MarinaNova Asylum

Who is behind this, I will tear your heart out and eat it, if you do not return me back to my family.

I am not one to toy with.

[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.]

[ 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.

[ caroline is feeling the effects of the wonderland event, The Dormouse to be specific. so when the camera comes on, you see her face, her expression a tiny bit crazed maybe just because she's having a great time doing whatever.]

So... Guess what guys? [ she makes a face and suddenly vampire teeth click down from her actual teeth.] I'm a vampire! [ yeah, she says it like she's admitting her favorite color is blue or something.] Don't worry though, I don't eat people or anything.

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. } )

[Eric has been in a panic since he was woken by the incredibly distinct lack of the squishier emotions inside of him. He couldn't feel Sookie or her emotions and that had been a void deep enough to awaken the dead. Literally.

A check of all his abilities assured him that he was still a vampire and there was no physical reason for the bond to be broken. After a daylight search that had left him with a case of the bleeds and a certainty that Sookie was gone whether he wanted it or not, he'd gone to the Blood Shack. Walking into the familiar building had given him some hope. Sookie's scent still lingered there, but it was residual and nothing new. He walked to the bar, sorting through his emotions in the most distanced, analytical way possible in an attempt to control a rage and a pain that he'd only experienced once before: during Sookie's 'vacation' to fairyland. He filled a glass with blood and took a sip. That sip was enough blood to fuel the rage that bubbled so close to the surface even on a good day. The self control that Eric was so terribly proud of crumbled and the vampire broke apart in ways that he'd forgotten was possible.

It was easy to forget that Eric could be a weapon of perfect destruction. He was good at smiling and pretending. He was excellent at maintaining control of a frightening strength and rage. He was good at hiding the fact that he felt the negative spectrum of emotions so much easier than the positive ones. Through his bond with Sookie, he was able to tap into her emotions, able to feel them as if they were his own. He had gotten accustomed to what happy felt like and the complete lack of it left far too much space to fill with rage and anger, loss and pain. He hurled the glass of blood at the wall and screamed at the top of his lungs. There wasn't anything human or controlled about the way he began ripping things apart, tearing the building to pieces as an outlet for rage he didn't want to feel. It was difficult to tell because blood was still seeping from his eyes, ears and nose, but those were also blood tears running down his face.

He had so few people in this world he would weep at the loss of. The dome had managed to take away one. ]

[ooc: approach with caution. before the event. ]

[ those who know caroline and know her well, will be able to notice the tremor in it as she comes on the comms. she's quiet and subdued. and for good reason. her best friend, her rock, the person whose friendship they just got back on track is gone. she still has bonnie and stefan, she loves them just as much, but elena is elena.]

Cheerleading practice is cancelled today. [ she's barely holding it together now.] For those who knew her.... Elena Gilbert is gone. Trust me, I've checked and doubled check. I'm sorry. [ and with that, she turns off her device before she can start to cry. chances are, if she doesn't know you, her response will be delayed by a few hours. ]

[ caroline's sitting in the park with a happy sort of smile. she's feeling good about things for the first time in a long time. she's wearing her work out gear, probably doing stretches.]

Want to be a cheerleader? Yes, this place has a cheer team and you can be a part of it. Come to signups today at 1pm here at Två Park!

Also! Everyone should come to the costume party that Eric Northman is throwing tomorrow. Whoever has the best costume gets a prize!

[private to elena]

Tomorrow's the party, you're going right? It's normal. We need normal, right?

[private to eric]

So what are you dressing up as at your party? Because wearing all black and being all lurky so does not count.

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 240 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ overcast with occasional showers ].

In an effort to promote [ athleticism and simple gravitational enjoyment ], certain areas of the dome have been temporarily redesigned. Please take this into consideration as you go about your daily [ rehabilitation ].

Due to recent events, [ Merlotte's ] is no longer inmate run. [ Maintenance robots ] will operate the establishment until further notice and the name will revert to the previous name of [ Rusty Spoon ]. Inmates interested in operating said establishment are encouraged to contact the kiosk. We appreciate your cooperation.

Inmate [ Eric Northman ] will be hosting a costume party tomorrow. The stores have been stocked with material for [ artistic arrangements of accessories ] and [ clothing worn to portray a persona ] for this particular purpose. Your enjoyment is very important to us.

[Mail delivery of the day:

Postcard from Dirk Strider to Calliope
Postcard from Dirk Strider to Aradia Megido
Postcard from Dirk Strider to Peter Parker
Postcard from Dirk Strider to Helen Magnus
Postcard from Dirk Strider to Seven of Nine
Postcard from Dirk Strider to Tyki Mikk
Postcard from Dirk Strider to Artemis Crock
Postcard from Dirk Strider to Saetan SaDiablo
Postcard from Dirk Strider to Euphemia li Britannia
Postcard from Dirk Strider to M'gann M'orzz]

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here! Information about the bouncy-castle mini event can be found here! )

[ With Pepper the puppy in tow, Caroline makes her way to Stefan's place. After the most awkward group therapy, she kind of just wants a break, honestly. Therapy can do that to you, give you clarity, make you realize what you want or what, really, you need. Because while her mind still aches thinking about how complicated everything is, she's pretty sure of what her heart needs, what it wants now, even if it's selfish.

Standing at his door, she takes in a breath before knocking, glancing down at Pepper and hoping that Stefan's home. Normally, she'd bring a bottle of something or maybe some food, but right now, she feels to anxious to eat and well, drinking is probably not the best idea considering the black wrist band on her arm and the one that matches it on his.]

[ when you're feeling down and all else fails, nothing lifts your spirits faster than... PUPPIES. that's right, caroline's at the pet shop, sitting on the floor, letting little puppies crawl all over her. she's holding one in particular, stroking it gently before she addresses the camera. you may notice that caroline is not her usual bright, shiny self.

guilt tends to take the luster away from life, doesn't it. and this whole forget by playing with puppies thing isn't exactly working.]

So I'm thinking about getting this one, maybe, if my roomies are okay with it. [ because something to focus on other than what's going on seems like a great idea. she'll see about applying for ownership.] I'm open to name suggestions.

[ she runs her hand over the puppy's back before she seems to remember something--] Oh! By the way, for all the new people, who do have a cheerleading team, if you're interested, contact me here, I can tell you more.

[ threads will be started in the comments! also! if anyone wants to poke caroline this is where you can do it! judge her on her poor life decisions!]

[ she wakes with a gasp. it's a dream for a moment, the nightmare she's never been able to shake, if not repress. the water in her lungs strangling her, reaching out her hand to say goodbye to her dad, knowing her mom was dead and they were going to die.

the peace she felt, that one moment, letting it all in.

but she doesn't remember only that, waking up.

( closed to caroline forbes, bonnie bennett, and anyone in else in their apartment: )

[ the video clicks on and a confused and very pissed off guy comes into focus. tyler had been running from klaus for weeks and being stuck here, wasn't exactly the plan. ]

What the hell is this?

If I don't get some answers, someone's goin' to get hurt. I don't have time for this crap and honestly you don't want to piss me off!

[ too late for that, but he's using his 'intimidation' technique. ]

And what is with this list? What the hell is wrong with this system? Are you kiddin' me? Dude...way to make me out as a bad guy.

[ he thought things were slowly falling into place, that soon he would be able to come back home to Mystic Falls, but this wasn't the case. an underwater prison was going to be torture, controlling his anger will be harder than he thinks. ]

[The network opens to Jessica who's taken the time to find some other outfits before doing this this time.]

Feels I went home for a bit, or somethin'. Or I got new memories anyways -- I remember hearin' bout that happenin' to other people. Last thing I remember was it bein' day 216 -- that was twelve days ago. The orange don't suit me much better than it did the first time. Whatever's goin' on it's sure as hell fuckin' weird.

[There's a pause, and then she adds.]

I gotta question for everyone though. If someone you loved, someone you really hurt but still care about, if they wanted to forget about you completely -- what would you do? Like if you could do that for them, would you?

[Because she did. But she's still not sure how she feels about it. Even if she's not in love with Hoyt anymore she still cares about him. For what that's worth.

There's other things, things with Bill and the Authority but that she doesn't want to talk about so publically. How he 's turned into a religious fanatic like her birth parents used to be. It makes her skin crawl. The memories are fresh and make her feel sick to her stomach. She'd rather not focus on them too much.

She closes the feed at that.]

[ there's a walk of shame and then there is a walk of shame. there's no way caroline can get away with it, not that she thinks she should, but her clothes are rumbled and her hair (usually curly perfection) is a wet tussled mess. yeah, she had the decency to take a shower after... well, yeah. she's not ashamed of what happened, she... had a great time but she is ashamed that she didn't really clear that with elena first.

and now came the hard part. the telling elena part. and when she comes into the apartment, she's not sure if elena will be in her room or around the apartment. but she's got take out as if that will somehow soften the whole 'i slept with your ex-boyfriend' blow. but it's the right thing to do, to tell her, especially considering caroline knows it'll be announced to the whole network tomorrow, much to her embarrassment. ]

Elena?

[ this is her first time doing one of these without gran, and something she thought was going to be difficult for those very reasons is actually rather therapeutic, heartwarming -- a glance back at her roots, back when she was just adele stackhouse's weird granddaughter and not that fae who mingles with vampires. sookie contributes a few dishes from her gran's old recipes, along with something lafayette taught her to make. she's got all the tables in this part of trois park covered with checkered table clothes of varying colors, lots of plastic silverware, paper plates, cups, and napkins at the ready, and a stack of picnic blankets folded up on one of the benches for those who wish to sit on the grass instead of at a table. sookie even brought a long a mesh bag full of sports equipment -- or rather, a couple frisbees, a football, soccer ball, basketball, and even some hacky sacks. (she's not the sports type, but jason would always be off playing something with the other guys.)

hopefully she didn't leave anything out. hopefully this will help cheer everyone up some, both the new arrivals and those still dealing with the days they spent in that other prison. ]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 225 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ chilly with dropping temperatures over the afternoon, followed by steady snowfall come nightfall ].

In the spirit of [ rehabilitation ] we will observe an Earth Holiday during day [ 226 ]. For this occasion, the stores will have a temporary stock of suitable gifts, decorations and clothing suitable for cold weather. We encourage you to [ enjoy ] this celebration and invoke the spirit of generosity and gift-giving commonly found in organics.

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking the [ facility rules ]. Full details of their punishment will be transmitted to their devices shortly.

Zelgadis Graywars: Injury
Caroline Forbes: Sex
Stefan Salvatore: Sex

[Mail delivery of the day: Postcard from Yuuri Shibuya to everyone ]

Requests for inmates [ Penelope Garcia and Aidan Reilly ] are now available for pickup at the Kiosk.

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

((OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! The Christmas/snow event will be sneak-starting this dayweek so make sure you've read up on the details! ))

[Caroline comes on camera, she's at the Blood Shack. Seriously, what's the point of really hiding it anymore? She's a vampire, if people figure it out, they figure it out. But for now, nothing she does really screams I'M A VAMPIRE. Her thoughts have turned darker as of late but somehow she manages to ask this in her usual perky tone--]

So my fellow prisoners, question. If you had only a few days left to live or something what would do with that time? What's your, like, 'My last day on Earth or in Marnia' bucket list?

[ she's actually using the video feature for this post and she's looking... well, what can be seen of her doesn't look great, but neither does it look awful. her arms aren't visible, which is probably for the best, and her cheeks are almost healed. thank goodness for superficial and quickly-healed injuries. either that or she's at just the right angle that it's difficult to see. for those who have run into her lately, she looks almost pleasant and she certainly sounds much better than she did a few days ago. ]

For those who may be interested, Sector 3 now has a medical clinic. It won't replace the hospital, by any means, but I thought, under the circumstances, there might be others like myself who would feel better being cared for by a fellow inmate.

[ at least she knows she'll feel better with it here. ]

I've only received permission to deal with small things, so consider it more of a nurse's station and less a doctor's office. However... [ here she gives a slight pause. this is where things will get interesting. ] I assure you that I am more than capable of handling anything necessary. My experience covers everything from papercuts to burns to complex neurological surgeries and I can take care of any species that walks across the threshold, be it human or something else entirely.

[ she means that, actually. ]

In light of that, I would also like to offer informal lessons. If you'd like to offer assistance or simply want to know more about medicine from the late 1800's to 2011, by all means. I would welcome the company.

Good day to all of you.


[ ooc: info post is here for anyone interested. ]