[ the feed clicks on to catch Hei quickly smoothing his hair flat. He's look a touch different then usual today with his green parka mislaid and walking briskly through the streets with naught but jeans and a button down white shirt on. It's definitely colder then he would like for this kind of attire but that doesn't stop him from speaking as he navigates the sidewalk. ]

Roommates. How do you handle them without... getting in each others way constantly?

[ Yes, folks. He doesn't know how to handle living with someone when he's used to one room apartments and changing cities every few months. And having a mark stay with him a night or two is a completely different agenda then, well... cohabiting. Waylay him on the way from Sector 3 to the shelter if one must. Assuming, that is, you can catch him. ]

[ he seems to be answering this question a lot lately, so might as well give all future questions an answer in a one fell swoop via PSA. ]

I am not an angel. My name is Angel, but it's just a name. No halo, no wings, no time spent in heaven. Stop asking.

[ 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.

I was wondering if -- Is there a high school around here? I'm a senior, so I don't have much longer to go, but... I miss having something to do, and if I can enroll... I might as well finish it out here, right?

filtered to damon salvaore.

I think Katherine's gone. When I first got here, people kept -- asking me if they already knew me, and it was pretty easy to figure out that she was why... But I haven't seen her around, and I know she would've made some grand appearance at this point, especially since... You're here. Keep an eye out, okay?

end filter.

If this is what it means to be imprisoned for criminal activities, aren't we a lucky bunch? Granted, the last two days was a bit of a buzzkill, but now that I'm one iron ball chain lighter... Seriously? Comfy rooms, endless entertainment, free food and drinks?

Not exactly anything to complain about. [ The lack of a familiar face around here though kind of really sucks. Damon's also worried about Elena back home (and he has no idea what to think about that whole 'he's been replaced by another version of himself' nonsense), but since there's no getting out of the facility anytime soon, he might as well get to know his fellow inmates -- see if anyone strikes him as interesting or worthwhile enough to get to know. ]

Or am I missing something? What's the catch?

[ Oz flicks on the feed, hands on chin and grinning at the screen. If one's an astute observer, they might notice it's just a bit to wide to be truly sincere. ]

Hey! My fish tank seems to be getting a bit on the green side. Anyone know how to clean one and want to take a hand at it?

[ yep, that tank hasn't been cleaned since the last Gilbert disappeared. Shame on him for making that poor fish suffer! Oh, and it's a pretty big tank. Just so you know! ]

[ Later, for those wanting a special kiss from one Oz Vessalius, he'll be wandering around the pet cafe, looking up fish food and cleaning supplies and of course a Vessalius can't starve! That's what the shelter kitchens are for. How in the world did those bots get there... ]

((ooc: Oz is canonically 15 years old so please keep that in mind where bots are concerned!))

[Lovely day for being in any open, common area of the dome, isn't it? Of course there is a chance of kissing bot, but it's always something in the underwater prison.]

(OOC: Check out the OOC post for details. Pucker up! Edit: Links for those with loading problems!)

[ It's a quiet video that flicks into being. Black covers the screen except where the thin glow of the park lights shine in through the window. It's quiet, except for the slow rip sounding through the air and the clink of metal striking cool tile.

One would imagine there's nothing there at all.

Until she starts humming, broken words coming through as she pauses, continuing the torment. ]

Rip them up.

[ tear ]

Pluck out the eyes. And discard them.

[ ... pliiiiiiiiiiiiiiink. ]

He left you again.

[ laughing, low and sultry ]

We'll have to change that.

[ thud

Slowly, a lump rolls into view of the camera. A severed doll's head. With unseeing eyes. It's never wise to leave Diva all alone. You should know better then this.

Conrad. ]

[Action - Open ]

[ Being a teenage boy, Ventus does not do well with being cooped up - either forced or voluntarily. So even though it is cold out, he would rather be outside playing in the snow than he would being inside nice and warm. Maybe at night when he's worn out, but fresh in the morning? Heck no!

So there is a Ventus out in the snow in the park, looking at a pile of it rather critically before he summons one of his Keyblades - Stroke of Midnight, which goes with the snowy landscape, he thought, with its blues and whites. Not to mention it had some fond memories attached - Jacques and Cinderella.

He stood back from the awkward pile of snow and frowned in concentration at it, pointing the Keyblade at it.]

Blizzard!

[It was the weakest spell, but knowing Acumen limited his access to his magic (and the fact a blizzaga probably would be destroyed the pile), he went with it. The little ball of ice hit the pile of snow and rolled off and away, Ventus following and grinning when he saw the nice size snowball it had made. Perfect.

He turned and repeated the process, slowly building more of them...]

[Video - locks to Akito/Agito]

Hey, how are the Air Gears coming?

[ooc: feel free to bother. He's just having fun in the snow in the park so he's open to pokes!]

[ Wandering around the snowy park? There are two things to look out for: (1) don't trip over the bright orange ropes that close off a large open area, (2) take cover and watch for a stray snowball, and (3) ... you know, you might want to join in for this is a Snowball Fight.

Only guidelines: no weapons, no head shots, no stuffing snow down someone's mouth, collar or anywhere else uncomfortable. Play to your heart's content! Spoiler: there's no winner.

Warm drinks and snacks are served in a nearby tent (ah, thank goodness for space heaters!), while towels and blankets are also available. You might want to take advantage of the snow as well -- make snowmen, snow angels, your own sculpture as you wind down~ ]

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[ someone's clicking on the communicator at this point. she's already been shunted off to breakfast and there are these bot things watching her and she's very much firmly in the do not want camp. the ball and chain thing on her ankle is again do not want. it's heavy.

so, one redheaded witch is turning on the video feed, trying to figure out where she is and why. ]

Okay I-I've just got a couple of uh... questions... [ as she glances at one of the bots... they are starting to creep her out like the buffybot did. ] One: why do I have a... prison ball chained to my ankle. Two: ...Why am I here... where am I would be a good start, too. This thing is... vague. And three: uh... are Buffy Summers or Xander Harris here? I'd really like to-

-Hey, I'm not doing anything! [ what?! the bot was staring. and considering how it acted when she tried to get away the first time, she's trying to play calm and nice... but it's really worrying her. ]

So uh, if anyone can answer that for me, I'd really appreciate it.

H-.. { Okay, there's momentary static before things come clear into earshot. } Hello? Is anyone there?

{ There's some rustling in the background… } So, seriously – is this some kind of prank? I looked at the basket, everything that's inside of it, but – it doesn't make any sense. Is any of this really possible?

{ She pauses and there's more rustling. There's also the sound of a door opening and closing, and faint footsteps. }

Damon? { There's sincerity in her voice… Curiosity. She wants to find him, which is clear in her tone. } Look, is anyone out there? I know the brochure said one thing, but… It doesn't mesh. This place isn't right. I'm not even sure this is actually – did Klaus – Stefan?

{ She's grasping at straws. This is a pretty big change for her to undergo after everything that just happened to her, so she's a little… Not quite herself. } If anyone can hear me, please, respond. I need to talk to someone, to find out what's going on as soon as I can. Please.