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Oct. 22nd, 2012


[info]ms_pepperpotts
[info]marinanova

[info]ms_pepperpotts
[info]marinanova

Day 190 [Video | Action to Avengers House] shortly after the morning greeting


[info]ms_pepperpotts
[info]marinanova
[oh, good morning, Marina, here is Pepper, dressed very nicely for being in an underwater dome with limited designers OR Louboutins available. She's bright eyed, and smiling.]

Good morning. My name is Pepper Potts. I have a proposition for everyone. A book club, since we are stuck here, yet with access to various reading materials.

I have a few ideas for reading selections, but this is for seeing if there is any interest and to organize the first meeting.
[info]vikingly
[info]marinanova
[info]vikingly
[info]marinanova

Action :: Forward dated to Early Evening

[info]vikingly
[info]marinanova
[The Blood Shack has been redecorated for the evening. The lighting is red and the decor is very Moulin Rouge. The bar has had a facelift of sorts and in the spirit of a costume party is featuring 'candy' flavored shots such as Skittles, Sweet tarts, Caramel Apples, Nerds and Tootsie Rolls. All other 'normal' drinks are available at the bar as well as a selection of synthetic blood. The decor continues in the seating arrangements. The entire room, including the dance floor, stage and platform where Eric's throne sits is bathed in red light. Lording over the entire affair is Eric, dressed as a Viking king. Instead of the helm, he's got a crown made of gold foil and cardboard. His weapons are the plastic sort and he's opted to go bare chested rather than attempting to make any sort of chain mail. He has a faux polar bear throw across his shoulders and is wearing a long, blond wig as well as a fake beard.

Enjoy, mingle and come as you want to be.]


ooc:: Mingle, start threads and make general merriment. This is all pre-blackout. On Thursday evening, I will put up a post blackout thread. Any questions? Let me know

[info]kitty_phase
[info]marinanova

[info]kitty_phase
[info]marinanova

[ action | open | throughout the day ]


[info]kitty_phase
[info]marinanova
[Someone was practicing. Between Yuuri getting stuck on the island, and having seen her double do this very same thing, Kitty was determined to learn how to use her phasing in a way to allow her to levitate or walk on air or whatever it could be called. She knew her ability didn't make air solid, but it was more along the lines of moving her own molecules through the air molecules in a way that let her move upward. It was kind of awkward to think about, really, but, back home, she'd been doing some looking around into how her powers actually worked. It kind of made sense in her head, at least.

So, here she was, hovering at varying heights above the ground throughout the day, falling and trying again, much like someone learning to ride a bicycle without training wheels. She was in Sector 0, as that floating island was her goal.

She was deep in concentration each time, so any distraction might pop her out of it and cause her to drop on whoever was below!]

Oct. 15th, 2012


[info]alwaystraveling
[info]marinanova

[info]alwaystraveling
[info]marinanova

Day 189 Video


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[info]marinanova
[Just when she had feeling the irony of going through capture and murder attempts when she had wanted adventure, here was another situation. But at least here there were innocent people going through the same thing. She hoped.]

Hello? Was anyone else here just…taken? [That was a question everyone could answer yes to whether they meant it or not. But she couldn’t come up with a better way to ask it.]

…Because I wasn’t exactly expecting this. [Well, with all the other recent events, it didn’t stand out much either. She smiles ruefully.] Prison is a new experience. I’ve never even heard of some of the crimes I’ve been accused of. Though the others aren’t things I’ve actually done either. [Maybe one or two, but those weren’t on purpose. Or it was in a circumstance that excused it entirely. She couldn’t have been expected to stay with Tristan when he had captured her, even if it she had agreed to cooperate afterwards.] And this prison is very unlike anything I’ve seen. This thing I’m using to speak through…[She’s not sure if this is more or less disconcerting than her being in prison.]

I’m Yvaine. I’d appreciate your answers, if you can give them. Thank you. [Her smile is nervous and awkward.]
[info]the_dawnster
[info]marinanova
[info]the_dawnster
[info]marinanova

189 ♦ Video / Action - Open

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[info]marinanova
[Dawn has actually been in Sector Zero for about an hour and a half. She’s been combing through all the information provided on the headset unit. She’s had time to decide that this isn’t some wacky dream her subconscious has cooked up for her. Seeing all the people walking around her, all the detail in everything around her, she even pinched herself a few times. Nope, not a dream.

She flips on the video feed.
] Hi MarinaNova Asylum… well, score one for the age of technology, I guess. And hey, I guess I didn’t actually have to study for that impending college algebra test of doom that was supposed to take place tomorrow morning. Time wasted that I’ll never get back. Like, who needs college algebra except for accounting or math-type majors anyway, right? If you graduated high school, don’t you already know all the math of the basic and necessary to everyday life?

[Her rambling ends there and she grows a little more serious, pulling her lip through her teeth. She is trying so hard to put on a brave face and not freak out.] So uhm… I’m looking for someone named Buffy. Short, blonde, usually has really nice shoes and maybe a pointy stick in her hand? [She presses her lips together, stopping herself before she can go on. If Buffy’s here, then everything is going to be okay. That’s what she knows as truth right now. And if Buffy isn’t here, well she’s on the verge of a break down in which there will be many tears and much freaking out.]
[info]goldstarforyou
[info]marinanova
[info]goldstarforyou
[info]marinanova

voice; day 189

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[info]marinanova
I haven't seen any proof that I'm guilty of these crimes and I refuse to go along with it. [ Well, it's a beautiful day for an extremely irritated teenager to be making his voice known on the network, isn't it? That's a pity, because it's precisely what seems to be occurring regardless. Though irritated is a bit of a generalization over "very offended, somewhat confused and somewhat more frightened than anything else". ]

I'm supposed to be doing something very important, and I'm meant to be doing it right now, so if whoever brought me here would only listen to me- [ Adric breaks off with a short frustrated sound, because they won't be really listening, will they? Why should they? It's just so ridiculous to suddenly be somewhere different entirely when he was so close. When he speaks up again, it's nigh on pointing-out-the-obvious. ] It can't just wait. Whatever it is that you want, there's an entire planet at stake! Even a warden has to understand how unfair it is to take prisoners when they're trying to help people. And the Doctor might not even know.

((ooc; tagging at work, pardon my speed.))

Oct. 10th, 2012


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[info]marinanova

[info]dramanticpause
[info]marinanova

[Day 188 | Video]


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[info]marinanova
[ Roxy comes onto the screen looking both a little more sober than she has in most network appearances thus far, and REALLY psyched about something. She's flushed and a little breathless and grinning like she can't stop ]

Okay soooooooo I know that Jane Crocker is like the choicest of chicks around here, 'cause who doesn't want some of that sweet sugar, plus she can bake, and is adorable to boot. [ bounce bounce ] But I'm here to announce that as of today she is officially off limits to AAAAAALL of you! Her smooches are for me and me alone!

[ giggle ]

Oh, and if you want the best cocktails this side of the glass that keeps the ocean from crushing us to death, drop by the Blood Shack some night, I make a killer appletini.

[ gringrinbounce ]

Oct. 9th, 2012


[info]quips
[info]marinanova

[info]quips
[info]marinanova

3 ♕ ACTION | DAY 188


[info]quips
[info]marinanova
[ retail therapy, here cordelia chase comes.

she's currently in sector 3, shuffling around bull's eye in hopes of finding some items of clothing that she can see herself wearing here. she might be looking for angel, too, since a few bright colours in his dark and depressing closet might do him a world of good. she's not betting on it, but it's nice having a distraction.

she's currently looking through a clothing rack. catch her at a rack for women, where this one has a few tops she feels would look great on her figure, taking one off the rack and pressing it against her chest to see if it looks as though it'll fit or look nice on her. or catch her at one that contains men's shirts, pulling the hanger off the metal bar to see how the lining feels and whether or not it can withstand the hell angel will, undoubtedly, put it through. on her arm rests a dark, purple top that she wants to try on after she's gathered her army of garments to take to the fitting rooms. she's far from that stage, however; cordelia's not leaving bull's eye empty-handed.
]

Oct. 4th, 2012


[info]needmymp3
[info]marinanova

[info]needmymp3
[info]marinanova

[No Subject]


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[info]marinanova
Hey, what's up guys?

[Rebecca looks a little tired, but she's hanging out in a pile of blankets on the couch with her laptop in her lap. She gives the camera a little salute, taking a pause to sip from her energy drink.]

I'm working on coding something kind of like an online encyclopedia for the intranet here. Kind of like a wiki, if you've heard of those before, on the internet. Basically, it's a way to have people freely edit and create pages of information that can be easily referenced. I was thinking it might come in helpful for people who haven't been here too long, if they've got questions. And since people come and go, having a hardcopy around might keep less information from falling in between the cracks of person to person conversation.

That's not the reason I'm talking to you guys, though.

[She scrunches her nose.] I need a cool name for it. Shoot me some suggestions, or we might just be stuck with Marina-Wiki. And that's kinda lame.

Oct. 3rd, 2012

[info]alwayswhelmed
[info]marinanova
[info]alwayswhelmed
[info]marinanova

[video]

[info]alwayswhelmed
[info]marinanova
[Robin looks very, very serious. As if he's about to give Marina some really bad news.]

The time has come to reveal my biggest, deepest, darkest secret. I just hope you'll still want to be friends with me once you know.

[He takes a deep breath.]

I'm a mathlete. [With mock-drama:] I know, I know! But I can't help what I am.

Just try to resist the urge to shove me into lockers and steal my lunch money.


[Private to Sector 4 team awesome]

[This time, he does look actually somewhat serious.]

I think Robin and Batgirl are gone. I haven't heard from them in awhile.

Oct. 2nd, 2012


[info]_tricky
[info]marinanova

[info]_tricky
[info]marinanova

Action [open] - Backdated to earlier morning.


[info]_tricky
[info]marinanova
[when he realizes that Thor is gone - 'returned', as happens sometimes to inmates - he sets out from the Avengers' house, heading toward the library with the vague idea that he will find something bizarre and interesting to read about to distract himself.

He walks with his head down, but his eyes are perfectly dry. He can just imagine how disgusted Ikol would be if he cried at something like this. It's not like he's living in a place where everyone hates his guts and Thor was the only thing standing between him and several beatings, anymore.

Still. Even if he wasn't 'his' Thor he was a Thor, Loki's big, golden, comforting brother. And now he's gone.]

Sep. 22nd, 2012


[info]blue_eyed
[info]marinanova

[info]blue_eyed
[info]marinanova

{ day 185 } { event } video | action | open


[info]blue_eyed
[info]marinanova
[ the ground of sector 0 splays out before a communicator recently dropped in some sort of struggle. no matter-- it is quickly being turned on, situated in its proper place. his face, when it comes into view, is split with a manic grin: lips thin with the force of a smile that shows too many teeth, bared like an animal ready to strike. a small giggle burbles up out of him as he smooths his hair with a subtly shaking hand.

in the other hand is the corpse of a hyena wasp, its head twisted at an obscene angle.
]

Has anyone use for a creature so wretched as this?

[ he gives the limp corpse a shake, chuckling softly once more before cutting the feed. ]

Sep. 20th, 2012


[info]marinanova_npc
[info]marinanova

[info]marinanova_npc
[info]marinanova

[ DAY 185 — MINGLE — VISITORS FROM SECTOR 6 ]


[info]marinanova_npc
[info]marinanova
[Exciting day in MarinaNova. Robots and sentinels are out in mass seeking to gather up the escaped inmates from Sector 6, but that doesn't mean they're everywhere. Lots of quiet, little nooks completely free of their protection.]

(OOC: Links! Mammoth Pillbug | Hyena Wasps | Sector 1: Main Athletic Complex | Sector 2: The Education Center | Sector 3: Pa-Ching Arcade | Sector 4: The Movie Theater | Sector 5: The Museum

OOC Information | Veridical's announcement

You are welcome to play on the mingle and/or make your own posts for this event. The pillbug will only interact with people on his thread here, but you're welcome to see him or damage he's done.)

Sep. 17th, 2012


[info]undyingideal
[info]marinanova

[info]undyingideal
[info]marinanova

[ action | video ] OPEN


[info]undyingideal
[info]marinanova
[The damage in Sector 2 has long been repaired from a certain chimera's rampage a few days earlier, forcing Saber to navigate the maze of alleyways from the small corner she'd hid herself away in to rest, instead of going straight through building rubble like she would have been able to before. She eventually manages to squeeze out onto a main street; looking generally worse for the wear with her blue gown wrinkled and rumpled, silver armor scuffed up a bit, and complete with a tiny smudge on her cheek. Some of it from the fight with Zelgadis, some from the tight spaces she ran into on her way.

She makes to dust off her dress before pausing, seeming to realize it's a lost cause, and the next moment it's as if her armor shatters in a brilliant flash, leaving the small girl in a crisp black suit now, blonde hair pulled back neatly and no trace of her previous dishevelment. Throughout all of this, and while starting to fiddle with her device, she keeps an utter impassiveness-- what part of this is out of the ordinary here, after all-- but a hint of unease gradually seeps into it when her attempts to contact Zelgadis go without an answer. She knows her master is present, can feel him even if only slightly at this distance... so she merely assumes that he's incapable of replying. Which means her options are... wandering around, trying to follow their connection to his location, and the network that she so dislikes making use of. But desperate times, and so she straightens out both her tie and expression, and readies to spit out her request as quickly, yet courteously, as she can]


I apologize for any interruption I may be making, but if there are any who could provide information and the result of the-- [Shortest pause; she's aware time has passed but not entirely how much. Who listens to announcements, ever?] -- recent incident in Sector 2, it would greatly appreciated. It is of utmost importance to me, and I have been indisposed for some time, so--

[A sudden, deep rumble interrupts her, echoing at least to the next block and eliminating whatever was going to be said next from sheer surprise, and the girl freezes, expression momentarily unreadable until she very swiftly ducks her head with both clear embarrassment and a hurried "thank you" to the camera before she flicks it off.

It seems the first order of the day should not be information, but food...]


[[ ooc: seiba back from hiatus |D And like it says, her hungry can be heard for quite a distance, so passing people wondering what the hell that noise is, or just witnessing her mahou shoujo-ish transformation, are all very wanted! ]]

Sep. 15th, 2012

[info]mannerly_mayor
[info]marinanova
[info]mannerly_mayor
[info]marinanova

[video | action] [backdated to late afternoon]

[info]mannerly_mayor
[info]marinanova
[the video turns on to a close-up shot of a few pieces of colorful chalk lying on a black road. Then a small hand, its black carapace smeared with color, reaches into the frame and picks up the piece of blue chalk. Then another, equally smudged hand takes the communicator and picks it up, and the video bounces and sways as the communicator is set on the edge of a nearby bench. As the frame is adjusted, the side of a building comes into view:]

[it's covered in a chalk drawing of a blue sky, drifting white clouds, and rolling, chessboard-patterned hills dotted with low, spreading trees and patches of bright green grass. With no black chalk available, the artist has had to improvise: the black chessboard squares are really a fuzzy purplish rainbow of several colors, blended carefully into something a bit like black, but at once much more interesting.]

[the frame is adjusted a little more, enough to bring the artist himself into view, too: WV, a short, black-carapaced alien with a smile on his round face and nearly every part of his person dusted with chalk.]


Denizens of Marina! Greetings, and good afternoon. I am the Wayward Vagabond.

[with that out of the way, he continues:]

What unexpected good fortune this is! I had never thought to seek out this particular medium before—not for a very long time, that is, until today. Perhaps, for once, our machine wardens have shown sense, for I can attest to the therapeutic benefits of chalk! I sought it out once before in a time of dire misery—oh yes, most dire, indeed.

[he blinks. It's a pretty cute blink; his eyes are bitty and quite widely-spaced.]

I trust everyone who has thus far made use of it can attest to such benefits, as well!

Sep. 10th, 2012

[info]mightbelate
[info]marinanova
[info]mightbelate
[info]marinanova

[Video | Action]

[info]mightbelate
[info]marinanova
[Rose is standing on the beach and she does look amused. She's wearing the orange jumpsuit and she's got her arms crossed over her chest. It's her 'I'm having none of this' look. She's ticked. She's been left on the beach by the Doctor again. She's got a clone that she's not entirely sure what to do with, but she knows that someone has to take care of him, make him into the man he could be. The Doctor thinks she's the person for that. She still hasn't decided how she feels about that. It's the Doctor, but it's not the Doctor, not the way his other regenerations are. She does know that this isn't the time to be put in prison, particularly without her human!Doctor or her Doctor!Doctor.]

Had quite enough of beaches. Ever here 'bout timin' bein' everything?

[Big sigh.]

All right then. Anyone ever come here on purpose?
[info]timewarveteran
[info]marinanova
[info]timewarveteran
[info]marinanova

Day 184 [video | action | open]

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[info]marinanova
[video]

[ While the Doctor had seemed almost blase upon his arrival during fourthwall, this video post shows a distinct lack of humor. Wearing the orange jumpsuit, with his severe haircut, he looks like someone who actually belongs in prison. ]

I turn around and -- [ He sniffs, nostrils wide. ] Three days have gone, and so has my jacket. Can't say I'm fond of the ankle monitor, either.

[ He crosses his arms, movements stiff and angry. ] If Ricky'd properly erased me from the Internet -- No, never mind. [ He continues, almost muttering. ] Been heading here all my life, haven't I?

[ He shakes his head, flashes a brief smile with no humor in it. ] Well, do I get the welcoming committee again? Least I won't have to explain the name this time.

[info]borg
[info]marinanova

[info]borg
[info]marinanova

➀➇➃ i ♛ video → open.


[info]borg
[info]marinanova
[ the ugly orange jumpsuit is of no concern to this tall blonde. she's been there for less than an hour, and she's already collecting various components for... something, arranged before her in neat, organized piles. ]

Your communications network is crude and inefficient. [ ah, borg grade insults. gotta love 'em. ] I require an interphasic scanner and a phase compensator. [ she stops to push her hair out of her face, unintentionally showcasing her cybernetic implants. this is why she never wears her hair down. it gets in the way. ] A scanner capable of multiphasic resolutions or a micro-caliper would also prove to be useful.

...thank you for your time. [ spoken almost uncomfortably, like a forced afterthought - which is exactly what it is. ]
[info]recrudescence
[info]marinanova
[info]recrudescence
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Day [184] | Video

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[info]marinanova
[There's a lot of fumbling at first as Alaric takes the communicator off, looks over it, and fits it back on. Look, he's used to phones, not... futuristic headpieces. He doesn't even use bluetooth.

He's made sure to have his private confusion before now. Waking up with a little scrambled memory is nothing new. Sometimes he dies. Sometimes he wakes up and he's not where he'd died. Nothing weird there. (Right.) But over a mile underwater in a giant dome? Little different.

He's adjusting. It's what he does. The furrow to his brow is permanent, though. Once he figured out how to do it, he flicked through his crimes. Read them over a few times. Remembered every single one and thought, for one guilty moment, that maybe he deserved to be here, too.]


So, uh. This is a new one for me. [Understatement. He's never even lived near the ocean, now he's. Under it. Or hallucinating extremely vividly. Obviously not the latter at this point. He's sitting outside The Bistro because, for all the confusion, something that makes a little sense and has that hint of familiarity is more than welcome. Smells good, too. Bonus. He fiddles with his bag, pulling his ring on where it belongs.] The prison thing. And being underwater. I'm guessing there's no point in throwing a fit or demanding release, huh?

Sep. 8th, 2012


[info]ms_pepperpotts
[info]marinanova

[info]ms_pepperpotts
[info]marinanova

Day 183 > Action; Closed to Avengers House, evening


[info]ms_pepperpotts
[info]marinanova
[Pepper had quickly organized a few points of discussion, with a little help from Jane, all meant to manage the Avengers into something of a more cohesive unit, and also set down a few rules of coexistence. Bruce and Steve were easy enough to round up, and so was Thor, but Tony was difficult. Pepper had racked her brains for something, anything to lure him out of his workshop. Until inspiration struck, and she went looking for a string and an extra lacy pair of clean panties. Hey, she was up against a time limit here. She'll make it up to Tony afterwards. Pepper had a few things on her mind, like toilets, boundaries, and shopping, and she knew that it would be easier if things were quickly discussed, or else it would be dragged out for hours.]

[ooc: mingle style, dolls]