MarinaNova Asylum

[Surrounded completely by the best sweets in the dome, and Bart can't even bear to eat a bite. He breaks apart a Cronut with his hands, ready to stuff it in his mouth, but it lingers there in his palms.]

Chloe and Oliver left. [He pauses, clarifying:] Chloe Sullivan and Oliver Queen, if anyone knew multiple Chloes and Olivers. [Their apartments were empty, their comms weren't connecting... Plus Bart knew they couldn't have been dino chow. They were too strong to die that way.] I just figured, if anyone knew them... a heads-up would probably help.

If you need me for any reason, I'll be here. These things can't eat themselves, you know. [Bart smiles thinly - the weakest he's managed since he's arrived in the dome. He'll be hard to miss at Bean Crushers, since he's decided to camp out there for most of the day. When he's not gorging on food? He's running. Doesn't matter where or how fast - dangit, what good is his speed if he can't get that pent-up anger out somehow?]

[ 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.

[Asami's kind of settling into her new position at the Plush Rump now that the immediate danger of impending death is gone. She spends a lot of her time when she's not with customers working on the one improvised weapon she actually got to work during yesterday's catastrophe. But part of her day is still going through and taking inventory. She's more comfortable looking at and thinking about the products she's peddling than she was a few days ago. So that's progress. Now she just has to get more comfortable talking about it. Which she has a plan for.

Whatever she's working with, she makes sure to keep one eye on the door in case of customers. She is a shopkeeper, after all.]

Private Video to Korra

Hey, I need a favor. A kinda weird one.

[ Charlotte is looking slightly worse for wear this fine day, part of her head covered in a bandage and eyes lacking the luster of a good nights sleep. She's contemplative, idly picking at the remnants of a pie on her plate (pear and gruyere, what else?). ]

You know, I was thinking... this is the first time I live on my own. I went from living with my dad to living with my aunts and then Ned. I've never really been on my own like this before... and that was fine, until yesterday. Not that yesterday was as bad as it could've been of course, but it still brings you pause.

How many of us live alone here? It seems like it'd be nice to have a roommate, someone who'll notice if you get eaten by a dinosaur or disappear or... you know. Lots of stuff could happen.

[ action ]
[She's feeling restless today. There's an energy thrumming through her body that she can't release, no matter how many times she runs through her forms. Going through Quatro Park in Sector 4 doesn't help. Attempting to meditate at the prayer facility in Sector 5 doesn't help. She wants to move, to run, to fight. There's really only one place she can do that.

So she makes her way to Sector 6.]



[ooc: Feel free to run into Korra at any of the listed locations!]

[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.)

[Asami's a little hesitant as she makes her announcement. This is a new field for her, but a business is a business. Kind of.] Iiii guess I run the Plush Rump now?

If anybody has any suggestions or feedback or anything, now would be the time to start telling me.

Otherwise, I'll... [Her frown fades, and she offers her best businesswoman smile] hope to see you there.

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[Asami can be found at the shop most of the rest of the day, taking inventory and questioning what's happening in her life]

[ Tyler's more pissed than usual, and a whole lot of other emotions wrapped into one. So, he's not going to do the whole video thing where everyone can see him. It wasn't necessary, he just wanted to make a point, or just say something.]

Guess I won't need to go searching for a new apartment seeing as all of my roommates are gone now.

[ Sure he was being sarcastic, but really, he was upset about this. Matt was gone and Rebekah left not long after he did. Not to mention that Jessica was nowhere to be seen too. ]

Thanks for that. I mean, it's not like I'm having a hard enough time just getting used to everything still.

open action / sector three.

[ the drone of the wardens announcing a new day isn’t jarring to elena in the least. it’s the day’s number, through her fog of sleep, that snags her attention. the repetition of her list of crimes. she awakes slowly and all at once, her eyes on the ceiling of a quiet apartment, in a familiar room. she seats up with a start.

she ignores her welcome basket with a burst of disquiet in her gut, her mind already adding this up despite her reluctance to believe it. she gets up out of her old bed, devoid of sheets. moving into the hall, into the living room and adjoining kitchen doesn’t help. it’s empty. she made sandwiches with damon in that kitchen that first day here. curled up on that couch with caroline countless times.

it’s the thought of caroline, damon, everyone she’s left and who isn’t here -- that prompts her to abandon the emptiness of the apartment and recheck the morning messages for one thing.

day 245. she’s been -- where? lost in the stabilizer? -- for three days. her jaw tightens around the belated fear, anger, and frustration towards this place clawing her throat. the devastation of knowing she’s returned or even that she hasn’t gone anywhere. she squeezes the communicator in her hands, nearly hard enough to break, but she doesn’t. can’t. wouldn’t.

she slips it onto her ear instead and heads for the building’s exit. ]

( { private voice to caroline forbes, bonnie bennett. } )

( { private voice to stefan salvatore. } )

( { private voice to damon salvatore. } )

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open video.

[ it’s after she’s back at her apartment and talked to everyone she needs to that elena curls her feet under herself on her bed and makes a network-wide video. her eyes are glassy from all the reunions, but her smile is as reassuring as she can make it. ] Hey. It turns out I’m back. I guess the wardens weren’t done with me yet. [ there’s some weak wryness to lighten the mood. ] I thought everyone should know. [ and considering it’s newbie day: ] For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Elena.

( { private video to zatanna zatara. } )

(OOC: Meet Chloe under The Catterpillar effect. Open to all, affected or not!)

[Those who have seen Chloe since she arrived at Marina three days ago probably have never seen her smile like this. And she is definitely smiling. She's leaning by one of the tea party set ups, chilling as she speaks into her device.]

Hey Marina. I probably didn't introduce myself properly when I got here. I've been kinda worried about stuff that was going on back home before I got here. But what can I do, right? My hands are tied. Well, I guess cuffed is a better term. [She's actually laughing. It's a lazy kind of laughter, but it's there all the same.

As Chloe leans into the table, she sends a couple of teacups crashing to the floor and that makes her pause and look down at them, then shrug.] Oops. Oh well. [For a second, she just stares at the broken teacups and then she finally remembers she was talking to the camera and smiles.] Oh, Bart, Ollie. If you guys wanna chat and not talk about Davis and who is dead and who isn't, we should catch up!

What is everyone else up to today?

[ There were blankets set out in the lush parks of the prison, and on top a feast was spread out. Fine china and chubby pots of tea, delicate cake trays filled with tarts, biscuits and sandwiches; yes, anything the hungry and weary prisoners could wish for was laid out for their convenience.

The sun was shining brightly and a playful breeze rustles the leaves of the trees. Surely a wonderful day for a tea party! ]


((ooc: Mingle for your mingling needs! Event information can be found here! ))

[video + action]
[Bart's curiosity about the new home good samples had gotten the best of him. When the video feed clicks on, he's standing in Mahr, off to one of the sides of the aisles.]

Y'all saw those "samples" this morning, right? I was kind of curious, so I dropped by, and well... [He moves the device so that everyone can better see the chandelier on the ceiling.] I don't know about you guys, but I'd rather eat all the calamari in the world. Don't we have enough reminders that we're under the sea? ["Down isn't better, take it from me."]

[For those fortunate to run into him today, he's either at Mahr or Bullseye, grabbing snacks and extra coffee mugs for his crash course with M'gann. Plus, he might be scouting for basics that Chloe and Oliver might've missed while they were settling in. A guy's gotta look out for his friends, after all!]

[video/action - closed to M'gann]
[Bart had joked about an "Earth pop culture" crash course for a while, but the more he talked about it, the more he actually wanted it to happen. After half an hour of preparation (buying movies & grabbing snacks), he sent her a quick message to her comm device.]

Remember when I said I'd show you a bunch of classic Earth movies? Today's the day - if you're free, anyhow. I'm in Apartment [number] in Sector 2, so drop by whenever.

[Whenever she gets there, Bart's finished his errands - a speedster never needs that much time - and is already setting up for their first film. While he doesn't have much memories of his own childhood, even he knows that the films he's showing M'gann are total classics. Even if they're prisoners, pop culture education is a necessity in his eyes.]

[ Too bad no one invented smello-vision, or this transmission would be a whole lot more attention catching. Charlotte lets the camera pan over her kitchen table that is practically overladen with an assortment of pies: full size and cup, three-plum and pear with gruyere. Maybe she got some of Ned's stress baking or maybe prison life is just a little too boring today. ]

So... I think I went just a little bit overboard. I was supposed to bake some pies for a friend, but I guess she's not here anymore... at least, I haven't seen her around. [ A quiet thought to Dawn, one of her first friends and also the first to go. ] Either way, I have a lot more pie than I need.

Anyone want a slice? I'm in Apartment [ Number ] in Sector 4. I'll keep the door open — just follow the smell!

[Well this is new. Not that he didn't deserve to be in prison considering the amount of crimes he's committed over the years, even if they'd been in the name of pursuing truth and justice. Illegal was illegal, right?]

[He's not sure what to do right now, but he needs to figure it out, so he takes a deep breath and turns on the camera. An image of an attractive, late twenty-something year old man with light blonde hair and brown eyes appears. He's not smiling, and mostly he just looks very tired. There's a long red gash across his right cheek that looks fresh.]

Hey. I'm new here. [Now he hesitates. He doesn't know what to expect, or what to say next. A first for him, really. He always seemed to say whatever people wanted to hear. Or needed to hear.]

I'm Oliver Queen.

[ As mentioned by the wardens yesterday, Eric is hosting a costume party. The Blood Shack is lit by candles for the evening (he remembers the last party he had being interrupted by a power outage) and a small buffet of sorts has been erected. It furnishes mostly hors d'oeuvre and finer foods, things that Caroline picked out as Eric hasn't a clue about human food.

There is blood on tap (naturally) as well as a full bar. Eric has made certain to include water, sodas, tea and various non-alcoholic drinks.

The jukebox is playing a variety of music, but patrons are always invited to pick out their own music. The dance floor has a disco ball and there's the ever present 'dancing' pole on stage if someone gets brave. Tables are scattered about as are sofas and chairs so that people have a choice where they sit.

Enjoy yourself, mix, mingle and admire everyone's costume and everyone is required to have a costume in order to be here. ]

[ooc: I've turned off replies so if you want Eric's attention please tag his thread. Mingle here, have fun and be merry? Everyone is invited, including and especially newbies. ]

Hello, everyone, oldbies and newbies alike! My name is Aradia, for those of you that don't know me, and I have a proposition for you all.

I've found that the vast beauty of Sector 6 seems to be neglected, unless used for unsavory purposes, and I'd like to fix that! It would really be a shame to let such an interesting environment go unappreciated.

My solution is -- I'd like to set up an exploration team! Anyone and everyone is welcome, though I must stress that cruel and deliberate harm done to any living creature within will not be tolerated. This will be for adventure, not for you to work off violent tendencies.

I'll do my best to round up suitable gear for everyone interested, though any help would be appreciated. Right now, I'm just aiming to get a general idea of interest.

[ aradia sees absolutely no harm in this idea. honestly. sector 6 might be dangerous, but she, personally, is used to that kind of danger, and it doesn't phase her that she is essentially inviting in newbies with very little grasp on marina in general into somewhere like that -- they're capable of handling themselves, right? she's just being friendly. ]

Hello? [Chloe pauses, lifting a hand to the communicator to check it for a second. It reminds her of the communicator Oliver gave her when she first joined the team full time. It's only been a few months or so since then but it felt like a lifetime ago. Of course, everything is different now and she doesn't belong with the team anymore. She belongs in a prison.]

I guess this is working. [Her voice is monotone, her expression blank. She has just arrived and she already accepts why she is there. If helping Davis isn't enough wrong, she is guilty of plenty of other things. She doesn't feel sorry for herself for being in this position, but she is ashamed of all she's done. Not because she doesn't believe in the reasons behind the wrong she did but now she knows it was all for nothing. She was stubborn, she should have listened to the others and maybe the price she is paying by being locked up in here is nothing compared to what is happening out there to them now. If they are still there at all.] I just wanted to test the equipment.

[The video fades to black]

[Audio]

I'm Chloe Sullivan.

Welcome to Day 241. Old inmates, we have some new playmates for you. New inmates, good luck with that.

Now, what am I to do with myself? No mail to send out or punishments to announce. Not even a fulfilled request. Maybe I should take up racquetball or curling.

Okay... who wants to go bouncing! These things are so cool! I used to bounce on them any time we went to a fair. I'll be at the one in the library!!

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[Sure enough, she headed for the library. Unfortunately, the library still had all the books and shelves and all sorts of things, so it wasn't safe. It was just too cluttered for this sort of thing, and the karaoke bar, while kind of fun, might be a little too messy.

So, Kitty was bouncing around the gym now instead, trying her best not to make a huge mess of things.]

["Simple gravitational enjoyment"? That was something M'gann had to check out.

And of course she found the wonderful joy that was a giant bouncy castle version of the athletic complex. Well, sure she couldn't possibly pass this up!

So she climbed inside and began bouncing around. She didn't exactly want to be careful about things bouncing around so the poor bots were going to have more work than they normally would have. But she was having fun!

So she was bouncing away, the biggest smile she'd had on her face in a while. What could possibly make this day any better?]