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? ]

Video – 9 am

I assume it doesn't need to be said, but everyone get yourselves and anything you want to hang onto to Sector 0.

Anyone need help with anything, let me know.


Action – open

He spends the morning in Sector 2, picking up a few bits they might need in MAHR and then checking for anyone he needs to shoo out of the sector. He pauses to gaze at the Defence Force Headquarters where he spent so much of his time until the last few weeks, and the Library, where Ianto spent so much of his. A whole lot of memories there and who knows if they'll ever return.

The early afternoon is Sector 3, where he checks in briefly on the clinic, visits the hot springs for memory's sake, and then heads for the Bull's Eye store, where he starts loading sleeping bags and other equipment onto trolleys and shuttling them through to Sector 0.

Sector 4 is more personal. He's lived here the whole eight months he's been here, and built up a lot of memories. Bean Crushers, where he gets the last perfectly brewed coffee from his pet bot Taylor. The Daffodil Dive, with the conflicting emotions it invokes. The little row of restaurants called Little Earth where he and Ianto have eaten so many meals. Captain Jack's Exotic Emporium, a more recent venture but one he's put of effort a lot into; he bags up a few of his favourite items to take with him, just in case. And then there's the apartment he's shared with Ianto all this time, chock full of memories, and quite a few little mementoes he's determined not to leave behind, things like the little book of photos Ianto gave him at 'Christmas', and the box of photos he'd lost in the Hub that the wardens had thoughtfully recreated for him.

Come evening, he can be found in Sector 0, mentally checking people off to make sure everyone's there, and wandering around to see if anyone needs a hand setting up.

[ Video ]
[He's cutting it close.

He knows how to pack a bag and go, that's not a problem. But a whole lot of people he knows and loves just so happen to live in Sector 3. It's making him anxious.

Worse, whatever animal-vibe-instinct dragons have going on sent his little pet bolting as soon as they stepped outside for a potty break.]

If anyone needs help moving to Sector 0, let me know.

Also, if you've seen my dragon, she's run away. I really need to find her.

[ Action ]

[Before the deadline, Nico can be found desperately searching all around Sector 3 for an elusive little dragon. That dragon is special, and he can't leave without her.]

[Phanan listens to the morning announcements while he brushes his teeth, thoughtful but not at all surprised. He's been waiting for this since their transition to this new system of running things and he told Mary as much from the start. This was never an idea that was going to work long term. It's annoying not being able to do anything about it though besides maybe complain or bug Rebecca about some sort of magic computer solution. Or at least it is until he hears the end of the announcement about closing Sector 1 tomorrow. Maybe it won't be forever, maybe whatever's happening here will be happily resolved but there's no way to know that for sure and as far as he's concerned the beach deserves a proper send off. It's been a special place for them after all.

So he rinses off his toothbrush and sticks is head out into the hallway to yell.] Hey Chuck! Get your swimsuit, we're going to the beach!

[The camera opens up on a dimly lit room, only the sight of a man's hands hovering over the keys of a piano. He cracks his knuckles and then his fingers glide over the keys, starting into and playing out a solid rendition of Für Elise without error. The further into the song the faster his hands move, until the end where he abruptly shuts the lid of the piano closed.

He leans down to look in the lens, offering a wide (and wicked?) grin.] I'm up for taking some requests on what to play next.

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[So guess who is rocking a home made dress today, formed out of a trash bag and one of the few accessories still sitting in her closet. She's not at all put off though, it was kind of fun sitting around naked all morning. The only reason she's dressed is pretty much for the sake of others while she ran about doing a few errands and started the video feed.]

Hey - uh, some day, huh? Talk about a breezy morning. [Pft.] I just wanted to show off the latest in trashbag fashion, but also to throw an idea around. Maybe today's not the best day, since I think we're all distracted, but I'm putting it out there anyway. It being that you guys are totally invited to my birthday party. And Aidan's birthday party. And our anniversary, and your anniversaries... and birthdays, half-birthdays and all that too.

[Heh.] I know I must've missed my chance for a birthday cake and can't be the only one, so I was thinking a get together to mass-celebrate all the things we could've if we'd known we should've? I was thinking beach by day, bar by night kind of thing but... today's really making me reconsider all things sandy. We'll see.

I'll do an update on location after I scope it out a bit more, but how's 431 sound? You've got two days to buy me a gift or tell me I gotta get you one - cool?

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[ Private to Ton, Chuck, Hazel ]

Are you kidding me? Technical difficulties my ass!

[An ass which currently has nothing to cover it.

He spent just as much time here at his parents' place as he did his own, and both were well-stocked with punk T-shirts and black jeans, so it was a rude awakening when he woke to find every stitch missing - even the sweats and shirt he'd worn to bed. Fortunately, his time as a Roman ambassador gave him one handy skill - how to properly wear a toga.

He's afraid the rest of the family might be in a similar state, so it is with trepidation and his eyes squinted that he braves leaving his room.]


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[The toga is a poor substitute for actual clothing. (Don't tell him it is an actual article of clothing. He doesn't care. It's ... breezy.) So he sets out to see if pants can be found. His apartment is, no surprise, clothes-less. So he sets out to his own shop, which should be bursting with clothes.

(It isn't.)]

[Laurel switched on the video on her phone and sighed as she made a face trying to angle it right.]

Not too sure I'm doing this right. Anyways, Hi, I'm Laurel Lance! I just arrived this morning.

[She gave a little awkward laugh.]

I just wanted to introduce myself and see if perhaps I wasn't the only one here from Star City. I know it's a long shot, but worth trying and to say hello to everyone else.

I feel like a dork so I'm going to end this.

[Awkward wave and she sighed as she turned the video off.]

[ V I D E O ]

[ Hello, Marina! It's been a little while since Chuck last addressed the network like this but today is a Very Special Day and she has a Very Important Announcement to make! ]

Hello, Marina! Sick of ice cream? Looking for a little more substantial? Come down to the Daffodil Dive in Sector 4 for a sweet or savoury treat! We have pies both meat and berry — served á la mode if you'd like — along with a whole bunch of other baked goods! Coffee or tea, beer or whiskey, whatever your poison is, we got it!

Seriously, come eat something. We're quickly running out of space and I'd like to be physically able to leave the building tonight. [ Joking. Kind of? ]


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[ Chuck will be at the Daffodil Dive into late evening, wiping down tables, pairing ice cream with the appropriate pies and sneaking little treats to Gadget, her still-fat-but-not-quite-puppy. ]

[No more rules. Big announcements. New arrival - it's all a little overwhelming when it comes at him along with a festering cough in his chest. His time was supposed to be up, finally, but yet again he's the dead man walking. Every mile, every inch he pushed himself - for what? For her. And where is she now? Better off. Better off than him, that's for fucking sure.

James will haunt the streets past dark; a crooked figure en route to the Daffodil Dive. He shows no outward familiarity with the place once he happens upon it, coughing into his sleeve as he enters. He heads straight for the bar with a limp in his gait, slow but steady strides getting him there. He'll sink down into a seat, as moody as he is greying.]

[Action | Closed to Chuck]

[He spent most of his night tossing and turning instead of getting any real sleep but he did drift off eventually. When he starts to stir always in the morning he's almost afraid to open his eyes and see if he's not alone anymore. Well, eye. But he's not getting a clear view of the situation from the mechanical one just now.]

[Video to Nico]

So, good news, apparently I was crazy next day so no need to panic. [Everything is fine son who called him dad and he's not making a big deal about it but yay!] Call off the search party that you probably didn't actually send out.

[Video to Hazel]

Hey, are you okay today? Chuck and I are fine so it looks like something weird was happening today after all.

[Open to Chuck, Phanan, and Nico]

[Morning rolls around, the light through her window difused by the fog drifting around. Hazel gets up, goes through her morning ritual: brushes her teeth, brushes her hair, has breakfast in the kitchen before going to get dressed. Something about today seems off, though she can't place why.]

[Closed to Chuck. Even though he can't see her.]

[Normally Phanan is excellent about rolling with the punches this place throws at them. See being tiny the other day, for instance. Weird but he went with it. Today is not destined to be one of those days, although the doesn't know that quite yet. What he does know is he wakes up and Chuck is gone. But maybe it's something totally innocent. She could just be up already making breakfast or doing something else Chuck-like. No need to panic. Yet.]

Chuck?

[Open]

[There will be panicking later though, all over the dome in fact. Even with all evidence pointing to her being lost in the dimensional stabilizer or whatever excuse the Wardens come up with for when people vanish he's not giving up hope just yet and is on a dome wide Chuck hunt.]

[Ryou's in his kitchen (he basically lives there), not doing anything in particular. At least not at the moment.]

Hey.

What kind of food do you think is weird?

[You know, when she went to bed last night she knew leaving a line of code to run through a few filters was probably a stupid idea. Having done it plenty or not back home, there's something to be said about glass houses and rocks. But really, when did simple hacks garner any more punishment than a public roasting and some menial tasks? Man, maybe this is her punishment? But the lack of a morning shaming sort of makes her wary - but doesn't take away from some of the curiosity of suddenly having a dick in her panties.

Which she's looked at a little. Little more than maybe she should've.

But after a while, she's stuffed it back in her pants and speaking of pants, her skinny jeans really aren't cutting it today. So for the morning (and let's face it, the entire day most like) Rebecca's rocking this put together look as she races out the door to see what else she may or may not have fucked up.

While doing so, she opens a video channel with a huskier than normal voice:] In advance, I might be sorry. I'm not sure yet? So don't quote me. Because I might not be - because this may not be my fault at all and strictly a coincidence.

[Laundromat; Afternoon]

[So after a bit of reckless running around in very comfy stretch pants, Rebecca's added some clothing to her wardrobe but still faces the looming chore of doing a few weeks worth of laundry - why not do it today. Because when she's not distracting herself with code (and error messages and the reality of what she might've done) having some offline chore helps? That's a lie. It's not really helping and she can't tell if it's because it's boring or because she can't wear any of her clothing, so why is she bothering to wash it all?

Sitting in front of a rolling wash, she's stretching a strappy red thong out between her hands with a bored look. And a pile of other women's panties next to her that aren't getting folded or put away. Feel free to stumble in on this crucially weird looking moment.]

[Daffodil Dive]

[Becca's swinging by to catch lunch and do a low key check in on some select, favorite people. The doctor kind that are actually really important. And who ironically can't get her pregnant anymore - hey, is that what this is about? Maybe? No. They wouldn't. Still looking like a puked up crayon, Rebecca folds back her hood when she goes in and goes straight for the bar to look for Chuck. She'll be there for lunch, and then some. Angsty darts seems fun too, with all the testosterone in her leggings.]

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