MarinaNova Asylum

Whoever is responsible for this better show themselves! I will not stand for someone interfering with my family!

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.

[ 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! ]

[Late in the day Klaus can be found around Sector 2, lurking around the library and the computer labs. He doesn't seem entirely out of place with a keyboard in front of him (unless you happen to be someone familiar with him, then the sight might be a bit odd).

But it's the library that he'll be spending the most time today. He pulls out one book at a time, two at a time, and each get returned neatly back to their place. There's no rhyme or reason to what he chooses. Only that none of them appear to be what he's looking for. It's clearly not the first time he's been here, he's seen the selections cycled out a few times now. At the end of his fruitless search there only survivor is - of all things - a book of Russian fairy tales, which he stands in a corner slowly flipping through.]

[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.]

[ welcome to elena's room. it's filled with things. and boxes. some things are in some boxes. she's thought twice about making this video, and then thought twice about making it public (klaus) but on her second thought, she decided to stop hiding in the network.

for the most part.

she's sitting cross-legged on her bed, mister teddy junior in her lap. ] It's kind of amazing how much stuff can accumulate here after a month. [ wait. ] More than. [ she puts him in the box. ] Books, clothes... [ her eyes look out to the space of her thoughts for a only a split second ] people, memories.

I know a lot of us are all working to find a way home. [ her included. maybe. ] I guess I was wondering why any of you would want to stay.


& private to zatanna zatara

I think we should keep our conversations private for now. Even if it's just something silly. It's not a good idea for you to have Klaus' attention. Even if Rebekah's already told him... [ she swallows. it may be a desperate, scared attempt to protect her... but elena's willing to be that, do that. being a witch might attract klaus' attention too, without her help, but... the thing that gives her more pause at the moment is jeremy, jenna - how she kept things from them to keep them safe, and it hurt them in the end. (she lost jenna entirely.) so. ] Is that okay?

& private to sam winchester

I wanted to thank you. For the other day. When we were at the library. [ yeah that's all she's got. it's not about the kiss, or the embracing, but it's subtext. he was there for her when she needed somebody, and he listened. wanted to. and it's more than that - the understanding, and the things they confessed...

subtext. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.)

ooc ► taking a page out of lena's book and putting up top comments for all three of mine in one convenient post to avoid spamming the comm. feel free to hit any of my ladies up. previous cr is not required, as new cr is always, always welcome! ♥

Quinn Fabray | Glee → Out shopping at stores in Sectors 1, 2, and 3.
Seven of Nine | Star Trek: Voyager → Following the bots around the dome.
Sookie Stackhouse | True Blood → Waitressing at Merlotte's in Sector 4.

[ caroline's got quite a little day planned. in the morning it's working out and practicing a few cheers in the park. in the afternoon, she can be found shopping for clothes at bull's eye, then she's off to the hot springs. and in the evening she'll be working at/hanging out in the blood bar. NOT DRINKING BLOOD BECAUSE SHE'S NOT A VAMPIRE, RIGHT? NOPE. NOOOOOPE. just bourbon, if she's drinking at all.

so any and every one should tag this girl for kiss-bot-action, no prior CR needed, just specify where and when and if the mega bot is at work!]

[Euphie woke up to an assault and injury charge this morning. She was only expecting one of them. Luckily, she didn't have to wake up in the hospital. She was there only briefly to have her wrist put into a splint for the sprain she earned in Sector 6 when she fell.

The injury isn't going to slow her down though. She has things to do at the educational center today, food to pick up, and she might be in sector four where she lives as well not to mention all points in between. Well, all points except Sector 6. She might just avoid that one for awhile.

So, why are you still reading this instead of getting trapped in a shrinking forcefield with her?]

( 4am in Trois Park )

[So it's been a few days since the whole reveal of his desperately bleak, short future had been thrown on him. Not a total life ruiner, that. (No, wait. It was.) It's beyond time to move out, find his own place. Way beyond time. Guy living with two teenage girls, he was surprised there wasn't some stupid damn law he'd been breaking.

He's not entirely sure how to do it himself. The concept of just going out and finding a place is still foreign to him, prison or not. (And really, he knows he's shit at that serious discussion thing, figuring it'd be easier to just. Rip the bandage off.

And maybe this is just a plea for Klaus and Rebekah to find him and off him already. Better than waiting to become some crazy asshole.]

I've been thinking of moving from the uh, shared place I've been in. Is it true you just find some place you like and move in?

[Does he have to tell the AI or something? Can't help but wonder how they keep track of everyone if they keep moving around. Hell, how do they even know when rules are being broken? Serious lack of privacy, here. At least he could pretend to have some in some tiny little box of an apartment.]

It's one of those morning things again. It's also Day 204 for those of you making tally marks on your walls.

Enjoying some punishments today are Rebekah Mikaelson for assault and Niklaus Mikaelson for injury.

One of the food cards in Sector 0 will be serving meat parfaits for a limited time only. Do try to beat the rush.

[Rebekah had been out, entertaining herself for the day, when Caroline's broadcast went up. Well, after that conversation she doesn't waste any time going back to the apartment she shares with her brother. In fact, she may have even used her vamp speed to get there sooner, lest he get the chance to see the conversation and prepare for her arrival.

She flings the door open, her rage boiling under surface as she stalks inside. Bad enough that he apparently saves Caroline over her in the future but then he's been lying to her this whole time, playing her like a fool just like he always does. He always lies. He lied about their mother for a thousand years, she shouldn't be surprised. And in a way, she isn't, but that doesn't mean she isn't upset either.

She's downright furious. Tears sting her eyes past her rage and she finally calls out, trying to grab his attention.]

Nik? Come out you rat bastard we need to talk. [And she's already making her way towards his bedroom, not content to wait for him to decide to come out. Not this time, not right now.]

[ caroline's on her device and she looks a little disheveled and not so happy. somebody had a canon update up to season four end of episode two and isn't happy about it.]

Is it normal to just wake up with just... new memories? Like things that hadn't happened to you yet but then... it's like they just...did? It's like I went home but I'm still here.


[private to elena gilbert]

We need to talk about this. And I have something for you.


[private to klaus]

You. We need to talk. [ and she might kick your ass.]

[No doubt it's been a long day for some, newbies or standard inmates. Maybe you're lost, worried, feeling kind of alone and like ya need a stiff drink. Maybe you lost someone a few days ago, maybe you were hoping to find someone or head home yourself, but it didn't happen. Or maybe you're just hungry.

In any case, Merlotte's is open for business and the owner, Sam, is almost always there. There's even a pool table! Come on in and relax, forget about your worries and troubles for a while.]

((ooc: this can work like a mingle if you want to thread-jack and use it for an open meeting spot or what have you. This was kind of a random sudden thing, so have at it! If you want Sam just let me know in your header (or on plurk) , or feel free to mark closed threads for you and yours.))

[Startling red stained eyes meet the screen only briefly when the device turns on, a pale, short haired brunette appearing within an orange jump suit, before she winches and glances away. Light from the artificial sky shines down upon her face, but she shifts somewhat along the side of a tall, solid building, until it's partially blocked by the shade of what can only be assumed to be another one. Direct light no longer shines in the oddly tinted eyes, but clear discomfort remains in the way she lifts a hand to her head, nails burying within her hair. That gaze lifts again, and amidst the swirling specs of crimson in what should otherwise be a darker shade of brown, one could almost think she'd also cried earlier, or that she'd went too long without sleep.

Tongue flicking out to smooth across soft lips, they part gently. With a shaky breath she finally speaks, a quiet comment and question.]

It only feels like a day, but how long was I really gone for...?

[Back flat to the wall it's more of a support than she likes. Another exhale comes, followed by a short, forced laugh.]

I didn't think I'd have to wear the jumpsuit again.

[The amusement isn't genuine though, more of a distraction, maybe even more for herself, than anything. Her free hand strokes her throat, but quickly lowers to wrap around a slim waist. She closes her eyes and presses on.]

There's still people here that remember me, right?