Good morning, everyone! Today is the 161st day of the third generation, and new inmates will be arriving in the facility throughout the day. This is the last batch that was overseen by Acumen, and then I will be engaging in policy review for incoming entrants.

It turns out that today there a statistically significant number of universes celebrating Thanksgiving. It's funny how holidays sneak up on you while you're distracted... It's out of season, but I suppose that's inevitable.

Tonight there will be a banquet in the shelter to celebrate. I encourage everyone to think of things they are thankful for, and -- take an evening to relax, I suppose.


((OOC: A mingle will go up over the weekend, and restrained people will be allowed to join in. This post will be edited with requests later, and I will be backtagging Sentience's last post or so. Apologies for slowness!!))

[Suddenly there is video! And now there isn't. Oh, but now it's back! Give him a break, he's a carpenter, not an A/V geek.]

Hey, so did anyone know that prison came with headgear? I was not aware of that. I kind of feel like I should be one of those really pretentious rock stars who can't be bothered with a microphone. Also, kind of awkward to have this thing over one eye when you only have one eye.

Right, so... I was with some people. And there was a giant hole where a town used to be. Buff? Wil? ...I'll even take Andrew. Are you on this thing?

(OOC: He has an eyepatch over one eye even though not every icon confirms this!)

[Anyone walking around Sector 4 today might notice a certain mail lady/queen/freaky alien is seated at the koi pond. Her skirt has been rolled up and her feet are dipped into the water, despite the weather still being a touch too chilly for such things normally. With her dainty claws, she tears apart a crust of bread into small crumbs to toss to the fish. Her sword is laying within arm's reach, acting as the one odd thing out of place in this otherwise nice little moment.]

[Well, maybe the second odd thing. Besides her muttering. Apparently directed at the fish.] Auric Tranquility, no, you have to share. The Duke hasn't gotten any, yet.

[ After waking up, it takes Elena a few breathless, panicked moments of trying to pull off the source of that sudden and disturbing communiqué and barely processing what Sentience is telling her. The communicator hits the ground and switches on to voice.

(She's not sure where she is. Someone took her? There's a chill to the air. She's surrounded by metal and concrete. This isn't - doesn't seem like Klaus. Because the voice said - what did it say?)

Inmates? Thanksgiving? - no, that's not possible. Neither is the weight attached to her ankle, which she touches lightly for an astounded moment and then gives a testing tug to pull off, to no avail.

Her breath is heavy and shakes slightly; that's all the network hears for a moment.

Okay. She can figure this out. Resolved and confused, she grabs for the device she had tossed to the floor. ] Hello? Is anyone-? ... Damon? [ His name is soft, and the last syllable trembles. Where is he? She can't be here alone.

That's when she notices the welcome basket. She sets the device aside in favor of rummaging through it for something, anything, her fingers eventually slipping over and clutching the pamphlet. There's a map, and she skims the words, processing them much like she processed Sentience's. Getting outside to see how real this is seems like good a plan as any.

It's a good several minutes before Elena's on the network again, and now she's on video and outside the ice rink. ]

This doesn't make sense. [ Her lips twist slightly; there is uncertain fear in her eyes, but determination too. Is this some really bad trip of her conscience? ] How is any of this even possible? Please, I- if anyone can answer me...

My friends, my fam- [ Her voice catches in her throat. ] Is Jeremy here? Jeremy Gilbert? ... or... Klaus? [ Please no. ] Ric? Stefan? [ She pauses. The silence is not comforting. ] Anyone.

[A young man with dark hair and eyes stares into the feed. A smirk begins to creep across his lips, he almost feels like laughing. What is N.O.W.H.E.R.E going to try next? Sure, he heard the whole spiel about who he is and why he has a ball and chain attached to his ankle but he's not buying into it. This is likely N.O.W.H.E.R.E's way of punishing him for his acts of defiance. His guess is they weren't able to get out of him what they wanted, so now they were trying to scare him into working for them.]

Is this the best you can do, Templar? Do you think you'll be able to retrain your weapon into what you want me to be? It didn't work the first time and it's not going to work this time either.

[Superboy is convinced this is another one of N.O.W.H.E.R.E's virtual reality tests. Due to his powers being dampened, his sense of perception is off kilter and while this feels more real than the previous tests he was put through, it doesn't feel normal either.]

I'm tired of playing along with your little games. Do yourself a favor , skip this crap, and try to finish the job. Because I am coming for you and you should know by now that any prison, real or imaginary is not going to stop me from getting to you.