MarinaNova Asylum

( It was a poor judgement call on her part... )

[Wake up and smell the lack of coffee. You're on a bunk bed. Maybe you're a top and maybe you're a bottom. There are five other people in your room. Maybe they're friends or enemies or faces you barely recognize if at all. It doesn't matter much. You can leave this room and you don't need to come back to it.

You should get your rations though. You're probably hungry. You're definitely a little sluggish of body. What happened to that bruise you got sparing yesterday? What happened to your newly dyed hair? Mystery, mystery... Move along. Find the public bathrooms and do your business with a hundred of your closest friends.

Find the kiosk and get your rations. Careful not to let anyone steal them. You won't get more until tomorrow and the bots won't care. They aren't here to hold your hand. If you get sick or hurt and they deem it necessary they will take you to the hospital whether you wish it or not. But why dwell on such things? You're here now and you might as well enjoy it. You even get a free day today.]

(OOC: OOC info. This mingle takes place in the Main shelter over the morning hours.

[What better way to kick off a mingle than to broadcast the invitation to the entire dome?]

Hey ya'll. I know it's kinda outta place t'say Welcome to Marina cause no one really wants t'be here, but it ain't all bad. In any case, I've got a bar an grill here in Sector 4 called Merlotte's, figure th' new arrivals may want to come on down and have a drink or two after a trip like that.

Anyone's welcome of course, we're open from mornin' to night. Come on in an' have a bite to eat or somethin' to ease your troubles.

((ooc: This is an open mingle. Feel free to thread everywhere with anyone. As always, before threadjacking make sure it's okay by the player but otherwise have fun! Sam is available to chat with either by Video or in person and his thread is right Here. There is a full menu of down-home diner/grill sort of foods, so hamburgers, french fries, salads, soups, breakfast items or whatever other comfort food you can think of and a few other things from other worlds. There is a full bar, wine, liquor, beer and even blood or synthetic blood. He also has a pool table and there's plenty of room in booths or tables to play cards or whatever else.))

[The feed opens up to Rebekah inside of her apartment. It looks cleaner than last time, probably because she had Oz over to help her the day before. In any case when she speaks she tries to keep her voice even -- nonchalant even.]

Is it time for new arrivals already? Seems to have come quicker than usual. [Maybe because she had been hoping to see a familiar face or two -- hoping that maybe one of her brothers would resurface or Quinn that she wouldn't be alone.

But that didn't happen. She isn't that lucky.

Which leads her to her next statement.]

Now that my place is clean again it's easier to see how empty it is with only me in it. Perhaps I should look for someplace smaller. [Which is her way of subtly saying Niklaus and Kol are gone now.

She doesn't linger on the message after that, turning the feed off.]

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[Perhaps normally Rebekah would be commenting on the craziness of the day before and the rollecoaster her emotions and went on (she's always fallen in love easily, but that was ridiculous) -- but not so much now.

She went to the kiosk to confirm what she had already been worried about. And then she went back to the apartment and she's sitting in what was Quinn's room -- which can be seen as rather trashed in the background.

Someone had a bit of a shit fit.

The message itself is short.]

Quinn Fabray is no longer here with us.

[And then the feed cuts. That's it.]

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[Later she leaves again and makes her way to The Blood Shack where she'll be spending the rest of the evening trying to drown her sorrows in glasses of alcohol. Quinn had been her friend -- the first real one she had had in a long, long time. She had tried so hard to keep her safe, even vervaining her behind Niklaus' back -- and she's gone anyways.

So much for that. She forgot the risk that came with caring.]

[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!]

[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?

[ welcome to sector 0, late at night. (or early in the morning, depending on how you look at it.) a young man is standing underneath the lights, wearing nothing but his brand new orange jumpsuit and a bruise marking one of his eyes.

he doesn’t look so calm, but he’s keeping it together. mostly he’s wondering if this is the price he's paying for sleeping with his best friend’s girl.

twice. well, there were a lot of positions, but just twice. and technically, she wasn’t his girl the first time. definitely not the second time. this isn’t why he’s here, right?

the point is one moment he was on his couch and jess had left. he’d closed his eyes to appreciate feeling a little less like crap for a whole second and woke up in the middle of a goddamn field outside an athletic complex, some list of his crimes being called off and a welcome to his brand new accommodations. what the fuck.

accommodations which he promptly got up and checked out. yeah. that message wasn’t lying. or he’s starting to realize it wasn’t, and he’s not sure how he feels about that.

so, jason stackhouse figures out this communicator business. (he fumbles a bit at first.) and yeah, that is a thick louisianan drawl you hear. ]

All right, I know I ain't - I don't gotta be a genius to know this ain't Bon Temps and these ain't my clothes. [ some command of the situation might work, right? that'll work. he is kinda terrified and a bit angry, so it’s not entirely convincing wagging a finger at the camera. ] Look, on behalf of the - with the authority of the - [ bon temps police department. he'd finish with that; he totally would, but he rethinks the ‘official police business’ tone. something tells him (probably experience) it ain't gonna mean much. let's try a desperate attempt to appeal for himself. ] Look, I don't belong in a - I ain’t a prison kinda guy. I'm a cop. [ hear him trying to convince himself and the world this means something? ] Maybe before I'm mighta deserved it, but I've - I’ve changed my ways; I've gotten... better’n stuff. Member of uh... [ what's the word...? lightbulb! ] a productive society, is what it is. So. Someone wanna tell me what the hell is going on? Is this some kinda vampire-fairy world prank? ‘Cause mama.

[ he turns away, lifts his arms up to place his hands behind his head. turns back to say - oh yeah, he realizes the headset’s still right in front of his face. he's pointing his finger at the communicator again, and he's a little more convincing this time. ] And if anyone sees or knows or has any idea where my sister is - Sook, Sookie Stackhouse - you better lemme know.

[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.]

[Wherever you go, there they are—sneaky and hidden and biding their time, waiting until they find you all two by two, and then closing in. Happy Mistletoe Day!]

(OOC: Read this for all the details.)

( 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!]

( 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. ]

[So it's been a few days since the whole reveal of his desperately bleak, short future had been thrown on him. Not a total life ruiner, that. (No, wait. It was.) It's beyond time to move out, find his own place. Way beyond time. Guy living with two teenage girls, he was surprised there wasn't some stupid damn law he'd been breaking.

He's not entirely sure how to do it himself. The concept of just going out and finding a place is still foreign to him, prison or not. (And really, he knows he's shit at that serious discussion thing, figuring it'd be easier to just. Rip the bandage off.

And maybe this is just a plea for Klaus and Rebekah to find him and off him already. Better than waiting to become some crazy asshole.]

I've been thinking of moving from the uh, shared place I've been in. Is it true you just find some place you like and move in?

[Does he have to tell the AI or something? Can't help but wonder how they keep track of everyone if they keep moving around. Hell, how do they even know when rules are being broken? Serious lack of privacy, here. At least he could pretend to have some in some tiny little box of an apartment.]

[ caroline's on her device and she looks a little disheveled and not so happy. somebody had a canon update up to season four end of episode two and isn't happy about it.]

Is it normal to just wake up with just... new memories? Like things that hadn't happened to you yet but then... it's like they just...did? It's like I went home but I'm still here.


[private to elena gilbert]

We need to talk about this. And I have something for you.


[private to klaus]

You. We need to talk. [ and she might kick your ass.]