MarinaNova Asylum

[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?

elena gilbert l

[ John opens the feed, not all that ready to say anything. He misses phones. The ring gives you time to anticipate, formulate what you want to say. ]

Would you like to have lunch?

jenna sommers l

[ This is easier. It's easier to not have emotions or to just be a dick. ]

How are the adjustments?

[ Prison. Vampirism. Shacking up with your Van-Helsing boy-toy. ]

open action l merlotte's

[ Today, John's spending most of his day here. He finds himself a little hungrier lately and he likes Sam. He also likes Sookie and that other waitress Jessica is not bad to look at. Come to think of it, none of them are. He feels aimless and maybe tomorrow he'll be productive - whatever that means in a place like this.

But, today he's just sitting at the bar. Come chat with him. ]

[ 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.]

[ to say that sookie was hurt would be an understatement. while she wasn't surprised that eric had done his fair share of kissing and had managed to smooch his way through the prison population, she was disappointed in him for not exercising a little more restraint or doing more to keep out of sight. all of her kisses had been accidental, unintentional encounters that happened while she was hiding out indoors, with one resulting in the (temporary, still on going) loss of her telepathy and her light. she would need to see how rogue was doing with all that, but right now, she had a more important question to ask of the network... ]

Alright. Who all here had the pleasure of kissing my vampire yesterday? Eric Northman, the asshole who can't seem to keep his fucking fangs in his pants.

[ hell hath no fury like a wounded southern belle with irrational tendencies scorned. ]

❧ private video; | marie d'ancanto rogue

You holding up okay? I imagine what my head's like on a daily basis can be a little overwhelming for someone who isn't used to it. Is there anything I can do? [ even though she can't really do much of anything for it while powerless, save recommend rogue find a vampire to hang around for the silence they provide until the telepathy stops. ]

[She’s breathing hard, strands of her strawberry blonde hair damp and in her face as she the feed starts. Jenna Sommers has most certainly had better days. It's actually somewhat appropriate that it's raining, just to make things that much better.]

This is…-someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on. First there’s vampires, and then there’s possessions, and witches, and…

[She cuts herself off, one hand coming up to her head as if she’s in pain. Her eyes blink rapidly, the light around her to bright to handle. Maybe she has a migraine coming on.]

My…niece called me. Elena. She was terrified. I have to find her.

[But then someone had grabbed her as she’d left the house. She remembered the taste of blood in her mouth. She turns her gaze toward the device, resolved and terrified and angry.]

Why is this happening!? Why can’t you just leave us alone!?

[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.)

[Eric wakes with a start, a headache and an oddly full feeling that only comes from feeding on blood rather than the bottled stuff. Sookie is already gone for the day, which is normal but there isn't any blood staining the sheets. He's got a whole new set of memories and he's not crazy about some of them. He shuffles off to the shower and spends an inordinate amount of time in there going through the new memories. He's not terribly pleased by some of them. He's not terribly pleased by a lot of them, but the most 'recent' ones, the one featuring Russell's demise...that's one he plays over and over. Revenge is sweet and makes a Viking Vampire a cocky bastard, especially when said cocky vampire wakes up one more to find he's the oldest most powerful vampire in his world. That tickles a little in all the right places. It gives him an extra happy to know that his willpower is way more than rock solid, even more than he'd thought it could be. By the time he gets out of the shower, he's whistling. Sure, not everything back home was going according to plan. There was that perpetual pain in his ass named Bill Compton, but Eric had time to figure that one out.]

[Video]

[Eric is smiling when the video comes up. Sure, it's his politician smile, but he's only got three kinds of smiles and this one is more friendly than his 'I am better than all of you. Now bow down and be my minion' smile, which is honestly the smile he wants to use. The only other option is his genuine, happy smile and very few people are ever privy to that one. He's wearing an outfit quite typical of Eric at work: black slacks and a black silk shirt, unbuttoned to the third button. He leans on the bar, a glass of synthetic blood at his elbow.]

What an extraordinary day, wouldn't you all agree? I do feel like celebrating. Come join me. [A well rehearsed chuckle.] The drinks are on me.

[Private to Sookie]

I need to speak to you at the bar as soon as possible.

[ooc: Eric has been canon updated to the end of S5]

[ he woke up in Quattro Park. is he dead? he should be. he kind of deserves it. unlike Angel, he'll recognize the headset at least from science fiction television and he'll put it on. he'll listen to the entire message, taking in the scene around him, including a list of his crimes. his mouth will only creep up into a smile once.

so that's it. fitting, really. ]

How many of you believe you deserve to be here? I only ask because this is a prison and while our justice system imprisons those who deserve it, there are others who are resigned to their fate. They turn themselves in. It's interesting because our wardens seem to be interested in our taking responsibility for our own actions yet they give us no choice in the matter.

[ He sacrificed himself for his daughter. Plain and simple. don't you think you could've taken him away willingly? he'd be dead, anyway ]

I'm interested in knowing if any of you have ever attempted an escape. In order to not bring the wrong attention upon myself, I'll add the caveat of merely being curious. I made careful note of your rules. What I mean, is that I believe I'm not the only one whose received a second chance.

I did the right thing. Did you all?

[ a beat before the feed cuts out. ]

And please tell me there's something to eat around here. I'm starving.