MarinaNova Asylum

_{[Well, here is an Ashura at his morning tea, looking pensive, as if somehow expecting the tea to taste different.]}

You know, in all the commotion of yesterday, I rather forgot I had turned 279. Odd, isn't it, how you can forget something like that? I had thought... I would feel different on that realization, but I suppose we all expect that and it never really happens. Maybe that will happen at 280, a milestone of sorts.

What do you all usually do for your birthdays in your worlds? Any special customs?

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This gift basket is awful nice. So uh... thanks for that. [A pause to glance at the note. Then speaking slowly as he reads off the name.] Marina Asylum Welcoming Committee.

[ Putting the note down he continues to sort of talk to whoever will listen.]

Definitely not somethin’ you’d expect when arrivin’ in a prison with a life sentence. I was thinkin’ more cat calls and guys with arms twice as big as my head.

[He pulls out some things, a bag of pretzels, jelly beans, a jar of jam. He looks at the fruit inside then sets it on a table. He pulls out a flash light, followed by the bottle of lotion and gives a small scoff of amusement. Seems like something more for the ladies, which makes him think of certain girls he met the other day. ]

Hey Sook, you still here? [He could give it to her maybe.]

This place doesn’t seem as busy as it was when I first arrived. Guess they let a few people go huh?

[But not him. That’s not as much of a surprise really. He never found Tommy and can’t go home. He’s hiding how much that sucks behind a glass of Whiskey.]

Least the Warden’s are decent enough to give free hooch.

[Touma was in the library with his notebook, still working on getting things together that he could remember from his previous notebook that had been left behind, what he could remember from the night of the transfer, and what he had observed during the glitch with all the temporary inmates. And he was doing this despite Nasuti's disappearance. It was something to focus on, and, even without her here to bounce ideas off of, he was determined to work this out.

At some point, he clicks on the video for his comm.]

Hey, uh... Jane Foster? Sorry we didn't get to meet up earlier, but with all those people and the weird glitches, things got kinda crazy and weird for the Defense Force. But, it looks like stuff's calmed down a bit, so, if you've got some time... I'm in the library.

[Sitting on the edge of a building, overlooking one of the busier, crowded areas, while searching for familiar faces. There's already too many individuals from her home world. Even if time...seems to be disregarding everything she knows to be possible.

If asked, she's not searching for anyone in particular... not really.

But, uh, well she should keep an eye out for her team mates. Because that's what friends do! Yeah.]

I know I haven't been here that long and all. But is this normal?

[She doesn't have to specify what really, for people to know what she's talking about, but she will anyway.]

This place is getting crowded. It's weird, isn't it? Do the wardens kidnap people based on their connections to one another? I mean - it's odd isn't it? That so many people here have other individuals they know from home.

Well, it's good to see our Wardens have a sense of humor! [That would be a blue fuzzy demon looking man with three fingers tugging at the front of an orange jumpsuit. He has a light german accent so his W's sound more like V's. He's spoken enough English by now that it's not too thick.]

That's not a very common trait for machines, at least in my experience.

Right, where are my manners? Guten Tag! [Which will automatically translate to "Good Day" anyway thanks to the communicator.]

My name is Kurt, and I hope we have an enjoyable time while we're made prisoner. [Hard to tell if he's being just a tad facetious there. He does hope it's fun for the most part of course! It's the prisoner part that he makes light of. He's got it in his head that this will be temporary though.]

Should I worry about dropping the soap?

[MOMO was spending the day in the park with Ume. She had a ball and was tossing it back and forth for the dog to grab and bring back, which Ume was very happy to do, tail wagging. MOMO would shower the pup with praise and petting, sometimes a treat, and then toss the ball again for Ume to go fetch.

If she was distracted enough, she just might have tossed that ball at you!]

[Hi, have a confused, scarred prince on the other side of your video here. He’s wearing a tattered, less stylish RED prison uniform!]

This is definitely not the Boiling Rock.

[Hello captain obvious.]

How did I… [No. Wait. First things first. They needed to regroup.]

If anyone here knows me or what the heck I’m talking about then uhm… just, ya know, use this… … … thing.

[Yeah he’s got nothing. It’s weird and confusing but it speaks somehow and he doesn’t have time to marvel at technology. He’s too busy with the whole UNDER THE OCEAN thing. He wasn’t sure if Sokka were even here or if he managed to remain undercover. So he couldn't afford to drop names. He could be their only chance at this rate.]

This is Zuko... In case you didn't already know that. [Right. Yes. Turning it off now cause he was awkward enough as is. Also facepalming at himself. Can he do that over? ]

Hey, everybody!

[ You can't see it, but he's totally waving. :D ]

What's your name?


[ Yep. That's it. Your name, Li wants it. All bazillion of you. ]

[The video opens on a smiling Hakkai, who is obviously out enjoying the weather. He's settled near what looks to be a pond, one hand dangling in the water.]

My. It's certainly noisy here today. I had no idea we were entertaining guests.

You know, for a prison, it's quite nice. One would expect cells and the like, not decently appointed rooms and warm food. Quite a change from some other places I've been.

Well, barring that little inn in the last town my friends and I were at. The mistress there was a very adept cook. Of course, we couldn't stay there too long since one of my companions decided to try and seduce her. Waking up to a fight in the hallway in the middle of the night has a habit of hurrying any group out the door, provided someone's throwing things at them.


Ah... I digress.

Would someone please tell me where I can find something other than this... garish orange thing to wear? It's neither my color, nor my style.

[After the meeting with both Garcia and Reid and then the one with Reid and Komui, Derek needs to work off some of the tension that is quickly building up inside of him. He isn’t used to being unable to act, not just immediately act, but unable to act at all. And with where he left things off back home, he doesn't much care for being unable to take care of and keep safe the people here that he counts as close as family. None of this sits well with him.

He heads for the familiarity of the work-out equipment in the Athletic Complex in Sector One and in sweats and a tank, he gets started on working off some steam. It's a prevention tactic, really. It's this or explode all over someone with everything he has pent up inside of himself. After an hour of lifting weights doesn’t do much of anything for him, he can now be found at a punching bag. He’s wailing on it, each movement vigorous and each punch sharp and hard as if the punching bag itself has personally offended him. He isn’t in the best mind set right now, but anyone is free to see him, find him or contact him and interrupt.]

[the communicator flicks on to a lot of throat clearing and subtle coughing. For a moment Stiles thinks about shutting the screen off and burying his head in his books, but. It's too late for that, right?]

Right so. Uh, I'm still pretty new to this place, but even I've realized that not everyone here is from California, or even from the same -- world as I am. Which got me thinking about stuff. Stuff of the supernatural variety. You know, ghosts, witches, voodoo magic, superpowers, werewolves. [He manages to sound very casual at the last bit. Aw yes.]

I'd like to know if anyone here has experience with those kind of things. And if you don't want to tell me, uh that's fine. I don't judge. I'm not really in a position to do a whole lot of judging considering...my situation. But yeah, it'd be nice to know.

[And he'll be sitting at this computer in the library, pretending to do something else while waiting. He's got a bunch of books all piled up by his chair, and most of them are things like Le Supernatural. Guy's gotta do his research!]

[The past few days had been rough, especially the other way, when speaking with their esteemed warden. It had irritated him to no end. Before, with Sentience and Acumen, who seemed so... dispassionate, so remote, these two irritated him with their attempts at life and firmer control. He did not like it, did not like feeling as if a yoke was being placed on him. And they expected him to further whatever their odd little cause was? He thought not!

But, speaking all this aloud, and widely so, would earn him their regard in a way he did not want, or so he believed, so instead he turned towards one person he knew to be here whom he knew he could vent with, and would gladly vent in return.

Axel.

He picked up his communicator, sending the other a private video message - ]

Axel, care to join me for a drink? I feel it is about time I paid the establishments a visit, and whom better to bring with me?

[The first rule of Sector 6 is that we don't talk about Sector 6. That being said, there are some especially excited sounds coming from the barrier around Sector 6 today. Those in adjacent sectors really can't help but hear it. There's definitely scratching and thrashing against the wall. There's even the occasional roar or screech.]

Rise and shine, criminals. Welcome to Day 178 of the first generation. Your sky will be as sunny as your dispositions.

It seems you've managed to stop harming one another for a day. Well done. Maybe you aren't completely without hope. Or maybe you were just too distracted by the museum which is having a wonderful presentation on paperclips and other paper binding systems today.

Requested items for Wheatley and Kohran Li are now available for pick up at the kiosk.

[Itachi is assessing the athletic facilities in Sector 1 at the moment, particularly the training fields and the equipment provided by the sentinels. They seem to be more than acceptable for the purposes he has for them.

He lightly tests the weight of the practice weapons, flipping them and spinning them to see how balanced they are. Wood is not the same as metal, but it is still a usable for training. He can't spend his days doing nothing, he's bored easily enough now as it is. Yes to some he may look odd, with his discolored skin and red-on-black eyes. But you'll find he doesn't much care what other's think on the matter beyond abject curiosity.]

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How interesting isn't it, how easily we fall back into the familiar routines here. The familiar becomes an anchor. Hn.

Tomorrow, six o'clock in the morning, will resume the Physical Defense course, for those who still wish to attend it. For those who have never heard of it, the name is self explanatory. It focuses on hand-to-hand combat and diversion tactics. There is no experience level required to participate. Volunteers are accepted as always in assisting in daily lessons and exams.

Come as you like, leave as you please. I have no desire to those who do not wish to learn.

[ among the many things bruce banner had not expected to find in an underwater prison was the presence of a pet store. or, more accurately, a pet....orgy, for lack of better words. cats, dogs, birds, squirrels...and is that a turtle with a duck head waddling its way across the grass?

ask him later and he'll claim it was all in the name of Science, but somehow, bruce manages to find himself in the middle of a group of overly excited domesticated animals, a very fuzzy turtleduck chick held carefully in his hands.

if you know what the thing is, you might want to explain it to him, otherwise that perplexed look isn't going to go away any time soon. ]

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[Ashura lay cradled in the warmth of the springs - if that was what one was to call them, to be honest he was not terribly sure if they qualified as springs or baths. Admittedly, he was quite enjoying this, his hair wrapped up behind his head in a dark mass, and thankfully his torque with its ruby nestled happily around his throat. It had near physically hurt, being parted from it. It had been gift, when he was a child....

Unconsciously he reached out, touching the gold and rounded jewel, closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the natural cushion of his hair.

After a bit he turned, gathering up the new communicator and clicking it on so only his voice transmitted -]

I like to say I am a strong willed sort of person, but the wardens have proven effective in this seduction of us with this springs-baths place.

I suppose it is redundant to ask anyone why they think we have sudden new amenities, as it has been asked again and again already. But I do not think it is a question that will ever entirely leave us....

Or maybe that is a warrior's mind worrying over small things and missing the bigger picture.

I grow weary of this. [This is coming from the tall, muscular blond who has been throwing himself at the dome walls in utter fury for the past ten minutes. He is powerless again, it seems, entirely mortal, clothed in this strange, orange garb, and without Mjolnir. What he does not understand is why his hammer does not return to him, no matter how hard he calls to it. Has he not continued to prove that he is worthy of its power? And what of Loki, and the Tesseract?]

[His brows are furrowed, and though he isn’t aware of it, Thor looks utterly savage in that moment.] Come. Show yourselves. I am tired of these games. [Being locked in this place like an animal, suddenly fragile and mortal once more. Even shouting to Odin had done no good. Either his father was ignoring him, or…]

[No. He did not want to think about what else could possibly be happening. He needed to get out, and quickly. Loki couldn’t possibly be behind this after the beating he had taken.]

[Someone's not sounding as collected as some people may be used to.]
I do not have the time for this foolishness! Release me or suffer the consequences!

Rolo! Miss Sayoko! Ohgi! Come in, any of you!

[Nasuti is not too happy about the orange jumpsuits, but she's trying to make the most of it. She has her hair up in a tight bun as she slowly jogs the streets of Marina Nova.]

They're calling this progress, but it sure seems like some huge steps backwards, if you ask me. Though I guess they can't let us forget that we're prisoners...like we could forget...

So the jump-suits are a point against. Anything new and shiny about this place that would count in its favor? Since it looks like we've got a lot of ground to cover, guess it wouldn't hurt to put our heads together.

[locked to Touma]

It's just you and me now, huh? Are you as clueless as I am as to why?