MarinaNova Asylum

[Ianto is eying the dome curiously and also a bit nervously. He's managed to turn his video on just quickly enough for a tentacle to be seen briefly silhouetted behind him before disappearing into the murk.]

When they say pay no attention to the tentacles, do they in fact mean pay lots of attention to them because they're rather large and suspicious looking? Surely I'm not the only one noticing these things.

Today, we'll be serving Day 220. You're welcome. I'm genuinely surprised some of you made it this far. You know who you are.

Pay no attention to those tentacles. It's not a problem.

[Mail Delivery:
• From the Welcoming Committee to Everyone.
• From the Damara Megido to Aradia Megido.]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Mail submissions can be left here. Upcoming event info.)

( dumb date stuff )

[It's good that the devices within the dome can be worn. Anything handheld would not remain still for an instant, if that were the case right now. Because the tiny, vampire girl on the opposite end can't seem to walk straight. Stumbling, she catching her footing and grabs hold of a nearby rail just outside of the bar (she's only just slipped out.) The near fall sets her into a fit of giggles.]

Sorry, Sorry...

[But the apology is broken up between quiet bouts of laughter. Somehow everything tonight is hilarious. Or the opposite. One or the other. Oh, but she can be serious. Taking a breath, she visibly tries to calm herself down. Brows drawing down, she nods.]

Sorry to disrupt everyone's party. It's a good party though-! [Lifting a hand into the air she dances in place for just a second to music that can't be heard. Seconds later, though, that serious expression is back, though her movements are exaggerated and large.] I was thinking all night... [A pause-- before shaking her hands] Wait wait... let me back up. I'm always thinking. But tonight I had a lot on my mind, aaaaannndddd...

[She throws both her hands out]

I have a boyfriend and a fiance!

[What in the world is with that!? This is craziness! Doesn't everyone else think so too!? Lifting a finger into the air, her brows crease in thought for a moment while she pieces her thoughts together.]

Actually, I-- I don't know if we can still be engaged and here at the same time. [Because he's there. Er... at home. Well, not home, home, but home.] But...[She nods and continues on conversationally] even when I forgot about it we were still engaged. [... Or something. This is hard to describe. Shaking her head, she tries again.]

It's fine to love someone else here, isn't it?

( Drunk Yuuki ramblings... )

[What better way to kick off a mingle than to broadcast the invitation to the entire dome?]

Hey ya'll. I know it's kinda outta place t'say Welcome to Marina cause no one really wants t'be here, but it ain't all bad. In any case, I've got a bar an grill here in Sector 4 called Merlotte's, figure th' new arrivals may want to come on down and have a drink or two after a trip like that.

Anyone's welcome of course, we're open from mornin' to night. Come on in an' have a bite to eat or somethin' to ease your troubles.

((ooc: This is an open mingle. Feel free to thread everywhere with anyone. As always, before threadjacking make sure it's okay by the player but otherwise have fun! Sam is available to chat with either by Video or in person and his thread is right Here. There is a full menu of down-home diner/grill sort of foods, so hamburgers, french fries, salads, soups, breakfast items or whatever other comfort food you can think of and a few other things from other worlds. There is a full bar, wine, liquor, beer and even blood or synthetic blood. He also has a pool table and there's plenty of room in booths or tables to play cards or whatever else.))

[ It's the first annual monthly bi-weekly — it's the first Memorial Garden Committee meeting! The invitations have been sent, a couple of park benches in Sector 0 have been claimed and there's even a few plates of home-made cookies put out in case the allure of fast food on a stick wasn't enough. How can you resist? That's right, you can't!

The instigator to all this is pretty nervous but once the clock strikes noon he clears his throat and kicks off the meeting the only way he can. ]

Alright, so… some of all y'all might remember me talkin' 'bout puttin' together a Memorial Garden for all our friends who've disappeared a while back. Now, I know we already got some o' that stuff 'round here but this would be somethin' we'd create all on our own. We'd decide what t' plant in it an' tend to it an' pool our rehab points together to get seeds an' plants or whatever else we need.

There ain't no pressure to help out. We do what we can, alright? What we're good at. I'm happy to help anyone who don't know how t' grow things an' wants to learn, but th' important part is that we all get a chance to have a say in this. This is where this comes in. Just write down your ideas an' we'll gather it all up an' make sure everyone gets somethin' they want.

[ He gestures to a SUGGESTION BOX set out with a stack of paper and some pens for all your suggestive needs. ]

Alright... that's all I had t' say. You go on an' talk amongst yourselves an' have fun!

(ooc: Mingle! Socialize to your hearts content, whether you got an invitation to the meeting or not. Notifs are off but Aidan has a thread HERE if you want to hit him up specifically! Feel free to let your character leave serious ideas for the memorial garden (or just troll the hell out of it) in the suggestion box HERE ! ))

An underwater prison. I have to admit, that is a first...

[The face that greets the viewer is one that looks more curious than anything else. She has lively blue eyes, dark hair, and pale skin. She also has a row of dots starting on each side of her face, going down beneath that teal and black uniform she is wearing.]

This is Lieutenant Commander Dax to... anyone that can hear? …Benjamin? Deep Space Nine? Hmm.

[And she pokes around on the buttons for several moments, trying several things. The feed cuts for a time, before it comes back.]

Well. I think this may very well count for one of the strangest situations I have found myself in, and I have had some strange hellos before.

[That is said with a touch of amusement in her voice. After all, she does have not only her own experiences to draw upon, but also those of seven other hosts.]

My name is Jadzia Dax, and I must say, that was not exactly the way I like to wake up in the morning- or even the night. What I can tell is that I am no longer on Deep Space Nine- or on any spaceship, unless this is a holosuite program, and I am finding that rather hard to believe.

[A knowing look although there is a mischievous glint to her eyes.]

My commbadge also seems to be missing, along with my uniform, so any information would be greatly appreciated.

[The feed opens up to Rebekah inside of her apartment. It looks cleaner than last time, probably because she had Oz over to help her the day before. In any case when she speaks she tries to keep her voice even -- nonchalant even.]

Is it time for new arrivals already? Seems to have come quicker than usual. [Maybe because she had been hoping to see a familiar face or two -- hoping that maybe one of her brothers would resurface or Quinn that she wouldn't be alone.

But that didn't happen. She isn't that lucky.

Which leads her to her next statement.]

Now that my place is clean again it's easier to see how empty it is with only me in it. Perhaps I should look for someplace smaller. [Which is her way of subtly saying Niklaus and Kol are gone now.

She doesn't linger on the message after that, turning the feed off.]

[Have a very angry looking Mal. He figures this is all Alliance tricks. Maybe drugs. He's not sure. But the tech definitely seems Alliance. Except for when he steps out and realizes he's underwater. That's pretty new, but he won't let them know how unsettling the whole thing is.]
Clearly I ain't dead, and I ain't dreamin' because I never seen orange in this color. Thought you took yer criminals an' stuck 'em in mines or other hard labor colonies. Hell, even if you did want me in prison, I seem to remember grey bein' a favorite color? 'Least that's what the good Doctor says.

But I suppose y'all are pleased to get him and his sister back. My only question is where's my coat. I know you had to take the gun away, but I want the coat back. And the pants too preferably. And if you just let me know where they are, and where Serenity is, I'll be on my way with my crew.

Well, that was unexpected.

[ the very confident and ultimately extremely british voice sounds rather less frightened than it likely should, considering the person attached to it just got told she's in prison for the rest of her life. helen's not really buying that. let them try to keep her here. ]

I have to say -- [ she raises her voice just slightly, as though speaking to the communicator isn't enough. she'd like to catch the attention of the "wardens," if possible. ] -- I usually favor face-to-face discussions, like civilized adults. None of this "enjoy your stay" from afar.

[ she supposes it could be worse. she could be stuck in a prison with addison. she pauses for a moment to internally shudder at that. dear god, if addison's here, she'll probably throw something.

at some point she'll drop the bite to her voice, but that point isn't right now. ]

I suppose the term "extenuating circumstances" means little to you. Allow me to let you in on a little secret: the last time someone tried to hold me hostage against my will, a friend and I blew them up. I'd rather not have the same happen here.

[ and with that, she cuts the communication. bait set. time to see who bites. ]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 215 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm with scattered clouds ].

New inmates will be arriving in the facility shortly. Please be aware of this disturbance as you go about your day and help them get started on their [ rehabilitation ]. We value your cooperation.

[Mail delivery of the day: Postcard for Lacus Clyne from Sougo Okita ]

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here! )

Just thought I'd come on and let those who were friends of hers know that Jessica Hamby's gone.

[ home? she hopes. she hopes jason's gone home, too, but all this talk of getting lost in the dimensional stabilizer makes her both wonder if they're gone from their world forever and quickly deny any possibility of that happening. ]

I'm real sorry, but maybe this is for the best?

Welcome or welcome back to Paranormal Studies.

[Sam starts off with another disclaimer-type comment for the new students as he did at the beginning of his last class about how this isn't a class on hunting.]
( Wendigo )

Questions & Discussion

Okay, I think that's everything I had. Has anyone else ever heard of or encountered a Wendigo or something similar? Or are there any questions?

(OOC: Backdated to late afternoon. Mingle style. Notifs are off so tag Sam during class with questions or catch him before or after. Use your discretion with the links provided. Sam didn't necessarily cover every detail, but feel free to bring more into it. Warnings for talk of cannibalism and torture.)

( Closed to Miranda )

[ open action ]

Bak had no intentions of replacing Komui or Fou or anyone else for that matter. But his desolate wanderings had taken him by the pet shop on a whim. To pick up some random chew toy for Lee, Miranda's vulpix. Anything to keep her from crying. If he could!

Except...

There was a dog staring at him, watching his every move as he shuffled through the shop. It was unnerving and not just because it reminded him of Komui. N o p e. It's that look in his eye. Like Bak was a favorite chew toy. And Bak was threw with being tossed around!

So, if you happen to wander into the shop this afternoon, never fear the tirade going on inside. Bak's just letting off a little steam and pointing fingers. And for what it's worth, that puppy is taking it pretty damn calmly and only with a few minor wags of his tail. Y e p. Just like Komui. That unrepentant jerk! He was gonna miss you. ]</small>

[Here in this mild-mannered meeting room, something very normal is going on. Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU Defense Force is interviewing an interested party for membership. Leader of the force, Kitty Pryde, is also attending the proceedings, leaving most of the questioning to the profiler, but most assuredly taking everything in.

For as common as this has become—routine even—there is a slight aberration this time around.

The candidate they are interviewing is...a unicorn.]

What was your name again [Mr. Pony]?

[Oz has been hiding away since the loss of control over emotions for everyone in the dome. He’d lost control of the wolf and ultimately hurt people. Badly. That doesn’t sit well with Oz. But having locked himself away for awhile was all he could do before he had to accept his punishment. He doesn’t open a video post. It’s just a voice. The fewer people who see him locked away in a cage, the better.]

Hey. It’s Oz. So… chores. I have to help with three of them. Any takers?

[Jake has some water guns. Sadly, they are not real guns, but he misses the weight, the feel, and practicing. So he's in a park, pick a park, ALL OF THE PARKS, just shooting and posing and practicing his aim and has picture-perfect form.

He might accidentally shoot you with water if he's feeling silly, which he always is.]

[Caliborn got really pumped about his punishment, in that it meant that he could finally get some artistic recognition.]

[What he didn't get so pumped about was the fact that his name was to be displayed alongside them. So instead of bragging to the whole network about his awesome new art pieces, he just quietly submits his work and goes to find something better to do.]

[Which means going to the arcade to dick around with the shooters and fighting games for a while, and then looting the media store. Or he likes to think of it as looting, since he doesn't have to pay for anything, but there wasn't anything explicitly wrong about his conduct. ...Other than the part where he started giggling maliciously and ran out of the store, anyway.]

[Caliborn decides to round out his night by hooking up a brand new stereo. He'd pawed through the musical selections and picked out the things that looked the most offensive. So now he's pointing the speakers at the wall, cranking up the volume, and hitting "play" on his shiny new monster metal album.]

[At around 1:00am.]

[To those who are vaguely adjacent to his Sector 2 apartment: I am so sorry.]

Since Rose left to go back to her own apartment and with Ianto and Jack busy doing what she suspected they were doing, Martha had spent quite a bit of time by herself. She'd gone to the one Investigation Team meeting, but mainly stayed to the outskirts watching and observing. Today she was running errands.

Her day started with a trip to the library. After picking up three books, she made her way to the sector three gardens. Martha had taken up meditation, and though she wasn't very good at it yet, it was helping her calm her mind and think through her predicament. If one were to stumble across her at the library, they'd find her in the medical section or the self-help section. In the gardens, she found a quiet spot to meditate. Most noticeable about her were the three lines of stitches on the back of her arm starting near her wrist and disappearing under her sleeve. Second most notable were the books either in her arms or next to her on the ground: two on advanced medical knowledge and a self-help book on losing one's fiance.

( [Starts off with some sexy shenanigans so here's a cut just in case.] )