MarinaNova Asylum

[You won't hear them coming. You won't see their snare. The mistletoe bots are out and they're hunting you, two by two. You can run and you can hide, but eventually you will be caught, and then there's nothing left to do but kiss your way out!]

(OOC: Mingle until your lips are chapped! Information on mistletoe bots event.)

I don't suppose anybody's seen Bart around today?

I seem to have misplaced him. But not his candy collection.

[Surrounded completely by the best sweets in the dome, and Bart can't even bear to eat a bite. He breaks apart a Cronut with his hands, ready to stuff it in his mouth, but it lingers there in his palms.]

Chloe and Oliver left. [He pauses, clarifying:] Chloe Sullivan and Oliver Queen, if anyone knew multiple Chloes and Olivers. [Their apartments were empty, their comms weren't connecting... Plus Bart knew they couldn't have been dino chow. They were too strong to die that way.] I just figured, if anyone knew them... a heads-up would probably help.

If you need me for any reason, I'll be here. These things can't eat themselves, you know. [Bart smiles thinly - the weakest he's managed since he's arrived in the dome. He'll be hard to miss at Bean Crushers, since he's decided to camp out there for most of the day. When he's not gorging on food? He's running. Doesn't matter where or how fast - dangit, what good is his speed if he can't get that pent-up anger out somehow?]

[The video starts with Yuuri playing on a recorder. He's no Mozart (who is widely known for his recorder-playing skills) but he's not painful to listen to at least. After just a moment, he stops and smiles out at the people. (That's you.)]

Hi! I just wanted to get your attention and there's music stuff everywhere, so that was easy. Anyway, I thought instead of just having practice today we could have a game. I know we've lost some players and it's short notice, but I thought it might be fun. [And they could all use some fun and something to take their minds off attacks so...BASEBALL!] So, come play if you want to play even if you haven't been on a team before and come watch if you want to watch. I'll bring some snacks. You should probably bring some snacks too since I don't know what everyone likes. About two hours? See you there!

[In two hours the baseball field will be ready for a game. There's a table for snacks. Nothing too elaborate—punch, water, pretzels, cracker jacks of course. Sadly, no hot dogs unless you brought your own. People are welcome to join a team for the day or sign up to stay on one! They'll also find lots of musical instruments because it's just one of those days. Nothing like a stand full of people with cymbals?]

(OOC: We aren't really going to play out a full baseball game, but feel free to respond to Yuuri's video broadcast here or tag yourself in to a mingle which can be before, after, or during the game. RNG says The Flying Knights will win this time!)

[ Today is a day where most would be at risk of oversleeping.The dome lies dark like in the dead of night. The sun hasn’t risen today, streetlights casting a dull yellow glow and occasionally flickering out into nothing, only to spark back to life a moment later. There is no electric flicker from the kiosk. The Wardens are still. The wardens are silent.

The dome isn’t silent. There is a rustling of leaves, a snapping of twigs. Claws, scraping against concrete. The inhuman screech of an animal in peril, an animal hunting, an animal hunted. A screech that promises sharp claws and sharper teeth and blood.

The dome isn’t still either. There is something moving, thick as a shadow, tangible as a chill down your spine. Something that doesn’t belong here, something that snuck in when no one was looking. A boogeyman under the bed. A ghost in the closet. A will o’ the wisp, blinking in and out of existence under the flickering streetlights. Whatever it is it’s moving, leaving a trail of cold, dead fear wherever it passes. Something dark. A shadow so pitch black that it blots out the very lights in your heart, dragging your fears out screaming and kicking, reducing even the strongest, toughest man to a blubbering baby.

Perhaps best to stay in bed today, Marina. ]

((OOC: Event information HERE. We ask the winners of the raffle to fill out a simple survey and then tag into the Vapor thread HERE! Happy mingling, Marinanites! ))

Welcome, new arrivals, and hello to everyone. I wanted to take just a moment to tell or remind everyone about our school. Education is so important to everyone whether you've finished the curriculum of your world or not. We have many wonderful teachers with a wide variety of classes at different levels. Students and new faculty and administration are always much appreciated and welcome.

I was hoping maybe some of you would consider taking on a class. Hopefully, you've seen our course catalog in your welcome basket to see what we offer. Some of you won't get them until tomorrow* of course, but there is still so much we could teach.

We don't have any language classes. We used to offer English and Japanese. It would be wonderful to add those or any others again. We need more sciences, math, art, crafts, agriculture, sewing, dance, philosophy, physical fitness or self defense and of course any special interest classes you might think of.

I was also thinking we might have a school fair at some point once it can be organized. That way everyone could learn more about the classes and get to know each other better. If anyone would like to help with that or to take on any new classes, please let me know!


(OOC: *Welcome baskets won't arrive until Day 251 due to the Fear Itself Event. Please use the link above to add any new class you'd like to start!)

[Stiles? Is kind of freaking out. While he's used to getting calls from his friends about having woken up in strange places or not knowing how they got somewhere? It doesn't usually happen to him. He's pacing back in forth in the room he woke up in. He's already listened to the greeting -- and an underwater prison? Really? How is this even possible? He has roughly ten thousand questions and he missed his last dose of Adderall and where the hell is Scott? His heart is beating too fast and he rakes his hand through his hair, eyes wide. Remembering Lydia's trick about holding your breath when you're having a panic attack, he tries that first.

[Then he reaches up and turns on the communicator that is on his head and he doesn't remember putting it on so there's also that. Oh my god. What is my life? he wonders, eyes still alarmingly and almost comically wide.]

Dude. Please tell me someone here knows Scott McCall.

[Because right now that is the one person that Stiles really wants to see because if Scott is there, he knows that somehow, everything is going to be okay.]

Anyone? Bueller...?

[Yuuri helped Aradia move some of her things over to her new room—Hikaru's old room. Of course the bots had cleaned it out when he left. They are creepily efficient about that kind of thing.

So, nothing left to do now, but party, right? That's what you do when you invite a troll girl to take over your former roommate's room without telling your two vampire roommates about it until it's in progress. At least there are streamers? Can't have a good party without some streamers hanging around the kitchen/dining room area. Balloons too. And there's a deli tray and some cupcakes and alcohol. Were the paper hats too far?]

I guess we could play a game or something? So we get to know each other better? Everyone say... [this is him thinking] three things you'd want on a deserted island and one person you'd want with you.

(OOC: I'm thinking we have a game thread that comes from this post with everyone tagging in kind of randomly so we don't get too hung up with trying to do a 4-person thread in order. And then otherwise tag yourself into the apartment and make it kind of like a mingle?)

[Morning Action]

[The new day came around, and once again Krieg found himself in Sector 0. But almost as soon as he got there he realized what he wanted was not there. Thus, another bored day of trying to figure out what to do.]

(You do realize we still have a punishment to complete due to your stupid display, right? You can't just ignore it until it goes away, you need to find something to do. Besides, it's just taking care of a garden, can't be that hard right?)

[He groaned in pain, but almost as soon as he groaned an idea popped into his head. Such a devious idea it was that he actually started to chuckle in utter enjoyment. It was a fantastic idea, near perfect. He's seen it done before, he can recreate it. He will host a Meat and Greet Party in the garden. All he had to do was run around and gather what he needed, and after gaining the friends he has already he has a fairly good idea where to find the things that he needed.

Several hours later he'd find himself with everything prepared in the memorial garden.]

[Video]

[The video feed would click on, and for as shaky as it was everyone could see crude decorations set up around the garden. Thankfully no damage was actually done to the garden itself, but a lot of effort was clearly put into the poorly done decorating. In the area there was a couple of small grills prepared, piles of assorted meats on tables, and the sound of the mornings jaunty tune going on. The camera finally turned back to Krieg, who looked incredibly pleased with himself.]

Friends! I may be down but I am not out, the thrill of the party HAS YET TO START! So join us, for KRIEG'S SUPER FUN MEAT AND GREET! OR I'LL TEAR YOUR EYES OUT!

((ooc: Feel free to party and enjoy yourselves. Krieg will be cooking for people with his breath during the party, so you're free to tag with people other than Krieg. As always, have fun!))

[Asami's a little hesitant as she makes her announcement. This is a new field for her, but a business is a business. Kind of.] Iiii guess I run the Plush Rump now?

If anybody has any suggestions or feedback or anything, now would be the time to start telling me.

Otherwise, I'll... [Her frown fades, and she offers her best businesswoman smile] hope to see you there.

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[Asami can be found at the shop most of the rest of the day, taking inventory and questioning what's happening in her life]

[ even if aradia's switched the feed on to video, she's doing her best to not really look directly at it. she's worried that she might give too much away with eye contact, and that'd be silly, especially when she's working so hard to look calm. repression has never really been her thing, but she wants so badly to remain the optimistic and happy troll that people know her as that she's almost scared to show anything else, as if that'll disappear to be washed away by something else. change is natural, but she's gone through too many cycles to feel like another person because of grief. loss through death is something she understands all too well, but this -- this is different.

when she speaks, her voice is markedly stained, as she's forcing it into stability. ]

... Hi, Yuuri. Are you busy?

[Sougo wants to pretend that yesterday never happened. It was just... weird. And people witnessed him in that odd super great mood he was in. And him being chipper. And cheerful. And throwing his arms up in the air with excitement. He does not approve of this at all. At all.

He is lying in bed confused, but keeping on more of a "sadist face" instead.]

I can't be the only one who ate too much cake. Can you get drunk off of cake? I think that actually happened. I only black out the way I did when I'm drunk. Unless yesterday didn't happen at all. I can't be the only one who thought it felt like a dream. Right?

[He knows it was real, but he's hoping he was wrong, so so wrong!]


[Closed to Lacus and Aidan!]

[He then turns the video off, rolls over and groans in his bed. Okay, okay, maybe he'll get up... very slowly. Therefore he of course has to shout!]

Oi! I need reassurance! Tell me I don't have a cake problem. I can't live this life if I have a cake problem.

[The camera clicks on and off sporadically, a loud and heavy thump heard along with a distinct yelling. The camera finally stayed on as Krieg could clearly be heard yelling as the view darted around his person. He was desperately searching for something on his person that he simply could not find, not paying a moments notice to the welcome information rolling across the visor. Someone however was paying close attention.]

(MarinaNova? What kind of name is that? I suppose if you're an AI with an underwater facility being clever is the last thing on your mind... But how did we get here? One moment we were fighting Jack, the next-)

My Flesh Rippers are GONE!

[As Krieg yelled this out he quickly looked down at the jumpsuit in rage and tore the chest portion off entirely, leaving bits of orange jumpsuit hanging on his arms but leaving his torso exposed.]

The blood may not be running, but AT LEAST MY PECS HAVE PECS.

(...Yeah, great... But do you see what this means? This place has no war, no violence, and no need for death OR killing. This is what we've been waiting for, a place where we can finally work to become normal again. Because of this place, we may finally react like a regular human being and make friends like we had before. So you will not harm anyone here, or my same promise applies even more so down here...)

[Krieg didn't like hearing that one bit. Not only is his Axe, guns, grenades, guns, and fire gone, but he lost his murder friends and could no longer kill anyone. If anyone was still paying attention to him he was very clearly mad and twitching.]

NOOOO!!! THINGS CAN NEVER BE NORMAL! My life is but a never ending pit of blood and bile forged from combat! Let the bullets scrape me clean and fill my soul with the pain of a thousand corpses! I drink the blood and rip the flesh because I! AM! A MONSTER! NOW AND FOREVER!

[Wanting nothing more than to beat someone to a pulp Krieg looked around, however even he knew that he had no power to fight here, and even if he did he did not wish the death that the voice inside promised so many times. So much like an angered child who didn't get what he wanted Krieg sat cross legged on the ground and started to punch the ground and his head interchangeably. For those who paid closer attention however, it looked a lot less like a temper tantrum, and more like a man who had just gotten the entire meaning of his life ripped out from beneath him.]

[ There were blankets set out in the lush parks of the prison, and on top a feast was spread out. Fine china and chubby pots of tea, delicate cake trays filled with tarts, biscuits and sandwiches; yes, anything the hungry and weary prisoners could wish for was laid out for their convenience.

The sun was shining brightly and a playful breeze rustles the leaves of the trees. Surely a wonderful day for a tea party! ]


((ooc: Mingle for your mingling needs! Event information can be found here! ))

[ those who know caroline and know her well, will be able to notice the tremor in it as she comes on the comms. she's quiet and subdued. and for good reason. her best friend, her rock, the person whose friendship they just got back on track is gone. she still has bonnie and stefan, she loves them just as much, but elena is elena.]

Cheerleading practice is cancelled today. [ she's barely holding it together now.] For those who knew her.... Elena Gilbert is gone. Trust me, I've checked and doubled check. I'm sorry. [ and with that, she turns off her device before she can start to cry. chances are, if she doesn't know you, her response will be delayed by a few hours. ]

Hey. Terry McGinnis. It's been a while since I spoke up here, I think, but I've got an open-ended question.

Don't read too much into it. I'm not a super scientist or wizard or anything, so all you get for answering it is making both of us marginally less bored. But I could use a little less boredom. Sports and patrols and working out only do so much for a guy.

Anyway, here goes: Tell me about space where you're from. How many planets have people been to, what other species have you met? How long have you had faster-than-light travel?

Even if you're not from Earth. I wanna hear about alien's aliens too.

[Well this is new. Not that he didn't deserve to be in prison considering the amount of crimes he's committed over the years, even if they'd been in the name of pursuing truth and justice. Illegal was illegal, right?]

[He's not sure what to do right now, but he needs to figure it out, so he takes a deep breath and turns on the camera. An image of an attractive, late twenty-something year old man with light blonde hair and brown eyes appears. He's not smiling, and mostly he just looks very tired. There's a long red gash across his right cheek that looks fresh.]

Hey. I'm new here. [Now he hesitates. He doesn't know what to expect, or what to say next. A first for him, really. He always seemed to say whatever people wanted to hear. Or needed to hear.]

I'm Oliver Queen.

Hello, everyone, oldbies and newbies alike! My name is Aradia, for those of you that don't know me, and I have a proposition for you all.

I've found that the vast beauty of Sector 6 seems to be neglected, unless used for unsavory purposes, and I'd like to fix that! It would really be a shame to let such an interesting environment go unappreciated.

My solution is -- I'd like to set up an exploration team! Anyone and everyone is welcome, though I must stress that cruel and deliberate harm done to any living creature within will not be tolerated. This will be for adventure, not for you to work off violent tendencies.

I'll do my best to round up suitable gear for everyone interested, though any help would be appreciated. Right now, I'm just aiming to get a general idea of interest.

[ aradia sees absolutely no harm in this idea. honestly. sector 6 might be dangerous, but she, personally, is used to that kind of danger, and it doesn't phase her that she is essentially inviting in newbies with very little grasp on marina in general into somewhere like that -- they're capable of handling themselves, right? she's just being friendly. ]

[ caroline's sitting in the park with a happy sort of smile. she's feeling good about things for the first time in a long time. she's wearing her work out gear, probably doing stretches.]

Want to be a cheerleader? Yes, this place has a cheer team and you can be a part of it. Come to signups today at 1pm here at Två Park!

Also! Everyone should come to the costume party that Eric Northman is throwing tomorrow. Whoever has the best costume gets a prize!

[private to elena]

Tomorrow's the party, you're going right? It's normal. We need normal, right?

[private to eric]

So what are you dressing up as at your party? Because wearing all black and being all lurky so does not count.

["Simple gravitational enjoyment"? That was something M'gann had to check out.

And of course she found the wonderful joy that was a giant bouncy castle version of the athletic complex. Well, sure she couldn't possibly pass this up!

So she climbed inside and began bouncing around. She didn't exactly want to be careful about things bouncing around so the poor bots were going to have more work than they normally would have. But she was having fun!

So she was bouncing away, the biggest smile she'd had on her face in a while. What could possibly make this day any better?]