MarinaNova Asylum

[ . . . Amusing. It's too amusing. The way half the populace of Marina can't seem to talk except in song or rhyme. It feels like one of those rare occasions where she's somehow been blessedly left unaffected. She hopes that everyone she knows is. And so she's more than happy to chat away with anyone she can get talking. As for her, she's at work. Propped up on the counter at Nine White Orchids, she waves with a smile at the screen.]

Another strange day in Marina. If you've ever been too scared to karaoke before, I think today's the perfect opportunity for you to try it out! I promise to cheer everyone on. [Please someone indulge her. All amusement aside, she hadn't made a message to simply poke fun.]

Despite our real life musical, I wanted to let people know that outside of just flowers, decor and house plants, we also sell herbs at the shop. There had been some interest in it within the past, so if anyone needs something fresh, please be sure to visit us. And pay our newest employee a visit, too!

[While still recording, she takes her communicator off from around her ear, and tips it so that it faces up, while resting beside her lap to reveal the newest flower shop worker.]



Let me introduce you all to Tenshi-chan!

[Cheerfully! The white cat lying within her lap simply stretches, her paws reaching forward, before her eyes close pleasantly and she settles back into place. Lifting her communicator back up she carefully puts it back into place around her ear and grins.]

She's super sweet so come say hello, pet a cat, and buy some flowers! _{Or take them. There's really no buying, huh....}

(OOC: PLEASURE PRISON EVENT)

[The lack of involvement from their captors make Bruce nervous -- if this was Gotham he would have the money to try to get food into Gotham. To help people. He would have the resources to investigate what's going on -- he lacks the gear and technology he's acquired over the years in the Batcave. There are creatures here that he didn't know really existed before like vampires asking for volunteers with the food shortage (it's not hard to put two and two together from Damon's post, after all, and the place is called the Blood Shack). How long until they lash out?

Until someone gets hurt?

It makes him restless.

He hasn't exactly been putting himself out there to make friends here beyond his first post -- Bruce is not a social being despite the airs he puts on for the public back home. He's kept in contact with Kara, and that's about it. Alfred would be disappointed -- but when isn't he?

He can survive eating less. He pushes his body to extremes on the regular -- what he worries about is other people.

He is weary and tired and he chooses not to broadcast himself at the moment and instead just speaks over the network.]

Considering the shortage of food I can't help but wonder if we shouldn't try implementing some sort of rationing system -- we don't know how long this will last and the last thing any of us wants is to run out. The human body can endure a lot and as long as we stay hydrated we probably will survive assuming this doesn't last more than a couple more days -- but it's important to be smart about it.

[So Sebastian kindly offered to take the place of all maintenance bots. The Wardens don't recognise a good deal when they see one.]

[Video:]

[There's Sebastian, cheerfully smiling, composed, perfectly immaculate in his butler uniform as always.]

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Please excuse the interruption to your day – I will attempt to be brief. I have made some of your acquaintances already, but for those I have yet to meet: I am Sebastian Michaelis, head butler of the Phantomhive household.

[A small, polite bow at the camera. Even if you haven't been introduced some might have seen Sebastian's smiley, proper self around: waiting on his young lord or Madam Red, or recently helping out at Yuuki Kuran's Nine White Orchids flower shop. And now this:]

Given today's technical difficulties [Veridical wouldn't say if they were having trouble with the bots or not, so Sebastian passive-aggressively goes with the less flattering interpretation of her words] I thought to offer my services, should anyone have use of them. Anyone unaccustomed to cooking, or who would simply prefers not to cook their own meals, is welcome to stop by The Bistro in sector 2. Since it is currently unmanned, I will be using it for the time being. [Veridical kinda sorta said it was okay!]

I will do my best to accommodate any request. I am no professional chef, but I am accustomed to cooking for nobility, and have years of experience with preparing and serving banquets.

Thank you for your time, and do have a good day.

[Action]

[True to his word, Sebastian has claimed The Bistro restaurant as his place of operation for the day. Please come by and ask him to cook things for you. Or bake things. Please save him from this crushing boredom of not having enough to do.

Anyone passing by just might smell the lunch he's preparing for Ciel and Madam Red: grilled salmon on a spinach bed with duchess potatoes and garlic mushrooms. It smells delicious - surely you want some? Please come inside and give him things to do.]

| HEATWAVE EVENT INFO |

(OOC: EVENT INFO | RAFFLE THREAD)

a;

[Watch out! When they said, "let's launch our kids into the future", they probably didn't mean this: a Victorian boy sailing at inhuman speeds over everyone's heads.

The kid's desperately screaming "Sebastian!" even as he collides with… well, Sebastian. Who just so happened to arrive in the prison a moment prior. Saying that Ciel "collides" with him is selling Sebastian short: what happens is that Sebastian, in that one moment between arriving and having a flying kid crash into him, manages to turn around just in time to catch Ciel in his arms.

It’s… not Sebastian's best heroic catch. Managing to catch someone at a moment's notice is one thing – bracing for the unexpected impact at the same time is another entirely. With a grunt he takes a stumbling step backwards—

possibly right into you. You know, if you just happened to be innocently standing there and didn't have the reflexes to move out of the way of two people who were literally not there a moment earlier. Sorry?]

[[OOC: Let us know if you'd like Ciel, Sebastian or both for this option!]]

b;

[Five minutes later and Ciel's off, doing his part in finding more intel on this place. He's approaching people at random, turning wide lost eyes on others and wandering around like a lost child. Anyone in the vicinity will hear him poshly asking for help.]

I think I'm lost. [Looks down at his jumpsuit. How awful. Not to mention ill-fitting, the sleeves spilling over his fingers and his legs being dwarfed by bunches of cloth. Looks back up.] No. I'm definitely lost. Have you seen my caretaker? Tall, dark, ridiculously useless when faced with cats? We were separated and...I don't even know why I'm here.

[So innocent. Much helpless. The powers that be definitely screwed up with this one. Feel free to spill anything you know about this place to him, even gossip if need be.]

c;

[Five minutes later, Sebastian is on the other side of the dome, to do his part of the investigation. "Try to find a way to break us out." Not the easiest task when his demon powers are restrained, but of course he'll give it his all regardless.

At least his part doesn't require any helpless act - he's changed out of the jumpsuit, is strolling alongside the edge of the dome with seemingly perfect composure before calmly stopping, looking up at the wall... you'd think he isn't a new arrival at all, acting so cool about everything. That is, perhaps, before he turns his head towards any passerby and asks, pleasantly and with a smile:]

The dome truly has never shown signs of cracking, has it?

[Maybe he is a little worried, after all.]

[DAYTIME: Walking in a floral wonderland. Not to be confused with an actual wonderland. Completely different event. You could be anywhere and everywhere today and not escape the petals.

DANCE: The sector 2 garden is a little extra pleasant and inviting this evening. Gentle breeze, beautiful flowers, delicious hor d'oeuvres, sparkling punch, and music. And dry. Did we mention it's dry? Not a single flood as far as the eye can see. So, find someone and get out there and dance.]

(OOC: Event INFO. Feel free to have your mingle set up cover both aspects of the day.)

[Blood... torture... pain... A familiar nightmare to the young Earl Phantomhive. Something startles him awake, and he reaches for the gun under his pillow, only to find... grass? Why ever did Sebastian allow him to fall asleep outside in the garden? Although, this place doesn't look like anything around Deidrich's castle... And what on earth is this garish orange jumpsuit doing on his person?]

SEBASTIAN!

[No response. How strange?]

SEBASTIAN I ORDER YOU TO COME HERE RIGHT NOW!

[Wherever could that butler be hiding? And how dare he disobey a direct order?]