MarinaNova Asylum

[ 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! ]

[The feed opens up to Rebekah's perhaps eeringly cheerful face.]

I'm sure you all heard my friend Quinn [ Friend, it's a weighted word at the moment, she can only hope Elena delivers the vervain to her soon.] talk about the idea of a Sadie Hawkins dance. You know, girls ask the boys, that sort of thing. Very fun and modern, and honestly, it gets tiresome waiting for men to get their nerves up, doesn't it?

It's scheduled for day 211, and we plan on having it on the beach. The theme? Why a luau of course. I figure it can start in the early evening, around sundown perhaps?

We do hope you all can come and as it's only a day away you had better get asking before all the eligible men in prison are invited. You wouldn't want to go alone now would you?

[Not that she has any idea of who to ask -- she doesn't exactly have a burst of romantic prospects at the moment, but she'll figure something out.

In any case, she'll cut off the feed there for now.]

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!]

Yesterday was weird even for this place. I'm still not sure why the ducks were wearing pants.

Mm, but at least it stopped which is good because we're having baseball practice today! So, meet me out at the practice fields if you want to join a team. We're a little short, so it would be great to get some more players before we have our first game in the new prison!

(OOC: Respond to Yuuri's video here. Otherwise, you can use the action as a mingle to play with other players or potential players or lurkers. Team Roster. Backdated to IC afternoon.)

We need a Sadie Hawkins. [ seemingly unprompted, but it's been on her mind for a while now. something wholesome and fun that everyone can participate in without pesky age requirements or being weary of stepping foot in a bar or a vampire-owned establishment. ] It's a dance - not as formal as prom, but there's usually a theme of some kind involved. For example, my sorority at Yale was planning on holding a Phantom themed Sadie Hawkins towards the end of the fall semester. Our theme will definitely not be anything involving Andrew Lloyd Webber. Rebekah and I will be working out those details - theme, where, when...

[ because her original vampire bestie is the obvious choice for partner in dance planning crime. ]

Another thing: the girls usually do the asking for a Sadie Hawkins. None of this misogynistic nonsense of waiting for a guy who's never going to notice you to ask you to go to the dance with him. You get to make him sweat and worry that no-one's going to ask him and he'll be forced to go stag. But, since I know not everyone is of the heterosexual persuasion here, I say interpret the tradition as it applies to you. If you're a boy who likes boys, ask a boy. You don't have to go with a girl if that's not who you are. This should be something fun for us, not anything that makes people feel uncomfortable.

[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?

Sector Zero Plaza

[She probably should have done this days ago, after she got the punishment but other things came up, like her home being burnt down, the whole kissing day adventure, and then another one of her brothers showing up. But she's doing it now. For an hour only -- or possibly longer if she gets distracted and has to start -- she will be standing on a box in the center of things, posing as if she was a statue. The poses shift periodically, but all of them have the same confident air to them, the same arrogant annoyance in her stance as if she's better than this whole practice. Apparently, this whole thing is supposed to be teaching her patience.

Whatever, she just wants this done with already.]

The Blood Shack

[After her punishment is over she heads to the bar as quickly as she can get to and sits down to order herself a drink, a double even. She could use one, after being made to stand forever like that. Really. What an annoying punishment. She's pretty sure it didn't teach her anything except to stab her brother a little more lightly next time. In any case, she'll be spending some time here, drowning her annoyance until whenever she decides to move on.]

[Action]

[It's noon, but instead of being in one of the many food joints the dome has like usual, Saber's at the little convenience store in Sector 1, much like she was yesterday and sadly will be for the next week. She's got a packaged sandwich or two and a few vitamin drinks, but her arms are mostly full of bags of chips and pop, enough to do a small party-- but it's all for her, to last her the day.

It's pretty clear in the way she loudly drops it all on the counter for the bot to bag up that this menu doesn't agree with her]



[Voice]

In order to complete my... punishment, I am required to present the population with a game that can be played verbally over devices and encourages thinking. [You can hear how little she thinks of this in her dry tone-- less on the being punished, actually, and more what she has to do. Really, if you're going to punish someone, at least make it something actually punishing. Like hard labor]

Thus, the game I propose goes as such: a noun is chosen, and the opponent must choose another noun that can "defeat" it in some manner-- however the first letter must be alphabetically after the first letter of the starting noun. For example, "cat" loses to "dog", or "knight" is bested by "lord". The game continues until one is unable to find an appropriate response.

I will, naturally, accept all challenges, but please play amongst each other as well. There are unfortunately no prizes to be had, save for pride in your wit.

[ The feed comes on and we're greeted with the sight of a bed-headed Ferris Bueller, his t-shirt and pajama pants obscured by a tremendously fluffy bathrobe, sitting on the edge of the bed in his room. ]

Hi, good morning. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Ferris Bueller, and I'm about to monopolize this particular feed on your headgear for the day. Sorry about that, but I haven't been given much of a choice in the matter.

[ As he speaks, he stands up and starts walking - out of the bedroom and down the hallway of his apartment. ]

I know what you're thinking, here I am, chatting you up, letting you know I'm going to keep this going all day, and denying any responsibility whatsoever. It sounds sketchy, like I just like hearing myself talk. Well, I do like hearing myself talk, I'm not going to lie about that. I think you should like hearing yourself talk, because if there's one voice you're going to hear a lot of in your life, it's your own. Seems like you might as well get comfortable with it.

But back to the topic at hand, no, I'm not just doing this to hear myself talk all day long. Even a good thing wears thin after a while, and frankly, I'm not sure how much mileage my vocal cords are going to give me before I go all croaky on you.

[ And he clears his throat, making a tiny croaking noise. ]

I'll apologize for that in advance, too, just in case. Anyway, it so turns out that here, if the wardens don't know who committed a crime and they think it's physically possible that you could have committed said crime, even if you didn't, you're guilty until proven innocent. Under most circumstances, I'd act like that's some kind of appalling shock, that I simply cannot bring myself to believe the gross injustice of assuming the worst of everyone - but it's not like I could very well claim to be surprised by that kind of attitude, given the circumstances under which they brought us all here to begin with. Not exactly a massive stretch of the imagination.

Which brings us to the next phase of the wardens thinking you did something: punishment. It so turns out that my particular punishment is... well, this. Broadcasting my day - all day. The wardens say they want me to show that I have nothing to hide, and to be totally honest with you, I don't particularly mind. I've always been what most might call an open, sharing individual. So here you go - wardens, my fellow abductees, and eavesdropping deep-sea life - FerrisVision, your all-day, all-access connection to Ferris Bueller, who has nothing to hide.

[ He pauses here, at the bathroom door, and arches a brow, one sly little smirk. ]

Well. Almost nothing to hide. You stay out here, kids.

[ And he removes the headpiece, perching it so it has a near-perfect view of a hula dancer sitting in front of his stereo. He turns said stereo on, playing London Calling. ]

I'll leave you with some company.

[ And he flicks the hula girl before he walks off to the bathroom, making her dance for anyone watching. At least until she loses momentum, anyway. ]


[ ooc: So Ferris is broadcasting, open and unfiltered, all day long. Which means that if you interact with him, it will be on the network. Which means no privacy at all. He'll also be out and about in the dome later, so FEEL FREE to run into him. Of course, if you hit him up in action, your character will appear on his video feed. Threadjacking anything is obviously fair game, given the nature of the post and his "punishment". It remains to be seen, but I might do one or more additional post(s) with him later on in the dayweek. ]

[ being the centre of attention has always been kol's goal in his incredibly long life; sticking out like a sore thumb in a place he isn't familiar with is not something he prides himself in. he sheds the orange jumpsuit almost immediately, fortunately finding himself at bull's eye where he slips on a shirt and a pair of jeans and grabs himself a coat. finding his movements sloppier and slower than usual has the frustration already gnawing heavily at his bones, but kol, with his pulled, bright, tight-lipped smile, and a little skip to his step, doesn't let it consume him completely just yet.

the light sprinkling of rain is nothing compared to the suffocating movements of the jumpsuit. he doesn't react to it once he's dropped the mandatory clothing behind a corner of one of the buildings. the place is unfamiliar, just as the headset he dons is, and while he enjoys being taken to mysterious and pretty places, he much prefers to choose which direction he takes; left or right, coffin or freedom.

happening upon the tier apartments community, kol finds his patience has been justly rewarded. looking forward to a nice hot shower and a delicious meal - and a few answers explaining what exactly is happening in this new prison he's apparently found himself in not by his own choice, but by someone else's (which isn't something he's completely unused to) - he lingers outside as he looks up at the building, attempting to hear something that his ears aren't quite picking up on just yet. ]