MarinaNova Asylum

{ BLOOD SHACK }
[The fact that both he and Yuuki will need bands if they're to mutually sustain each other still leaves Zero a bit flustered. Although at the same time he can see exactly why Yuuki had been punished the last time (not that he personally remembers it). For two vampires to share their blood with one another, and especially so if there are romantic feelings involved, is an incredibly intimate act. Although he's far from comfortable with how the wardens seem to monitor every last thing, he also knows there likely isn't much at all to be done about it.

He and Yuuki will be meeting up again in a short while to do so. For now, he's around running errands. Although as he moves through the sectors, he finds himself at the Blood Shack. He's considered maybe looking into it, mostly as his curiosity is getting the best of him. Possibly since there's nothing at all like this at home, although it would only raise complications, he can imagine.

So he makes his way in, looking around a little. He doesn't need to taste even a drop of anything, his sense of smell beyond sharp enough to distinguish the differences between the options of human, animal, and synthetic.

. . .Although, after only a handful of minutes does he realize the he really should not have come in here while thirsty. He's been surrounded by the presence of blood while craving it plenty of times, but that doesn't mean it's comfortable. He suddenly is very aware of the bottle of blood tablets in his pocket.

Before it gets to him any further, he heads back, his usually pale violet eyes more of a deep crimson.]

{ SHOPPING }
[The best way to get his mind off of of his cravings, it's actual and regular food he'll focus on. Then again, he had had the intentions to stock up a little, anyway. And that's exactly what it is: two rather full grocery bags within each hand. It may look like far too much, but it'll be gone rather quickly. A third bag, this one filled with a few other things, is over one shoulder.]

{ AFTERNOON NAP }
[After dropping his purchases off at the apartment, and even despite the on and off rain, Zero is actually outside again just to nap in one of the parks. Which (obviously) might not be the best idea, seeing how easily someone could come and disrupt him. . .]


[ooc: permissions post, ftr! + feel free to find him just outside the Blood Shack as well. >3> ]

[Pucker up, inmates! It's that day again—your favorite prison holiday! And, of course, the wardens provided lip balm stations for your convenience.

(OOC: Mistletoe Bot INFO)

I just want to apologize to everyone I spoke with yesterday. I didn't know what I was able to do and if I had... [Emotion fills her voice and she takes a moment to gather herself before going on.]

I would never have been so careless. I don't think I am affected any longer. [But she's also afraid to test it to find out. Not to mention vague. Enjoy your confusing apology, everyone!]

I sincerely hope everyone is feeling like themselves again today in more than just body. [Because she knows first hand how badly something like yesterday can shake a person.]

Twas the day after Newbie Day, when down by the beach in the dome--

Stockings and other decorations were hung alongside jack-o-lanterns, baskets full of colored eggs, boxes of heart-shaped candies, and other things. The only creature that seemed to be stirring in this early morning hour was Quinn Fabray, who took it upon herself to see to a good bulk of the set up. Tables and chairs were set up alongside a makeshift stage and dance floor, with bright orange extension chords stretched out across the sand to give life to the lights, music, and karaoke machine. Games, should anyone want to play them, were set up to the immediate right of the food tables.

Don't be late! The Holiday Mash-Up starts promptly at 5PM. Bring your dates, wear your gowns and costumes, and celebrate all those holidays from home.

[Rebekah doesn't open up the network until after she's gone to find new clothes. Orange is so not her color. So once she has a new outift picked out this friendly(ish) video comes on.]

I'm pretty sure I heard some new crimes this time around, isn't that exciting?

[It probably depends on your definition of exciting.]

I also have some new memories from back home that I didn't have before. Which leaves me to wonder just how long I was stuck in the dimensional stabilizer? Is that still what happens when we leave here? Or what we're told happens to people, anyway?

[Rebekah isn't sure she believes anything the wardens tell her.]

In any case, for better or for worse, I seem to be here again. Won't this be fun? For a given value of fun anyway.

[End feed.]

[If this was a video post you might see how trashed the room (what used to be Matt's room) is right now. Someone's lost her temper over recent developments, to say the least. But as it is, she's leaving this as a clipped voice message. She hates making these posts but she knows at least Elena (and Caroline, she supposes) deserve to know.]

Matt Donovan has been lost to the dimensional stabilizer. I'm beginning to wonder if the thing has something against me.

[Because first her brothers, then Quinn, and now Matt.

That's it, that's the post. She closes it off after that.]

[ Considering the nature of the group, it's unsurprising that it is being held in The Blood Shack. There is a sign on the door announcing that the bar is closed for therapy adding that if you're here for the 'Struggling with my humanity of the lack thereof' therapy session, please come in and make yourself at home. Someone (not Eric) has made over the bar so that it looks a great deal like an AA room rather than a bar. The tables are arranged into a square shape (yes, the way you used to sit in school). The bar is open, but the alcoholic beverages have been locked up. The blood taps are available and there's a selection of bottled blood sitting on top of the bar. It is clearly self serve. There's also a selection of pastries on the bar for those that like a little nibble with their blood. Next to this is a large fishbowl filled with folded slips of paper. There's a small sign next to it that urges each participant to take a question from the fishbowl, help yourself to some refreshment and have a seat.

On their folded slips of paper, participants will find such questions:

Were you ever human? If so, when was that? What are you now?
How do you define 'humanity'?
What is your opinion of humans? Why? How did you develop this opinion?
Discuss the relationships you currently have with humans.
What is the most important factor in maintaining your humanity? Do you feel it's important to maintain?
Has there been a change in your humanity, for the better or worse? What prompted that?
Discuss some of the advantages and disadvantages of humanity.

Just in case anyone has any doubt that we're here for business and not pleasure, the jukebox has been locked down as well.]

ooc:as with other posts, don't feel limited by these questions. Feel free to add your own and assume these are just some of the questions in the fishbowl. Mingle, make new threads, interrupt threads and enjoy! Note that your character does not have to be non-human to be here! Humans struggle with their humanity sometimes too!

[The relationships group therapy attendees will all get a message telling them to report to The Winery in Sector 2. Sadly for them the alcohol is locked away, but there is an assortment of food and non-alcoholic beverages along the bar for consumption. Many of the tables have been cleared out and the chairs rearranged into a circle with booths along the edges for more intimate therapeutic discussions.

And don't forget the party favors! The wardens have left some helpful games and activity ideas to get them started. There's a bowl full of folded slips of papers with various questions.]

( Possible Questions )

[In addition to the questions there are cards with various prompts. One explains the game, I Never. Another suggests people pair off and roleplay they are in a relationship and then deal with various scenarios like what do to if one partner flirts with someone else or comes home late without calling.]

( Additional scenarios )

(OOC: Mingle style. You are not limited to the questions, scenarios, or games listed above. Assume there are more! I recycled a lot of this from last time so if someone was in this group twice they can feel free to notice, but assume there are lots of questions and prompts, so they probably didn't see them all.)

[ it doesn't take much deciding - maybe even too little. she doesn't trust rebekah, and even with matt trusting her... that feeling of complete faith she has in matt doesn't necessary extend to rebekah.

but this isn't about matt, or his feelings for rebekah. elena opens a connection to the other vampire in the early afternoon, in large part because it might be her only option. and it's an option she decides to choose. ]

I want you to do something for me. [ there's a resolve and a determination in her voice. they're allies, whatever that means, and a part of her thinks rebekah might want to do it, that there could be a way she could want to. elena pulls in a breath - ]

I want to be compelled out of the sire bond. [ there. elena pauses. she doesn't want to not love damon, not care about him despite it all. she has since before all this and that's hers at least. ] I mean, I - I don't want to be affected by it; my choices, my decisions, I want them to be mine. [ she doesn't say what's she's thinking, that rebekah might be the only person who can or would help her, who might even understand. rebekah wouldn't be her first choice, but it is what it is. she refuses to put any trust in the wardens.

at least rebekah would be predictable. ]

[It's really only through luck that everything is steady and not like being moved up and down or side to side with his fiddling of the earpiece, but after the incident that was Helen and her weird future communications device he's learned not to mess too much with things. Well, sorta kinda ish, at least he hasn't messed with the thing on his leg.

But the video turns on to one bearded English gentleman standing in front of a weeping willow and he's standing rather steady-ish as he talks because he's not sure how these things work and if jostling it will do something weird to it.]

Last I checked removing a gentleman's clothes and hat was exceptionally rude and not really the best way to insure he is willing to stay in your attempt at a prison. [If he doesn't sound all that pleased, well he's not. At least for a brief moment before he sighs and brushes his hair down.]

But I suppose not everyone has Scotland Yard's sensibilities when it comes to the well fare of it's prisoners nor it's taste in what to give them to wear. Even Lestrade is kinder and I have yet to meet someone as rude as he can be in his line of work. [He pauses to do what amounts to a huff before fixing his hair again because he lacks a proper jacket to mess with and really how rude can you people get giving him a bright orange jumpsuit without a jacket.]

But be that as it may, I suppose I should ask if there is anyone here by the name of Helen, with a similar accent to my own. Blond or brunette, I know two women that share the name and accent and I wouldn't mind speaking to either nor to anyone that knows of them. Or someone who happens to know a different woman from my Helen's [It really sounds weird to say that.] we can discuss similar traits in such ladies if you prefer.

[Okay so that's not the best way to go about introducing himself to people but he doesn't really care especially as he totally forgot to actually introduce himself whoops. This is all said by the way, from Sector 3 where he's been wandering about before settling in near the weeping willow if anyone feels up to poking him there.]

[ day 235 begins early and ends late. it's obvious to anyone who runs across her that she hasn't slept well. she's kept herself up or something did and now she's got a lot on her mind. she does make an attempt to keep to her normal schedule and can be found at the clinic for a good part of the day. towards mid-afternoon, she gives up that idea, after having found herself lost in thought for the tenth time that hour. she looks for martha to let her know that she's leaving early and not to take her temperature. the last thing she wants is for someone to think she's fallen ill, though she wouldn't blame them if they did.

after that, she wanders the dome. the library, the parks, the beach, and the athletic complex are all fair game for her stops. at the end of the time normally considered early evening, she finally turns to her communicator and sends a private voice communication to rebekah. ]

You wouldn't happen to know where to get a good bottle of wine or two, would you?

[ it's completely another request to talk with her friend, because she really needs to work some things out and if anyone can help her sort out her thoughts, it's rebekah. ]



( ooc: she can be found literally anywhere in the dome or in the morning / early afternoon hours at the clinic! )

[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.]

Library

[Rebekah avoids the network today. She knows she's still not in the best mood and she doesn't want to get lectured for letting her inner bitch out. So she makes her way to the library first. She hasn't done reading for pleasure in a while -- there's plenty of time for it here, so she can be found wandering through the aisles, taking particular notice in historical fiction and romance novels.]

The Row

[Later on she can be found shopping. She likes clothes, and it clears her head. Though it makes her miss Quinn a little, so she doesn't linger there particularly long, regretting the decision to go there at all rather quickly.]

Merlotte's

[She makes her way rather quickly to Merlotte's after that, in need of a good stiff drink. She'll be ordering herself a scotch while sitting at the bar and mostly keeping to herself unless approached first.]

Sector 3

[And after a few drinks she can be found making her way back to her apartments. If nothing else, she's managed to stay busy for the day, which is something. And lacking any further judgement or disappointment from Matt, or to a lesser extent, Stefan.]

[ 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. ]

Really? Again? Wasn't the first time enough? I haven't done anything worthy of being put back in here for a second time!

[ somebody's back for today only and not happy about being tossed back into prisneyland after going off to yale and thriving there. ]

[ 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. ]

The day after the holidays had gotten Helen Magnus to thinking. It was early November for her, yet the holiday the wardens had just thrust on them was very clearly late December. She'd taken the previous day to walk around, get her bearings, and decidedly not think about what December meant. That was for next month. Or never. If she were to be honest with herself, she would never want to remember the 8th of December.

Which was why she had thrown herself into her work at the clinic. Little else needed to be done, but she was cataloging as much as she could, taking notes for herself on what she had learned so far in her week in this prison. They were enlightening on some level, but it wasn't enough to keep her mind from wandering. Yesterday, she'd gone out to find something new to wear, a nice jacket and pant suit. Today, she was working. At the moment, she was in the back, so focused on her work that someone could very easily walk in without her notice. Not that she expected anyone to, but when did anyone do as expected in her life?

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

[ 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. ]