MarinaNova Asylum

[ 'Have you ever thought that everything is your fault? Do you pile guilt on your shoulders, regardless of where fault lies? Do you sometimes blame yourself for a diminishing environment? Have you ceased bothering to cry 'but there were circumstances'! Then this is the therapy group for you!

The Personal Guilt Therapy session takes place in one of the classrooms in the education center. It looks very much like other therapy sessions you might have been herded into: plastic chairs in a circle around a low circle shaped table. Refreshments sit on a table near the door with cookies, pastries, coffee and hot water to dunk generic tea bags in. There are also a few envelopes of stale hot chocolate mix.

Rather than assault you with a battery of questions, the table in the center simply has a directive, a guide if you will, to talking about your guilt. The questions are written upon white paper then taped securely to the center of the table.

Once you've gotten yourself some refreshments and settled a bit discuss the following among your peers these questions:

*What do you personally feel guilty for? Why?
*What were the circumstances surrounding these things you feel guilty about?
*Was there any way to change the outcome that caused your guilt?
*Does anyone else blame you?
*How does your guilt affect your everyday life either back home or here?

ooc: as per all the other therapy sessions, don't feel it necessary to limit your character to these options. Mingle, make new threads, profit! ]

 [The call to those placed in abandonment therapy simply says to head to the Sector 5 prayer facility, and that's all-- not even that this has to do with those insecure feelings of yours. Posted arrows point the way down to the meditation room that has been filled up with several tables, two completely lined with coffees, teas, and bite sized refreshments ranging from cookies and pastries to sliced fruit and veggies. Plates and napkins are stacked up, and if you want a fork, they're there too.

The third table is larger and round, for that feeling of closeness, with chairs set up and for each seat a set of papers is waiting neatly on the table surface along with a pen. Topmost is a questionnaire with instructions to put detailed responses, be honest, and discuss with another attendee, with questions such as:

• Do you get anxious if you cannot see or speak to someone close to you at any given moment?
• Are you constantly haunted by the idea that someone may eventually leave you?
• Do you put up with negative or even abusive behavior from someone just to keep from being alone?
• Did someone important to you exit your life when you were young? How did you feel?
• What exactly are you afraid of, beyond the indistinct label of "being abandoned"?

The second is a page with the heading "Make a list of all the people in your life, and determine how devastated you would be if those people left and why. Try to cut the unhealthy relationships, and distance a bit from even the good to build your independence!" and a few extra blank sheets of paper in case the one isn't enough.

Small cards are also scattered in the center of the table, printed with positive tips to help the process of healing.

[Anyone summoned to Time-Space Shenanigans Group Therapy will wander down to the Education Center in Sector 2. Specifically, to a large physics lab, which has been outfitted for a day of scientific learning. The first table, near the entrance, has pastries, cookies, endless bowls of fruit, and jugs of lemonade, water, and various sodas. There are bots hovering around the table, as they know that one (or possibly more) of their guests has an endless appetite. Just ignore them - the bots are pretty much there to re-stock the food table.

The other lab tables each have a stack of cards, with instructions to get into pairs and answer them as honestly as possible, making sure to give everyone ample time to answer questions. The tables also have demonstrations for various physics experiments on each table, though they require 2-3 people to get started. Each lab table - except for the one with food - also has a small bowl of candy hidden inside each lab experiment. Although there is no music in the background, there is a soft 'tick-tock' from multiple clocks on each of the walls. Each clock, strangely enough, reads a different time than the one next to it. Not a single one of them is in sync, despite the harmonious tick-tock sounds coming from them.]

( Possible Activity Ideas )

[OOC: Yet another mingle! These are not all the questions - feel free to make some more up if you desire. Also, the questions and lab demonstrations are merely suggestions; if there is another topic that would fit well for you, make it a reality. Today is a day of learning about the horror stories that come with messing with the 4th Dimension, after all.]

[ it's late, but matt donovan's had one hell of a week and has fallen behind on keeping his corner of the apartment stocked with essentials -- namely toothpaste and shampoo, and he wasn't about to crawl into bed with greasy hair and unbrushed teeth when solving this problem was as simple as a walk down to one of the free-for-all stores. being able to just grab things and go was still a little surreal to him, being that he's spent the majority of his short existence working his ass off to provide for himself, nevermind his mother and sister, when the latter was still alive and the former were still around. he only missed one of the two.

life in prison has become so unnaturally comfortable that he doesn't think about any of the dangers that could be lurking in the dark, doesn't think to wander out alaric-style with a handcrafted stake or two hidden in his sleeves, to keep an eye out for something that could be waiting for someone unsuspecting to walk on by. ]

[The voice that speaks is uncertain, and a little confused. She's new to this place and still startled by the fact she's no longer a ghost.]

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

Am I alone here?

[She doesn't think she is, but she's been alone so long and so many times that the idea that's she alone again genuinely frightens her. She'd walked away from Jeremy for his own good, but now she didn't really understand what was happening.]

I'm Anna.

Can anyone hear me?

[Rebekah often hangs around while Matt plays video games and the like. Partly because she's never really see them before, and partly because she just likes to spend time with him. The one he's playing today however is about some sort of hired killer in Borgia-era Italy -- and it's highly inaccurate. She can't help herself as she occasionally pipes in to correct the game -- and does so often enough that he ends up dying about three times in a row.

Soon enough, he had set aside the controller and kissed her to shut her up. She's certainly not going to complain, pressing herself closer to him , her hands coming up to cup his face gently.

Normally, they've been trying to remember they have someone else living with them and not kissing in the open areas like the living room but it's easily forgotten in the moment.

Certainly, that won't come back to haunt them.]

[ Chuck was not the kind of girl who took misfortune lying down. Sure, it might be scary and disorienting, waking up in an unfamiliar place and realizing that someone must've undressed and then redressed her in her sleep but moping about it wouldn't get her anywhere. Besides, after her last conversation with the Piemaker this sudden change of scenery came as more of a blessing than a particularly rotten cherry on the top of an already sour ice-cream sundae. At least it gave her something else to think about.

And so the girl called Chuck had distracted herself with picking out suitable clothing, fixing her hair and, which may or may not still be important, picking an alias. Now dolled up in a pretty red dress, scarf and sunglasses, she prepared herself for addressing the network that had humming with activity ever since she woke up, not unlike her own beloved beehives. ]

Hello... Marina, was it? My name is Kitty Pimms. I'm new here. I can't say I know a whole lot about prison etiquette, but it only seemed appropriate to say hi and this doesn't seem like your average prison anyway so... hi! It's nice to meet you.

And, uh... Olive? Emerson? [ A pause that could only be called pregnant. ] ...Ned? If any of you are around, now would be a good time to say so.

((ooc: Chuck is officially in Marina and with no memory of her 4th wall visit! She can be found wandering sectors 0, 3 and 4 if you'd like to bump into her! ))

[ 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.

( private audio → damon & stefan salvatore | rebekah mikaelson | tyler lockwood )
» ACTION | MORNING | TVÅ PARK ► OPEN

[ this morning finds matt out jogging, making his way in and around the hedge maze at två park. he's got a lot on his mind, so forgive him if he doesn't see you or answer you at first. today's going to be a day for sure, and it's barely even started. ]

[Greetings, Marina Nova. Have a Bela glaring into the video feed, obviously not happy with the circumstances she has found herself in. She's sans the orange jumpsuit though because it was horrid and clashed with her skin tone.

To those who know a certain vampire named Rose, she'll look awfully familiar.]

Being tossed into a prison without a fair trial is a violation of human rights, correct? And yet, here I am.

[She huffs out a sigh, holding a classy looking red dress against herself, followed by a blue one in the same style.]

I will say this though: the shopping district here is to die for.


[action]

[For those who happen to be within the shopping area and there abouts, you could probably come across her at some point. Approach cautiously though, she might be in a snappy mood.]

[Action, Morning]

[In the morning, Duo could be found at the bakery in Sector 2 getting breakfast and just generally looking to see if anyone he knew popped in for a visit today. This kind of stuff was getting pretty old hat for him, so he was taking it quite well in stride.]

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[Video, Lunchtime]

[Hello, MarinaNovans! Duo was appearing on the network feed with an announcement, and he would really appreciate it if everyone listened up.]

Hey, all! In light of the crazy events of today, I know there's a few welcoming things going on and parties and all that. I'm thinking we could have an informal one-on-one basketball thing in the gym today for anyone interested. Stop by, I'll be hanging out there all afternoon. See you then!

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[Action, Afternoon]

[True to his word, Duo was at the gym. He had the hoops down to allow for simultaneous half-court games if enough people showed up, and had a large rolling cart of basketballs ready. He was practicing his foul-shots and dunks in alternating succession, and just generally moving around and waiting for people to show. When enough people arrived, he had a table off to the side where he had them all write their names on paper and toss into a hat.]

Okay. So, this is what we're gonna do. We'll set up the first bracket with random name pulling from that hat. I'll need a volunteer to pull names, and someone to write down the ones called.

Then, once that's set up, we'll start playing. Winners keep going until the end. Hopefully, we won't end up with any weird odd numbers, but, if we do, we'll figure out how to settle that when the time comes.

Sound good? Good. Who wants to write and who wants to pull from the hat?

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[Action, Dinner]

[After the games, and a shower, Duo grabbed some dinner at the Sizzle & Sear (mmm steak) and then headed over to Peggy's party. He could easily be stopped for a chat at the restaurant or on the way.]

[Oh. The communicator. Well. Hey there, little buddy. Long time, no see. Really didn't miss you. Literally. Really didn't miss having the memories of this place, either. Not the best time of his life. Of course, not the worst, either.]

So, uh. Marina.

[There's a long pause. Boy, being dead for a while sure changed a guy's perspective on things. Like how he'd like to be trapped here again all over again instead of going back.

Ironic.]

You haven't really changed.

[Wish he could say the same for himself.]

[ 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. ]

[ when liz turns on the feed, she is as calm as she can possibly be. with everything else that's been happening lately, she honestly didn't expect to be thrown into prison, especially when that prison was one she was unfamiliar with and buried deep under an ocean. she's not entirely sure how she feels about that.

either way, her expression is one of determination and she's ignoring the prison garb. that can come later. ]

My name is Sheriff Liz Forbes. [ because she definitely doesn't go by her full name and these people need to know that an actual law enforcement officer is present among them, not whatever these wardens claim to enforce. ] I've spent enough time listening and watching to know the basics. What I'd like now are more details. If anyone has information they'd like to offer... I would appreciate it. I can't offer much in return, but I'm sure we can come to some kind of agreement.

[ with firmly pursed lips, she turns the feed off and waits to see if anyone will bite. ]

[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.]

( I'll Be Home For Christmas If Only In My Dreams )

[ Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening! A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland inside-out snowglobe at the bottom of the sea!

The prison is sparkly-white on this fine, crisp day, covered in a thick, fluffy layer of pristine snow. Bots are keeping the walkways free and safe for organic travel, but it isn't hard to find spaces fit for snowball fights, fort-building or snow angels! If the chill gets to you, there's plenty of hot, seasonal beverages readily available, along with other christmas-y snacks. Maybe you'd like to visit the Santa exhibit at the museum, or do a little last-minute shopping for presents? Perhaps you're already set to celebrate the holiday!

Whatever it is you want to do, this is the place to do it! ]

(( ooc: Mingle to your hearts contents! Event info can be found over here! ))

[ 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. ]

[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?