MarinaNova Asylum

[ It's the final day. Sector 0 is all that remains. Where will you go from here? What will you do, now that your sentence has finished? ]

[Tense, Jaden's voice is sharper today.] Today is day 442, everyone.

Thank you for your efforts yesterday in vacating the voided sectors. We had hoped that would be enough, but as it stands... [he pauses, a stressed sigh escaping him] we must continue to shut down Sectors to preserve resources. By noon, sector 2 will be shut down. By 3PM we will be shutting down Sector 3 and by 6PM Sector 4 will also be voided. I am attempting to stagger the shut down for your convenience but please gather all belongings of worth, and relocate yourselves to Sector 0 at the soonest opportunity. We cannot guarantee these Sectors being present past those exact times, so please ensure you are out of there.

Check on your neighbors, check on your friends. Leave unnecessary belongings behind, bring only what you need. Thank you.

[Video]

[Aigis doesn't make many calls. She usually keeps to herself, or tackles what this place throws at them alone. But what their jailers have announced today sounds serious and she looks appropriately concerned.]

Excuse me. I would like to evacuate the Pet Cafe today before the Sector is shut down. I know they may not be real animals. Perhaps they are just part of this program like everything else. But... but I would still like to help them. Is there anyone who can assist me?

[Action]

[And shortly after her call for help she can be found doing just that. A few people heee know she can talk to dogs. Those who don't might be in for a bit of confusion when they come across a robot girl holding a very serious conversation with all the Cafe dogs, who seem to be focused and paying close attention to her words.]

I believe our work will go faster if we have your assistance. If you are able, would you please carry what supplies you can to Sector 0? [There's some barking, which she listens to intently before nodding.] An excellent suggestion. If you cannot carry items please assist other animals in finding their way. Thank you.

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[Video]

Hey guys! It's me again, Becca, back at it with the beach plans for the 'Birthaversary' as I like to call it. There'll be good company and great food at the Beach in Sector 1 all day, so come on out okay? There'll be dancing and beach smores. And gifts for everyone. If that doesn't sell you, let me know what will.

It's also kinda my birthday. You don't wanna disappoint the birthday girl, do you?

[The Beach]

[Rebecca's done her small part in setting up the beach for some all-day fun, from a volleyball net to some (half assed) streamers hanging from the beach huts. There are coolers full of ice and drinks next to a barbecue set up that she's hoping she can con her lovely boyfriend into working at - otherwise it's free grill for those self-inclined. There's food such as salads, burgers, hot-dogs and veggie options ahoy, there's also a ton of pies and cakes contributed by one Charlotte Charles on some set up tables with checkered table cloths. On one such table nearby there is a table of idential bags for guests. Rebecca took some time yesterday to stick random small trinkets and generic gifts in each one so that everyone goes home with something in celebration.

Come nightfall there will be light from some lanterns to set the mood for a warm night by the fires easily lit individually or the larger bonfire that will take place more center stage for smores and general hand-warming. Throughout the day there will be some alcoholic beverages present, but come darker skies it's more liberally passed about in the name of good fun and celebration.]

(Ooc: Comment notifications will be turned off but Rebecca's comment below will be used for network replies. Otherwise, this mingle is open to all for beach birthaversary party shenanigans!)

Anyone need a running partner? I'm trying to keep from getting too comfortable. Besides, keeps productivity up.

Speaking of, anyone interested in robotics and engineering should get in touch with me. I'd like to see about upgrading the facilities at the education center so that we can use it to, well, push the boundaries of what's possible here.

That and, we could probably run a Robot WARS in the basement. Would be good to blow off some steam.

I'm not committing to teaching a class or anything, but I'd be willing to work with anyone interested in this.

Gotta keep busy
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[ Reid has been here long enough by now to suspect that something isn't right. For one, he hasn't worn a flak vest in months but this morning there's one securely strapped to his chest. There's an eerie stillness over the dome, a darkened gloom that makes his heart race. There's also a singular purpose, the marrow-deep knowledge that there's something out there, someone out there and he's been cut off from his team, needs to handle this on his own. It's such an undeniable truth that no rationality in the world can keep him from believing in it.

He retrieves the revolver from the locked drawer where he's left it untouched for the last few months, straps the holster on, hand resting on the familiar weight before he decides to pull it out. Better be prepared. Adrenaline pumping and instincts half-rusted over coming to life, Reid carefully moves out of his apartment and down the corridor. Step by step, revolver raised, eyes watching for any unexpected movements. Through this method he'll comb through the apartment building in Sector 3 and then continue outside until he's absolutely 100% sure the UnSub has been taken care of — or he's killed. Whichever comes first. ]

I wanted to let everyone know I stepped down from the Defense Force, and I don't think it is going to be continued by anyone at this time. [There's really no reason anyone would have to inform her if they were, but based on the discussions that came out of talking to the other members she didn't think so.] If that changes, or anything similar is created in it's place, I'm sure they'll let you know.

(OOC: If your character was on the Defense Force they already know.)

[EVENT INFO]

[ VIDEO - FILTERED AWAY FROM JACK HARKNESS, IANTO JONES, KITTY PRYDE THE OLDER ]

[ Reid has spent some time carefully setting up the encryption, knowing fully well that his attempts to keep this discussion away from from the people that might take it the wrong way may result in them taking it the wrong way, should they ever find out. This is the best way he can think of to discuss this though, as a community and after yesterdays events he feels a stronger need to rally than ever before. 

He's in full on Serious Mode when he clicks on the feed, voice even and confident, perhaps more so than most are used to seeing him. ]

Good afternoon. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Spencer Reid. I'm a member of the Behaviour Analysis Unit of the FBI back home — law enforcement. I used to be part of the Investigative Team- [ Pretty much co-founded it back on day 150. ] - but quit the Force some time ago... and that leads us to what I want to discuss.

As some of you might know, the Defence Force has been controversial for longer than we've been in this prison. I feel, and I doubt I'm alone in this feeling, that it has outgrown its original purpose. There aren't that many of us left, certainly not enough to warrant an internal police force like this. Concerns have been brought up in the past that the Force acts without taking into account the wishes of the rest of the population, with regards to escape plans as well as punishments of our fellow inmates.

This is why I'm addressing you — I want to hear your opinions on the current state of the Defence Force. What is your impression? And, in a broader sense, what do you feel we as a community should do to better protect and care for each other?

Oh, and - please be discreet. I'm not looking to cause trouble with the current leaders of the Force, but I also don't wish to provoke them with this discussion. For the time being, please keep this between us.

[ Video - Chekov ]

Chekov - a word?

[ Video - Karev ]

Hey, uhm... Alex? Can I talk to you?

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[You might run into Kitty out and about today as more things go sideways—maybe literally—but for now have a video!]

Something strange is happening today, and I'm having trouble nailing down a theme.

So far I've noticed a weirder-than-usual morning announcement from our toaster overlord.

My closet was full of pantsuits and only pantsuits. [And that's why she's wearing this out-of-character plum number. You might also see a hint of a blue band. It's been red for awhile so this is new.]

[Video pans down.] I got this [watermelon shark] when I ordered waffles and bacon.

There have been some technical malfunctions. [On Ton's biomechanics, but since he's sensitive about it she doesn't elaborate.]

So, speak up, what's your damage? Le̬͉̭͇͇͓t̪̠̗͍'̷̳̠̙̖̟͙s̨ ̘̰͔̻̟̀f̗̦̠̠̮i̴̘̲̮̭g̴̼͙̣̩͔ur͜e̹͎̫̪ ̞̼̤̪͡th́i̹͇̥̘̞s̡ ̤̻͇ͅo͇ut̬̮̰͕.̼͎̭͚͎̥

(Event Info)

(( OOC: Happy Halloween - sort of! EVENT INFO ))

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[If you're outside today it will be hard to miss all the whimsical, high-flying kites. Might as well get some of your own or spend some time getting them out of trees.]

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[ The video activates without issue, the faintly shimmering visage of the individual who appears on screen seemingly unfazed by the fact that he has found himself imprisoned here. He speaks in a direct, assured tone. ]

Greetings. For those of you I do not know, I am Lieutenant Commander Data.

I am not, in precise terms, "new" to MarinaNova Asylum, though my preliminary observations would seem to indicate that some time has passed since I was last present in this facility. My most recent memories correspond to what the wardens identify as Day 296. I possess no memories that would account for any passage of time thereafter, nor do my self-diagnostics indicate that my files have been altered. It is therefore possible, and the most likely conclusion, that I had been deactivated since that chronological point.

[ And then, with a tilt of his head and arched brows, he shifts into a subtly more congenial tone. ]

If there are any individuals present with whom I was previously familiar, or any Starfleet personnel, I would certainly welcome the opportunity to see a - [ There is a momentary pause, and then he enunciates the next word delicately and deliberately, a quirk at the corner of his mouth accompanying a casual shift in tone. ] - "friendly" face.

[He made a promise and he's not the type to go back on that sort of thing. The job he was given was ridiculous but it was worth it in order to have his pendent returned to him when he arrived here.

Because of that, Hak inherited the local sex shop.

He's spent most of his time in the shop doing repairs and turning it into something less of an eyesore to his senses. He wonders if they'd let him change the name as well. Plush Rump doesn't exactly fit him.

Currently, Hak is walking around the dome pinning up signs. They are all handmade and the bare minimum effort was put forth. To Hak though, it's enough. More than enough.]


[He uses far more tape then he needs to put each advertisement up, but when he steps away to admire the work he's obviously pleased with it. No one can ever say he didn't try.]

[ooc: Feel free to see him. Rip down the papers. Respond to the notes anonymously or however you wish.]

[Inmates, are you enjoying the slow dribble of water coming from your faucets? What about the way the power goes out briefly just as you were about to save something? How about the crisp chill in the morning after temperatures dropped overnight? And maybe the most heinous of all, with no new deliveries coming in anyone who only likes fully yellow bananas with no brown spots is now out of luck! Okay, so it's not exactly the worst thing that could be happening, but it is day three and things are only getting worse even if it's only gradually.]

(OOC: ROUGHING IT EVENT)