once he is certain the device is broadcasting properly.]

As you can see, I've made a few changes to the blood shack. Over all you'll find the same welcoming environment for both humans and vampires with perhaps a few more entertainment options, like a dance floor and a stage for those of you who want more attention. [He leans forward, elbows going to his knees.]

Speaking of entertainment, how would the community at large feel about a 'Come as you want to be' sort of evening? A masquerade, costume party, whatever you'd like to call it.

[Private to Caroline Forbes]

I've heard you're just the girl to plan the sort of event I'm talking about. Interested?

[Private to Sookie]

Should you care to act upon the sort of private show we discussed, I've made the necessary arrangements.

Hey. [He's still a little awkward with addressing everyone.]

I uh, I’ve got some good news for y’all. Nothin’ on Eric but I’ve decided t’take over the Greasy Spoon in Sector 4 so we can have a human run bar and grill since bots just ain’t as appealin’. [Nothing against vampires! Sort of...]

New name pending... But it’ll probably be called Merlotte’s. Th’bar still needs built and I need some extra hands so if anyone wants a job jus’ let me know. I’ll need anyone willin’ t’cook, clean, do dishes or serve and later bartenders or barbacks if we get enough business. I... haven’t exactly worked out how t'make it worth yer while but we can talk about it. An’ th' work will award y’all points t’get things from the Wardens.

An’likewise I’m lookin’ fer anyone good with their hands t’help me renovate th'place.
Eric, I believe I’ll be takin’ ya up on that offer from a few days ago, ya know, what we agreed upon t’help with your punishment? I know it’s probably in bad taste t’ help competition but, well, I’ll need help with liftin’ and carryin’ in parts or new furniture and th’ like. We can negotiate if ya want.

Otherwise, I hope t’see y’all there an’ hope we can make things just a little more like home for everyone.

Just a heads up that there will be a bot presence for a few days, per the Warden’s orders but once they’re satisfied it’s all ours.

An’ pardon our dust.

[Zatanna's oh-so-excited-to-be-here face appears on-screen, as she sits cross-legged on one of the Sector Three Park Benches.]

Okay, as much fun as getting stranded in the Sector with a Spa and Arcade's been? Not really looking forward to have to sleep in the park tonight. Especially with so-called "random" rain-showers that seem to have a knack for--

[She's interrupted mid-sentence by her own stomach, which growls loudly. A wince, a frown, and suddenly it becomes very apparent that the poor girl hasn't eaten anything all day.]

...I don't suppose anybody'd be willing to put me up for the night? Or at least make a quick run to the convenience store?

So you know, back home, I kept a video blog. It was sorta an online journal for the trials and stuff of bein' a teenage vampire. Sometimes a how to guide for people who just turned, information for people who wanted to know more 'bout vampires, things like that. I had a pretty good fanbase and sometimes I even got other people to come in and talk on it too.

I was thinkin' about the network I guess and whether it'd be a good idea to continue doin' something like that here. Like the adjustments of a young vampire in this place or somethin'.

You think anyone'd be interested in somethin' like that?

[ sookie's running, trapped in area five and trying to make her way towards the supposed safety of the museum. things, however, are never quite as simple as run, hide, duck, and cover in miss stackhouse's world. it's almost inevitable that she gets sidetracked on her way there by a swarm of the very creatures she was looking to avoid. she trips over own two feet when she attempts to about face, her communicator falling off her face. she hastily grabs for it and jumps back to her feet, making a break for it.

it's not long, however, before she's cornered. the momentary pause, however, at least gives her time to put her headset back on, accidentally hitting the audio broadcast button in the process. ]

Okay, look. I don't know what y'all are or if you can even understand me right now, but-- [ something gives her pause as one of the hyena wasps draws closer, and it's not fear. it's... ] Are you-- You think this is funny, don't you?

( ooc | telepathically sensing the hyena wasp's amusement! mod approved! )

[ the ground of sector 0 splays out before a communicator recently dropped in some sort of struggle. no matter-- it is quickly being turned on, situated in its proper place. his face, when it comes into view, is split with a manic grin: lips thin with the force of a smile that shows too many teeth, bared like an animal ready to strike. a small giggle burbles up out of him as he smooths his hair with a subtly shaking hand.

in the other hand is the corpse of a hyena wasp, its head twisted at an obscene angle. ]

Has anyone use for a creature so wretched as this?

[ he gives the limp corpse a shake, chuckling softly once more before cutting the feed. ]

[Eric is behind the bar of the Blood Shack when the video comes up. He gives an easy grin, takes a sip of his blood and appears to be entirely at ease. No one would know that a week ago he was suffering from extreme fatigue, weakness and the bleeds because of the damage he did to the bots. He's slowly learned that this place can really screw him over if it wants to. He's wearing a dark red, silky button down and a pair of black pants. He looks like a business man and that's precisely the image he wants to evoke. There's also a red warning band around his wrist that can clearly be seen. Sure, he could tuck it beneath the sleeve of his shirt, but why would he want to do that.]

It seems I've found myself in an altercation with a couple of the bots two days ago. As a result, I'm offering my services to the prisoners at large. If you've chores that need to be done, anything from cleaning to running errands, I'm available. This offer goes out to the first three to take it.

Now, onto more pleasant matters. I've recently been granted ownership of the blood shack. It is still bot monitored for the moment, but I invite you to come out, enjoy yourself and make Marina Nova's vampire owned blood bar a success. For those of you that don't drink blood, I've got the appropriate drinks in stock. Mix, mingle and enjoy yourselves.

I know I will.

[and he's signing off]

[ooc: Just what the post advertises. Eric got in trouble and his punishment is to do chores for at least three people. He is fast and he can fly so make use of his abilities. For your enjoyment this is what you can expect from him in doing your chores.]

Sakura Kinomoto's gone home, for those of you who didn't know. I'm sorry.

[ it's an awkward announcement to make, being that quinn didn't really know the girl. she'd gone looking for her to ask some questions about the cheerleading squad and had discovered she'd been sent home. quinn couldn't really be sad for her, as earning your way out of the prison was something she viewed as a good thing. she was happy for this girl she didn't know, though sad for the people still here who had been close to her. ]

I guess that means the cheerleading squad's without a captain. [ surprisingly, quinn doesn't want the position. she's directing and managing the glee club right now, and she's done her time as a cheerleading captain. someone else can take command of marinanova's cheerleaders. ] Who else here was on the squad or interested in it besides Elena and Caroline?

[Hi Marina! There's a clothed Viking on your video. He's had a chance to fill half of Sookie's closet with new clothes and right now he's wearing a pair of jeans, a black wife beater and a black leather jacket. No, it's not a long trench coat. He'll let other vampires in the prison wear that look.]

Sex licenses. Isn't that a bit invasive? Particularly considering I'm unable to produce children in that manner. I am curious about them though. Are they common here or is everyone pretending to be chaste and pure?

[He starts to switch the feed off then pauses, as if considering something a moment. Since his arrival, he's gotten into three brawls over Sookie. He's been here three days. He feels that's a bit excessive and eventually he's bound to destroy something in a brawl. It might do to issue warnings now while it's on his mind and before it becomes a punishable offense.]

There is a prisoner here by the name of Sookie Stackhouse. I'm certain many of you know her. There's been a few misunderstandings lately that have resulted in altercations. I feel I should warn everyone else before another breaks out.

[Pause for dramatic effect because whether he'll admit it or not, Eric is dramatic.]

Sookie is mine. Any offense made toward her will result in the offender having to deal with me. Believe me when I say that robots and any punishment they may decide to level at me will not stop me from ripping your head from your shoulders if you touch her.

[Cue beatific politician's smile]

Have a wonderful evening.