MarinaNova Asylum

[This voice is the same voice Marina-dwellers have heard for months, but there is something different about it. Maybe a little deeper. Definitely more projected. His mannerisms and vocal inflections are suddenly filled with drama.]

It seems this grotesque cosmic joke demanded an encore. Well, here I am, fellow prisoners! Q has returned. I'm sure that makes you all infinitely happier than I am. Not even dressed in a body of my own choosing. I have to wear this thing. [Yuuri's arm indicates his oh, so lacking form.]

However, I shall make due, and while my own glorious abilities are bound at least I'm not so useless as a human this time.

(OOC: Q is taking a page from Castiel's playbook it seems. He'll be using Yuuri's ability to move through water to appear throughout the dome. Walking is so very tedious you see. Feel free to have him appear anywhere there is water. And on a rainy day that's a lot of places.)

[The camera turns on to see Zatanna...only there's something off. It is her; her face, her form, even her usual wardrobe. Even her hair and eyes are the same. But her skin looks noticeably paler than usual, like she hasn't seen the sun in quite some time.]

What is this? Who dares summon me? I was having fun!

[There is also a higher pitch to her voice. Scratchy. Whiny. Irritating. Borderline insane.]



AND WHERE'S MY TEEKL?!?




((ooc: For most of the day, Zatanna will be possessed by a being known as Klarion The Witch Boy. A literal Lord of Chaos, and evil magic user from her world. Be afraid. Be very afraid.))

Um... hello? Can anyone hear me or see me? Because, well... I'm having a bit of a problem here.

[Touma looked rather concerned.]

It uh... it seems I can't touch stuff?

[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

[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!]

Hey. [He's still a little awkward with addressing everyone.]

I uh, I’ve got some good news for y’all. Nothin’ on Eric but I’ve decided t’take over the Greasy Spoon in Sector 4 so we can have a human run bar and grill since bots just ain’t as appealin’. [Nothing against vampires! Sort of...]

New name pending... But it’ll probably be called Merlotte’s. Th’bar still needs built and I need some extra hands so if anyone wants a job jus’ let me know. I’ll need anyone willin’ t’cook, clean, do dishes or serve and later bartenders or barbacks if we get enough business. I... haven’t exactly worked out how t'make it worth yer while but we can talk about it. An’ th' work will award y’all points t’get things from the Wardens.

An’likewise I’m lookin’ fer anyone good with their hands t’help me renovate th'place.
Eric, I believe I’ll be takin’ ya up on that offer from a few days ago, ya know, what we agreed upon t’help with your punishment? I know it’s probably in bad taste t’ help competition but, well, I’ll need help with liftin’ and carryin’ in parts or new furniture and th’ like. We can negotiate if ya want.

Otherwise, I hope t’see y’all there an’ hope we can make things just a little more like home for everyone.

Just a heads up that there will be a bot presence for a few days, per the Warden’s orders but once they’re satisfied it’s all ours.

An’ pardon our dust.

[After too long holed up at home, Ritsuka has decided to go out. What better weather to do so than sunny with clear "skies"? None that he can think of.

Ritsuka's destination of choice? Sector 0, naturally. He wants to try the street food - all of the street food - and make memories. This amounts to him snapping photos, mostly of Soubi. But he wants at least one or two photos of the two of them together, so there's a good chance he'll be approaching any inmates who happen to pass by (the robots don't take good pictures).]

[ooc: please label your thread as with Ritsuka OR Soubi but NOT both. Allie and I are trying to get back into the swing of things so we're going to start out slowly, and group threads get too confusing.]

[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.]

[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.]

[It's about that time that baseball teams gather and get their practice on, what with new people joining, and with others who might be interested in joining. Maybe you also know someone on a team and want to be there for moral support. Or! Maybe you just really like baseball and want to watch practices, which take place on days ending in 2, 6 and 9.

Hikaru in particular is the new Team Captain for the Flying Knights. He's visibly nervous about leading the team, despite having been really cocky about taking the role. However, despite his nervousness, he's willing to learn how to be the best Team Captain he can be for his team, if only to kick the asses of Yuuri's team, the Purple Dragons.

Baseball teams, prepare to get PUMPED UP!]


[ooc: This is a mingle/event style post! Everyone is free to do as they wish in regards to what their character is doing, so long as you include it in the header! They can be practicing with their own team members or with the opposing team, interacting or communicating with team members for baseball reasons (or not!), cheering a friend on, taking a break, or anything you can think of! Current baseball teams list along with more info (joining, games, etc). And here's an old baseball mingle for an example of how this has been done in the past.]

[ Roxy's greeting to the majority of Marina doesn't come for a little while after her arrival, mostly because her arrival involved appearing on top of her best friends, and cuddles were meant to happen!

But after all the cuddling and what-not, she figures out her communicator thingamajig and a video goes live - a teenaged girl with ash-blonde hair, pink eyes, and a big grin comes onto the screen ]

Hiiii! [ grin and wave! ] So it looks like Strider was wrong, which must be quite the shock for him, but here I am! I know I met a few of you back when things were goin' all wonky, but I don't know how many of you were like... actually here or just temporarily here. So I guess there maybe aren't any of you still left, but whatever.

The point is, hey there underwater prison folks, I'm Roxy Lalonde and your underwater prison has just gotten like a billion times cooler. [ wink! ] And 'cause Strider probably won't tell, there anywhere in this joint a girl can get a drink?

[The stores have a lot of variety and a decent supply of the basics, but it's all set up for a small prison population and it shows. So, Sam decided to stop at three of the stores before he felt good about the amount of salt he had. New prison. New stockpile. Maybe picking a rainy day wasn't the best choice for this particular mission, but he found a bright orange poncho to hold over it when he was between places and on his way home. Nothing suspicious here!]

(OOC: Feel free to run into him in a store with food, between them, on his way home, or if you're TFW, at home!)

[So. Frogs.]

[It may be less of a draw for a lot of people than the vibrator thing was, but PM is definitely one eager attendee of today's exhibit!]

[The carapacian lady can be found either cooing over the live specimens, carefully reading the displays of the ones that are not so much alive, or perusing the gift shop for amphibian- and frog-related offerings.]

[ castiel is testing out his abilities! this means he is popping in and out all over the facility -- into the library, onto the speaker-island, into your bathroom while you're taking a shower, over your shoulder as you wait on those sciencey results -- you name it, cas is there! staring. watching. waiting.

he might even go so far as to bring you along elsewhere with him, just to see if he can! maybe he leaves you there, and maybe you get stuck via the facility's fun little prison-bar glitch. hopefully he doesn't forget you? ]

[Jessica opens up the feed, looking rather annoyed. And not just because of the awful orange jumpsuit she's been forced in that totally clashes with her bright red hair. Her chin is lifted, and her fangs are bared. She's obviously trying to seem menacing.]

Look, I don't know who the hell you think you are kidnappin' me or whatever, but I ain't the girl to be messing with. You know who my maker is? He's the King of Louisana. What do you think he's gonna do when he finds out what you've done? Or hell, what I'm gonna do to you. I don't take well to bein' kidnapped. Or put in prison.

[There's a pause, and then she adds.]

And who the hell uses underwater prisons anyways? Seems like somethin' out of one of those comic books my ex used to love to read. Kinda lame, if you ask me.

[And with that, she signs off.]

Getting’ real tired of this shit. [New place. New scent. Same bullshit . Still a rat in a cage. His claws flex experimentally, and the blood that spurts out all over his knuckles earns a twitch of his lips. He isn’t amused.]

The fuck are we? [Curt and definitely not polite. Still, he’s expecting answers. Help him out, you friendly folk!]

[Hey look, it's Caroline. But instead of being surrounded by clothes or plans or anything else, she's in her kitchen, baking. Behind her are three casseroles, just sitting there, waiting to be eaten. And Caroline looks bored. Dead bored. She's talking to you Marina Novaians.]

I'm so freakin' bored. [She's already thrown a party, she can't do another one so soon. It's just Party Etiquette and Planning 101. She runs her finger along a spatula before she tastes it.] I need something to do. [Idle hands and all. And being out of her element? She can't figure out what to do.] Tell me guys, what do you guys do around here to keep busy?

Good morning, my fellow inmates! [ one should not be this cheerful so early in the morning, but she somehow manages. ] My name is Quinn Fabray, and I have a proposition for you.

When I was in high school, I had the opportunity to be a part of something that made my teenage years feel a little less like hell. I made friends I wouldn't have otherwise made, and became part of a family that cared for and supported one another through the good times and bad. I wouldn't be who I am today without having been a part of that, and I'd like to give everyone the opportunity to be a part of that here.

After speaking with Euphemia, I'd like to propose a Glee Club. Traditionally, it's a show choir, where you sing and dance competitively, but being in Glee Club is more than that. It's about the freedom of expression and being a part of something that you enjoy, that gives you a reason to get up in the morning. So, if you love music, singing, or dancing - or if you just want to be a part of something, please sign up outside the theater or see me. I welcome and encourage everyone to be a part of Glee Club.

[ there's sign up sheets taped to the amphitheater doors in sector 4. for all your action-y purposes, quinn can be found sitting on the stage, going through sheet music. ]

( ooc → official sign ups HERE! makes it easier to keep track of. ♥ )

[The video flickers on. Rogue is standing in what appears to be sector 0. There's a doorway in the barrier opening up and through it a small, metallic room can be seen. The video starts to shake a little as a robot, heavily damaged from something, emerges. There are deep gashes in the metal casing, but it's still chugging along slowly. Rogue peels off one of her gloves, uncertain if she's going to have to defend herself, or if her power would even work on a bot, but it's what she's got and this thing appears to have been in some sort of battle. She's not taking her chances. She backs away as the robot passes her without any acknowledgement.]

What the blue hell...

Private | Locked to Defense Force Members.

[She fiddles with the video some and locks it up to the Defense Force members. She's not on the Force, but it seems like the sort of thing they'd want to know about. She's following the bot, staying at a distance, but not letting it out of her sight. She's also getting the whole thing on video. When she speaks, it's a whisper. She doesn't want to draw any more attention to herself than necessary.]

I ain't sure what's goin' on but this thing just came outta a door in the barrier and it ain't doin' so well.

[Good morning, whomever is living at Dean's place! Enjoy being awakened to the smell of fresh coffee brewing and pancakes on the griddle. And some bacon, of course, since that seems like something Dean would want.]

[And who's the chef? One pink-haired woman who is wearing one of Dean's shirts and a smile. Come grab a plate! Or, you know, ask what she's doing there.]

((OOC: threads among yourselves are fine too, of course!))