MarinaNova Asylum

[ It's something she wanted to do since she arrived. Something she'd needed to do since long before she even knew about underwater prisons and therapy sessions that make you spill your guts more than you ever wanted in your life. She doesn't like lying and yet she's so very good at it... but no more. Ned isn't here to tell her no. Emerson isn't here to give her That Look. She can do whatever she wants here and she wants to do this.

Of course, that doesn't stop her from fidgeting, eyes kept off the camera. ]

Hey, so... some day yesterday, huh? It kind of got me thinking... and I have a confession to make.

When I first arrived here, I introduced myself as Kitty Pimms. That's not my real name. Back home some people know me as the Lonely Tourist, but my name is Charlotte Charles. It's a long story. Actually, maybe it's not a very long story at all. [ A beat. ] I was murdered and then I came back. Almost everyone thought I was still dead and apparently you can't just go up to people and say "hey, guess what? I'm alive!" even though you really want to and so I had to go around pretending that I'm someone I'm not just so...

[ Just so, what? She's still not sure of that answer. ]

Anyway... hi. I'm Charlotte. It's been very nice to meet you all.

[Should you be lucky enough to get enrolled into this group, you will be led to the beach—specifically, one of the beach huts in a low-traffic area, which has been primed with an assortment of chairs organized in a circle around a table. All the delicious and comforting snacks and beverages you could want await you in the back of the hut.]

[It's a very relaxing setup: an ocean-side view, the soothing sound of waves washing along the shore, and the salty sea air permeating everything. Just ignore the bots hovering the perimeter a few yards beyond the hut. They won't bother you unless you try to escape.]

( Activity suggestions )

[When the feed clicks on it shows Bonnie sitting down at a table, a steaming cup of coffee in front of her. There's also a few pastries on a plate next to it.]

Today marks my first month here. I don't think it's something you particularly celebrate but if I had to celebrate anything, it would be the friends I have in this place. Both the ones from home and the people I've befriended in prison. I think that deserves some acknowledgment so if anyone wants to talk about the good things, come down to the bean crushers coffee place. I'll be there for the afternoon.

That's about it.

Thanks.

Welcome to Day 235. Are you excited to hear who won the prison-wide raffle? No?

Oh, that must be because we didn't tell you we were doing one. Well, we did. We do hope you appreciate good surprises since Jack Harkness is getting one. Do come and hear the options for what you've won.

While this means the rest of you are losers, it doesn't mean you will stay that way. There will be other morale-promoting raffles in the future. It's also possible Jack Harkness will choose something that benefits more than just himself. Stay tuned.

In other news, criminals are doing criminal things. Full details of their punishments will be submitted directly to their communicators.

Yuuki Kuran Sex
Zero Kiryuu Sex

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Mail submissions can be left here. Raffle details.)

[Sam Winchester is a tall man under any circumstances, but he might seem just a little extra tall while he's standing for the lecture and everyone else is seated. It's probably less imposing since he is wearing plaid though. It's hard to be imposing in plaid.]

( Demons : Crossroads Deals )

[ Buffy's emotions are at war with each other. She's not sure what to feel and she hasn't been since she heard the morning announcement. Shock definitely came first followed closely by a fury that she usually reserves for those attempting to destroy the world, or at least Sunnydale. The fury is tempered by worry then by something that closely resembles logic, at least for Buffy.

She takes her time getting out of bed, showering and swinging by the Bean Crusher to grab coffee and danish before she goes to Dawn's room and knocks on the door. ]

Dawnie, I've got coffee and danish in here for breakfast.


| Post talk with Dawn at the Athletic Complex |

[ Buffy can be found here wailing on things with a particular purpose. Sometimes it's very difficult for her to remember that Dawn is nearly nineteen years old and not fourteen. She knows that this isn't Dawn's first time. There was the whole Thricewise demon thing to remind her of that. She also knows that Dawn and Xander were sharing a one bedroom apartment and Xander wasn't sleeping on the couch. It's still difficult to accept that her baby sister is having sex. It's even harder to deal with the fact that the Wardens find it perfectly acceptable to broadcast such private details. She's not mad at Dawn, not really. She's not even mad at Peter though she will pull his entrails out through his nose if he hurts Dawn. She's just trying to resolve all of her feelings the best way she knows how: by hitting things.

After she hits things and showers, she'll probably head to Merlotte's. She seriously needs a drink and she needs to tell Sam that she won't be working this evening simply because her patience and focus are nil and did she mention that she really needs a drink?]

| Pre talk with Dawn |

[Very briefly Buffy will be out getting coffee and danish at the Bean Crusher, but she'll be in a hurry to get back to talk to Dawn before her sister gets up and leaves. ]

[ooc: Semi open to those that would have noticed this and come to speak to Buffy about it. ]

VIDEO
[It's the afternoon and there are many people visiting! Hikaru absolutely couldn't pass up this opportunity for a celebration!]

Attention, attention, ladies and gentlemen! This is very last minute, but I know you won't be able to say no to an opportunity like this! [He winks!]

Let's gather around, bring your friends and have a party at around 2:00pm in Sector 4, starting at Chill! Who doesn't love ice cream on a nice day like this? I'll bring the music and the energy if you promise to stop by!

And when you get sick of ice cream and desserts, there are other great places nearby, perfect for the nightlife such as Merlotte's, Devil's Compass, among others! Help your friends have a fun day, and show them that being in prison isn't so bad!

[Hey, isn't he such a great advertiser for these businesses and Marina Nova, huh?!]

I better see you there!

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MINGLE
[Chill, the ice cream parlor in Sector 4, will have colorful table cloths on their tables, and a radio playing some music that will help people get in the party mood! Ice cream, desserts, dancing and socializing, what could be more fun?]


[ooc: Let's treat this like a mingle! Just drop a comment with your character hanging out and tag around! You can specify whether they're at the ice cream parlor, or if you want to start something taking place after the party, that's fine too! Anything goes! Link to respond specifically to Hikaru's video in case anyone is interested in that Right Here!]

Uh, Spike? [Have one blond vampire by way of California peering into her communicator, Marina.] Blondie bear?

What's going on here? Is this another one of your weird slayer fantasy things? Am I supposed to find you and not be able to thrust my pointy stake into your heart because I want you too much? Because I'm not doing it! Not after you brought me to who knows where and just gave me this ugly headset thing. You have to at least ask first.

Besides, I'm tired of playing that one. Buffy doesn't even have good hair. Would an extra minute on the conditioner kill her? I bet she's all, "no, I can't deep moisturize because I'm the chosen one, and I have to save the world" or something. Please, like she's the only one with things to do.

Come ooon, Spike. I'm not going to wait for you to answer, forever you know? I'm a vampire in my prime, and I could have any undead hunk I want. I won't stay out here all day! The sun is bad for my— Wait, sun?!

[Immediately trying to frantically brush the sun off as if it was a swarm of bees.] I'm burning! I'm burning!

...I'm...not burning?

[There is a very tall, pale, blonde man on the screen. He's wearing dark clothes and his blonde hair is slicked back. He gives the camera a charming smile. ]

I understand we're to be inundated with visitors today. I also understand that a sudden arrival here can be a disconcerting and that often requires a drink. I invite everyone to come have a drink at the Blood Shack in sector four. We've got a wide variety of drinks, both ordinary and unusual.

Come spend your day with us at the Blood Shack. We'd be delighted to have you.

[ The video clicks off.

Those that decide to take Eric up on his invitation, will find the Blood Shack up and running. During the day, a few bots can be found doing some of the mundane things like delivering drinks to tables, but during the evening Eric will be behind the bar and the presence of bots is reduced. The bar itself is dimly lit with small tables and booths places about. There's a dance floor and a stage with a pole at one end. The other end of the stage is occupied by what can only be called a throne, which Eric occupies when Spike is behind the bar. There is also a jukebox that customers can play. ]

[ooc: feel free to use this as an open mingle. I've turned off comments so if you want to speak directly to Eric, comment there.]

[ Buffy has a routine. She doesn't necessarily want a routine, but she's got one. It starts reasonably early in the morning.

[Morning--Sector 1--Athletic Complex]

Buffy jogs to the athletic complex dressed in a zipped hoody, tank and yoga shorts. She spends the next couple of hours going through tai chi movements, stretching and wailing on a punching bag and/or fighting dummy. Once she's worked all the restlessness that comes with being a slayer and nothing to slay out, she jogs back to her apartment. She can be interrupted on the way to the complex, during her workout or on her way back to her apartment.

[Mid Morning/Afternoon--Sector 4--Closed to Dawn]

Once she's showered, Buffy yells for Dawn. Yes, they live in the same two bedroom apartment, but that doesn't mean that yelling isn't necessary. It's a sister thing.

"Dawnie!! Breakfast is a thing we should go do."

They'd probably end up shopping as well. It was a common Summers bonding activity.

[Evening--Sector 4--Merlottes]

Evening finds Buffy doing something else routine. She's at Merlotte's waiting tables for the dinner shift. Feel free to have her wait on your table, catch her in between tables or at the bar. ]

[ooc: specify where your character is running into Buffy]

[Sam is a little nervous about today's class. The first two were easy enough. As far as he can tell there are no "real" ghosts in the prison and definitely no wendigos. Werewolves on the other hand? There's definitely one and he considers him a friend. He'd be lying if he said he didn't also consider him a threat. After all it wasn't that long ago he hurt Martha and maybe others when the prison played with their emotions. It wasn't Oz's fault, but it happened and it could happen again. It was something that resonated with him considering the way things ended with the subject of his case study.

If the teacher looks a little more affected by this particular lesson than he was by the first two, it's because he is. It's personal, but the fact that it can be a threat here makes it all the more important to get the information out there.]

Today's subject is werewolves. Before we start, I just want to remind everyone of the basics. I'm providing information researched in my world. It may or may not apply to any other werewolves you meet at home or here.
( Werewolves )

Questions & Discussion
That's all I have, so, let me know your thoughts.

(OOC: Mingle style. Notifs are off so tag Sam during class with questions or catch him before or after. Use your discretion with the links provided. Sam didn't necessarily cover every detail and he definitely avoided anything after his season 5 canon point like "vamptonite", or super personal like sleeping with Madison, but feel free to bring more into it.)

[Peter is crouched on the very edge of the building on his heels, chin in his hand. He's got his Spider-man suit on underneath his clothes and the mask shoved in his backpack, which is slung over one shoulder.

The last couple of days have given Peter a lot to think about. He's spent most of his time here wanting to go home, but when they were in the Squall prison, he just wanted to get back here. Home is supposed to be the people you care about and it is. He misses his Aunt Mae so much. He misses the smell of coffee brewing in the morning and breakfast cooking downstairs. He misses listening to the back and forth of his aunt and uncle over the dinner table. He misses school, Gwen and the skyscrapers in New York. He misses that sort of anonymity that New York City affords people, but he's come to realize that there are things about this place that he would miss if he were taken as well. The creature comforts are only a part of it, but he would be lying if he said that they weren't. The people are the larger part of it. He's made friends here, come to care and he would miss those people if he went home tomorrow. He's not sure how to deal with that.

His powers are back, and that's given him something else to ponder. Peter isn't sure who he is without his powers anymore. At one time, watching Gwen walk away, he thinks he would have given anything to be the old Peter Parker, but now, having been stripped of his powers twice, he's not so sure he really would. There was nothing wrong with the old Peter Parker. He didn't hate who he was, but he enjoys his powers. It doesn't hurt that he can do some real good with his powers. As the old Peter Parker, he was limited in what he could do by his body. Having powers, in his mind, gives Peter a chance to redeem himself for the mistakes he's made, for Uncle Ben's death, for Captain Stacy's death, for what he helped Dr. Connors do. With his powers muted, he'd felt blind, deaf and numb. He closes his eyes, listening to the sounds of the dome. He can feel the air on his skin, and smell the food from the vendors.

Feel free to notice the boy perched on the edge of the building. He's not opposed to talking to someone, in fact, if he sees people walking by he might jump down to talk to them. He just needed some time to think and he really likes heights. If he had his shooters and webbing, he'd be hanging upside down somewhere.]

Uh, guys? I think I know what happened to the giant sea creature we had knock, knock, knocking on our lack of a door a few days ago.

[He pans the video down to what one of the street food carts in sector 0 is serving today.]

Too soon?

Oh no! I'm innocent! I didn't have a trial! I was in the middle of something really important, and most of all I hate orange!

[She manages to look adequately distressed, but there is a note of insincerity in the voice.]

I don't know what to do. Tell me how you've been coping.

I'm listening.

When I said I wanted to get out of Mystic Falls for a while, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Ruins of some ancient prison in Italy or China, maybe, but not underwater and in some alien dimension, or however the hell that's supposed to work. [ if he's getting the gist of this right. he's going by video game logic here. ]

And what happened to a trial by a jury of your peers? Is that not a thing on Planet X? Too human a concept for you? Is throwing eighteen-year-olds in prison for skipping a couple of classes back in high school [ and eradicating an entire vampire bloodline via staking finn mikaelson, but shhhh ] just something you do for fun around here?

[ just when things had calmed down and the world was returning to normal (or as normal as the world was capable of getting after everything that happened back home), this happens. it's just his luck, too. nothing ever stayed good for matt donovan. his life sucked, and it looks like graduating from high school meant it was only going to get suckier from here on out. ]

So much for the world tour.

[She's so sick of this prison. If it's not losing people to dimensional stabilizers than it's getting in stuck in super prisons with no powers and mandatory activities. And now she's back to the first one with a slew of new confusing memories to deal with.

Fantastic.

At least now she knows what else the Niklaus here had been hiding from her -- he had disowned her. It recolors some of the interactions here in the prison to be certain and she finds herself suddenly grateful she had decided to turn on him before he got the chance to turn on her again.

Not that it matters now. He isn't here anymore.

And neither is Kol. Who's dead back home. There's so much new information to process, she doesn't know where to begin. So she tries to push it down.

She opens up the feed, a bored expression on her face.]

So did everyone come back here with a slew of fun new memories to torment themselves with, or is that a special little gift they gave me?

[ooc: someone's been canon updated to the end of season 4. So there may be spoilers referenced in her post and replies.]

[ It's a wonderful, stormy day here in Squall Asylum and vacation time is officially over! Your gracious overlords have worked out a light itinerary for you today and they expect you to keep it.

Get in line to pick up your food rations for the day. Eat breakfast if you have time for it, or perhaps you'd rather skip this one time and save yourself the discomfort during the two hours of exercise that follow. Jogging, jumping jacks or perhaps impromptu team sports, whatever you end up doing you bet you'll come out exercised in the end!

Should you not want to participate... well. We have ways to make you join in. Anyone reluctant to get their heart rate up will get a helpful electric prod by one of the bots until they comply. Tough cookies.

Luckily you'll get a chance to wash off that sweat (hope you're not shy, the wash room can get crowded) before it's time for the silent game for an hour, followed by lunch. The day is not over yet though! There's still time for a couple of hours of hard labor tending to the crops, doing laundry or perhaps breaking bricks in the yard. To make sure none of the inmates are broken this is also the time for mandatory physical checkups — bots will guide you to the hospital. No ifs or buts. The violation of personal privacy is for your own good, we promise.

Isn't it nice, being in prison? ]

((ooc: This mingle takes place during all of day 222. A bullet-point for of the itinerary can be found here, where we also encourage you to direct any questions. Event info is here if you need it. ))

[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.))

Welcome or welcome back to Paranormal Studies.

[Sam starts off with another disclaimer-type comment for the new students as he did at the beginning of his last class about how this isn't a class on hunting.]
( Wendigo )

Questions & Discussion

Okay, I think that's everything I had. Has anyone else ever heard of or encountered a Wendigo or something similar? Or are there any questions?

(OOC: Backdated to late afternoon. Mingle style. Notifs are off so tag Sam during class with questions or catch him before or after. Use your discretion with the links provided. Sam didn't necessarily cover every detail, but feel free to bring more into it. Warnings for talk of cannibalism and torture.)