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? ]

(OOC: Event Info)

[The screen will show a very crossed Slayer who aiming the camera at an odd angle, trying to figure out if its working correctly. Finally she got it focus on the upper half of her body]

Yo, where the hell are my clothes?


I don't know what kind of woman whoever kidnapped me thinks I am, if you wanted me to be naked, just ask. Since I didn't approve this, give me my shit back now!

THERAPY GROUPS
More linked as they come up!

Turning a New Leaf
Polyamorous Individuals
PTSD and You
Murderers Anonymous
Addicts Anonymous
Counting Days - Managing Life with a Chronic Illness
Phobias and You
Impostor Syndrome
Abandonment Issues

Event info!

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.)

[Gym]

[Alex Karev is pushing fifty with a rough, on the rocks kind of look. He's had his ups and downs in the dome, suffered through lapses of things he swore he'd never get caught up in and then some. But he's over 1000 days sober. Three years, if you want to make it sound less of an achievement. He'd given up on medicine for a few years before that, the Bad Years, and while he's retained knowledge and started to mildly practice again he's much more reclusive. That's what happens when your life royally screws you, repeatedly, to the point where you screw it right on back by pushing away a good thing. The Best Thing that's happened to him here. The best person-- who isn't here. So it doesn't matter.

He's at the gym in a hoodie an sweats, doing a little shadow boxing or beating up a punching bag with the hood up and a strained cloud of anxiety looming overhead. He's aged, no longer as fit as before but there's still a core of strength in him. A rage, even, that doesn't go away. Of course it doesn't go away. And knowing it's what links him to his father, that just fuels it further. At least tonight he'll have some bloody knuckles to look over.]

[Daffodil Dive]

[This is the only bar he lets him set foot in, and only then because he knows it's the only bar that wouldn't give him a drop from the tap if he begged. (And there are some sad, blurry memories of when he might've done just that.) It has the atmosphere that he misses, that feeling that he craves, but it doesn't fully satisfy the itch. Nothing does, of course. And it's feeling much worse tonight as he sips on his club soda and picks at bar nuts, bloody knuckles loosely wrapped in gauze.

He'll be there for a while, longingly staring at the taps with a look half disgusted. Then after he's loitered enough he'll shuffle away, either to the restrooms or back off into the night when he's finally had too much.]

( Private to Aidan Reilly )

[ Video ]

Hello everyone. My name is James Tiberius Kirk - but just feel free to call me Jim. I'm going to be your new self-defense teacher at the Academy. In two days I will be holding the first of my classes aimed at beginners. That is, anyone who wants to learn the basics of self-defense. Anyone of any level is encouraged to stop by, but just know this particular class won't be challenging for those of you with a lot more experience.

If you're looking for a sparring partner, I'm more than happy to arrange private sessions.

The first session for those with slightly more experience - Intermediate, you could say - will be on Day 414, and the Expert class will be on Day 416. I would like to keep those classes a bit smaller, so if you're interested let me know.

All classes will be from 10-11AM.

Kirk, out.

[ Action ]

<sub>[ With his little PSA given, it's time to go about his usual routine. It would look bad if the instructor for something like self-defense wasn't in shape, right? Not that he was out of it - and could you even get out of shape in a digital world? They could feel things like pain, sweat, and pleasure, so best not to court the possibility.

Which means he's taken to the beach for the morning, running along the sand, or practicing a type of shadow-boxing. He had better be at peak condition for his students. He wouldn't want to disappoint, especially if they were giving up an hour of their time to learn from him. Plus, Pike's ghost would be forever ashamed of him and he couldn't live with that.

After the workout, though, he'll probably be found sitting at the Daffodil Dive working on the lesson plan - but that doesn't mean he wouldn't welcome the distraction. ]</sub>

[ Okay, full disclosure, Aidan is still reeling from the surprise visit the other day but he has chores to do and things to work out and yeah okay maybe he's doing that thing where you give yourself a thousand things to do so you don't get too stuck in your head but of course that doesn't work an-

He needs some coffee. A lot of coffee.

Aidan can be found scurrying about the dome, appropriately distracted, tripping over kite lines and mainlining coffee. He'll make a stop at the clinic for a checkup, drop by the Athletic Center to practice his baseball throws in a manner that can only be described as aggressively determined and then later, at the end of the day, he'll slowly deflate in the Memorial Garden, planting some heather with great care. Strong, sturdy, able to withstand tough climates... yeah, this is about something. He'll stay there until after nightfall unless someone makes him leave. ]

[ VIdeo ]

So, this is bullshit, right? We can all agree that this is bullshit? Did someone slip me something in my drink because I swear to God-

[ Deep breaths. ]

Okay, okay... so. What is there to do around here while I wait for this bad trip to wear off?

[ Action ]

[ At some point, Suzie will find her way to the barbecue party at the beach. Not a terrible place to waste some time, especially if there's beer around — it's been awhile since she had some time to just chillax and wait for psychotropic drugs to wear off. Come join her? ]

Well, it sounds like something funky's going on today - but aren't we used to that? Something's always going down in this wacky place but even so I guess I better warn ya to all keep safe, alright? While we'd love to see you pay us a visit in the clinic, we don't want to see you hurt! That'd just make for a real sour day all together, wouldn't it. Now, keep safe and stick together and feel free to ask questions if you're new, confused or slightly disoriented. In the latter case, feel free to come see me too and I'll give you a check up. Free of charge! The name's Dr. Karev, but you can just call me Alex. We can give you a nice cot to rest in, monitor you and get some remedies for any memory loss or any other malady you might be suffering!

Plus, we have lollipops. Pretty cool, am I right?

[Private to Chuck]

Hey lovely, can I ask a favor?


[Open Action - Clinic & Coffee]

[So Karev's living up the alternate reality dream as if he stepped into Marina the day he arrived as his canon counterpart, who looks something like this. Cheerful, chief resident, he's all about pep talks and horn rimmed glasses, polo shirts and smiling faces as he struts around the clinic keeping it in order today. Still, the itch to practice medicine happens under the surface but he's trying to be the good guy doctor this place needs.

When not at the clinic, he'll be refueling on coffee every so often or catching a bite to eat.]

[ Chuck isn't shy about enjoying herself on a normal day, so this vacation has been a nice break but nothing out of the ordinary. Good food, exploring the waterfall and forest trails, relaxing in the softest bed she's ever slept in... all that is fine and dandy but if this really is their last day in paradise, she should do something different. Something she may have wanted to do — might've even done on her honeymoon — but that isn't entirely socially acceptable.

She makes her way to the lagoon sometime during the afternoon, wearing a sundress and a smile, her hair tied up into a messy bun. If anyone wants to come across her skinny dipping... well. The more the merrier? ]

[ While Kitty is moving on with her life through puppies and paint, Reid is continuing with his through the same routines as always. It's a strange, quiet day what with the robots not being around for once and it's that silence that makes him leave the apartment and hit the streets. He needs to pick up some things for the apartment anyway, now that Nathan's moved in, needs to pick up some books at the library and a couple of extra notebooks and printer paper. Stuff. Life goes on, and today it goes on with lighter steps.

He can be found en route to the library or Bull's Eye, or studying the kiosk in Sector 0. There has to be something going on, right? ]

[Closed to Aidan Reilly]

Hey, you're due in for a check up. You want to swing by the clinic? I can meet you somewhere else, if you'd rather.

[Clinic]

[Guess who's shuffling things around because it's literally the only thing to do. He got to do a touch of medicine not too long ago but it only seemed to whet his appetite for it and the sudden standstill afterward bites extra hard. So why not reorganize syringes by size and tackle the supply closet? It ends with aggravated sighing and him stretching out over an exam bed, hands against his face in a mild attempt to suffocate himself to death with what he's become here.]

This is so frickin' lame.


[Bar; D-Dive]

[Let's unwind with some beer and some blues music, maybe? Is that too much to ask for, a jukebox that doesn't suck? He's not so sure why he's feeling a bit nostalgic for it but he knows why he wants to get drunk. There's about nothing else to do in this god forsaken little fishbowl, aside from maybe getting to poke at some amputated fingers. He used to have a real life.

He mutters between handfuls of bar nuts,] I used to do actual freakin' medicine.

Alright, alright - it's freakin' chaos mode again. [One grumpy doctor starts the feed in scrubs as he moves through the clinic.]

If you need medical attention, clinic's operational. Get here or get help to get here through the Defense Force because I can't guarantee house calls. But if - if you're really stuck, we'll work it out. If anyone with super powers or whatever wants to make themselves useful, bring people in or keep the perimeter of this place in check. Same call goes for anyone with medical training, we can probably find a use for you. I'm Dr. Karev.

( Private to Spencer Reid )

(OOC: EVENT INFO | RAFFLE THREAD)

[Max, given his choice about things, would leave well-enough alone, avoid the network and the other inmates entirely, and keep himself from getting dragged into anything at all, because he knows it's bound to happen. Always does.

Of course, if Max had his way about things, he wouldn't be here at all, despite his profound conviction that it's probably what he deserves. A cop-turned-vigilante? It's been a long time since there's been anything resembling real civilization in the wasteland, but he can remember clear enough what it was like, before everything.

Regardless, he doesn't have his way of things, and he can begrudgingly move along to get along, and can even (he hopes) keep himself out of everything by limiting contact as much as possible. And this - this network - it's impersonal. It keeps him separated even while seeking an answer to a question, so that's better than nothing.

But it takes him a long while after arriving to get around to using it. He's still in prison-orange (he's got nothing else), and he's still dirty from the desert; oil and blood and dirt smeared on his face, a half-healed crossbow bolt wound on his forehead, and numerous scars visible through his badly shorn hair. His leathers are missing. His supplies are missing, right down to his canteen. It's not the lowest he's been in recent memory, though it comes pretty close. Most importantly, however:]

Where can I find a leg brace.

[His voice is low, rough, accent declaring he is, indeed, from Australia - or what's left of it, though softened over time as borders have blurred. The kind of voice that says it's not used very often. And that's all he offers in way of greeting. He's not giving his name, and he doesn't want to know anyone else's.]

[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)

[You have a lot of baggage for your stay. Not the kind you stuff free robes and toiletries into. No, the kind of baggage that helps drive the sort of scenarios you experience. Your fears and your hang ups. Or maybe not everything is about you after all and you have a perfectly random, horrific time. Either way, the adventure starts now. Ring the bell for service.]

OOC: Haunted Hotel Info/Plotting

[The Loss/grieving therapy group was directed to the pet cafe. There are treats for humans and animals alike as well as activities to keep you busy and sharing and growing.]

Animal therapy
Talking about painful things is always easier when buried under kittens.

Inkblots
You look at them and discuss of course!
[Examples: A and B (Don't worry about actually taking that test.) Use any inkblot you find or make up!]


Game
There will be a handout with the following instructions:
Go through the alphabet with a partner, taking every other letter. Come up with a word that starts with your letter which you associate with someone or something you miss and explain what it means to you. [Example: (you) A — Apples — Dad always peeled his apples first, but then he'd eat the peel too. (partner) B — Baseball — My dog had this ratty old baseball he took everywhere. He always slept with his head on top of it.]

Card prompts
There's a table full of cards to get conversations started.
— Finish the sentence: "Today, my grief feels like..."
— Finish the sentence: "Today, I'm really missing..."
— List 5 things you don't miss about what you lost.
— What is the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning?
— What would you say if you had the chance to speak with someone you've lost again?
— What do you think they would tell you they want for you?
— Name 3 things you will do to fill your time and the void left behind.
— And many more...

(OOC: Don't let these prompts limit you. Be creative, if you want a different kind of prompt or activity then run with it! It's fine if your ideas require additional supplies too. This is everyone's post. Mingle! INFO)

[ Ring ring bananaphone. ]