MarinaNova Asylum

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[Jane may or may not have actually gone out and gotten that dress. She thinks it's rather nifty. She also may or may not be wearing it. Don't you judge her.]

This stuff is sort of cute, I'm impressed this jail actually has something suitable to wear now. [Not the point of this video.] So I have been thinking. Who would like to taste test some of the new recipes I've been making? I feed a biased household at this point and need some fresh testers. You can contact me if you're interested!

[ALPHA HOUSEHOLD | Calliope/Caliborn-Action]

[On Jake, Roxy, and Dirk's beds they will find one of those nifty shark jakcets, fin and all. With a note attached! Saw these and I couldn't resist, who says you can't have a little fun and match with your friends in prison! :)

Calliope will find that she was left a set of earrings and one of the dresses, Caliborn will find that he has been left a pair of novelty FISH SANDALS! Also left was a small plate of cookies, she didn't think Caliborn would eat them anyways. Each of their respective things were labeled with UU or uu.]

[Action around the Alpha house or where Calliope and Caliborn live.]

[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.)

[ It was mid-morning. The sky was clear and it was a (not so) very blustery day. It was cool but it was always cool. It was neither too warm nor too hot.

Lukewarm.

And that was just how Bak preferred it. Especially since he had in hand his very important, extra special concoction of wonderful forgetfulness on hand! Bak could stand teasing, but even this was getting ridiculous.

Hefting the bag a little higher so it fit snug into the crook between elbow and shoulder, he stepped off into wild world of Marinanova and promptly had to grab onto his hat.

Opps. He always forgot about that step down.

Taking another step, he nearly tripped again, this time on a rock. Frowning, Bak starred at the offending piece of debris and then he kicked it.

And yelped.

And then held his foot, dropping his bag in a near blinding rush of ”Eeeek!” as he dived for the paper bag, watching as with a POOF half of the contents disappeared into the wind, leaving him sneezing and dazed on the ground wondering what the heck had just happened. Clearly, his own formula had been getting the best of him. It happens when one sneaky scientist messes with the formula and Bak spent the better part of the morning putting the final touches of the mixture together.

Heightened emotions indeed.

Bak will rue this day assuming he survived it. ]

((ooc: Consider this post an open mingle and the start of the Marina Feelings Roulette Event! Creating your own posts is, as always, highly encouraged. And, unless you got an extra hefty dose of it right off the bat (re: by being in proximity to Bak when it happened) feelings should gradually start to go haywire later in the day with strongest feelings in the afternoon and tapering off again as evening descends. For more info on the details, please go here. Have fun!))

[ 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! ]

[She is sitting in the pavilion, watching the butterflies flittering around in awe before she decided to try and reach out to someone. She isn't paying as much attention to whether the transmission is audio or video, as long as it is heard.]

I didn’t know that they had butterflies in prisons. But I guess, this doesn’t seem like the kind of prison that Dad talks about back home. It’s like a really strange dream, but…[She doesn’t know why she would imagine a dream like this.] I know I did something bad, but I really didn’t mean to. And I really don’t want to do it again. [She doesn’t say she won’t, because she knows she isn’t normal. She can’t make those kinds of promises.] Can’t I just…go back to my Dad? He’ll make sure I don’t do anything.

[She’s quiet, unsure for a moment.] It’s better if I’m not here. I was better where I was.

[She doesn't expect a response, but still...] ...Is anyone there? If I'm talking to myself, I'd at least rather know about it.

Day 210. We're giving you some new playmates today. [Sigh. Can't be bothered really.]

You know the drill.

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