MarinaNova Asylum

So, first question is - how many of you have been here longer than three months? Just a general survey.

( she smiles, pleasantly. ) If you haven't, I'm Claire. I apparently took an almost-three-month hiatus, but I've been here before.

Second question - is there still a cheerleading squad?

And, third question... Cupcakes. How many of you like them?

( The face that appears is familiar... And very confused. )

I thought I was done. I served a sentence, I did my time. So tell me, why is it that I'm back home for less than two hours before I wind up here again? Seriously. Two hours. That's all I get? After everything I've -- ( she heaves a sigh. ) Forget it. At least tell me that in those two hours, you've cleaned my room or something. Does the AI do that? Housekeeping deportation? That'd be great, because I swear, the last time I cleaned was only to find something, and it's not like I have much anyway but -- it was definitely what you'd call organized chaos.

Anyway.

( she lifts a hand and waves, her confusion wiping away for a slight smile, though it's still laced with irritation. )

What'd I miss?

MarinaNova is a little safer today, with the appearance of MNPD's two newest (i.e. only) cops: Robin and Kid Flash. Both of them are wearing snazzy suits and cool sunglasses. They have their own secret handshake. They eat donuts. They don't look at explosions. And, most importantly, they take down criminals.

...or people that they think are criminals. That whole mirage thing makes it tricky.

Anyway, they're walking the beat, eyes peeled and pop culture quips at the ready.

[ The girl you see on your screen is only identifiable as a girl so far as the fact that she's slight, and has a curvy figure. She's dressed in a skin-hugging ensemble from head to toe, complete with gadget belt, boots, gloves, and cape, and is masked - almost her entire face. Only her lips are exposed. Her hair is swept back into a long braided ponytail, which sticks out of a head-cover, attached to the mask on her face and connected at the back of the neck to her bodice. She's essentially entirely covered, neck included, aside from her mouth. She has a large bracelet around her wrist, with things attached that are difficult to discern from a distance. When she speaks, her voice takes on a regal and commanding tone. Serious, and not sounding much like the Claire you all know and love. ]

I know he's here somewhere... [ Then she shouts a challenge, ready to face her archnemesis - or so she thinks. ] Watchmaker! Show yourself!

( Private to Stefan Salvatore )

[Jessica is currently finishing up a shift at the Blood Shack, getting some things cleaned up. She may also be seen scrunching her face up in thought as she tries to think about what her next blog post should be about.

Later on she can be found making her way back to Sector 4 and her apartments, a little lost in thought. ]

( scenario a - open ; sector one, beach )

[ Claire is sitting on the beach. She's not doing anything remarkable, though she alternates between laying out and practicing some defensive techniques she learned while Kanda was still here. You may find her lazing about doing nothing in particular. You may find her with her legs in a strong defensive stance in the sand, moving her arms in a fashion not unlike Tai Chi. You may find her splashing her toes in the water, or eating the small picnic lunch she brought with her. She will be in this sector from about eleven in the morning until four in the evening. ]

( scenario b - open ; sector three, trois park )

[ Both before and after her beach visits, from about eight am to elven am, and then from four to eight pm, Claire takes time out of her day to spend in the park. In the morning, you can find her going for an invigorating run. In the evening, she will be relaxing and lollygagging around the koi pond. ]

( scenario c - closed to spike - day 203. )

[ They'd talked about exploring more, and Claire was curious about Sector 6. The only time she'd ever gotten close was when Dean was afflicted with Hyena Wasp venom. She'd never had an opportunity otherwise. Brave, sometimes reckless, she's considered going in alone a few times... But she's thought better of it. She doesn't really care about potentially dying. She never stays that way. But she doesn't really feel like dealing with guff from the Wardens. She doesn't feel like it's fair to ask Dean, who suffered through that ordeal, to go with her, so she turns to the next person she almost trusts.

Spike is her companion of choice for the venture. They agreed to meet at the gate of Sector 6 to make sure they had ample supplies for a day's exploration. Claire brought a backpack full of food and water, for herself, and was more than prepared to let Spike feed off of her if he got hungry. She had some juice, too; not that she needed the help replenishing her blood supply, but it wouldn't hurt. She heads to the gate and waits patiently, backpack strapped to her back, ready to go in. The adrenaline rush she already feels from the danger she's about to face is exhilarating. ]

( ooc; feel free to jump into either open scenario, overlapping threads are fine, or we can just say it was a magically different time of the day. )

[ Good evening, Marina. Aidan has made himself comfortable at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and it's pretty obvious that we have some Serious Talking to do, despite the practically perpetual warm smile he's sporting. Let's get down to business! ]

Hey guys. I, uhm... I have some things I've been meanin' to talk to you 'bout and I figured today was as good a day as any. Fresh start an' all that, I mean!

Okay... first of all, a bunch of us were talkin' 'bout makin' a memorial garden or something a while back. It'd be somethin' for th' community to do and somethin' we can remember all those folks that are no longer here by too. People disappear all th' time, right? So it'd be good to have somethin' that keeps all of us together, both th' ones that are still here and th' ones that aren't. [ Aidan. You're rambling. ]

A-anyway, I figured I'd ask around and see what y'all think? I'm pretty good with plants an' growin' stuff, but this should be somethin' we can all help out with. Somethin' we made... not just somethin' that was given to us. So... yeah. Let me know what you think an' if you got any ideas and we'll make somethin' out of it!

[ Clears his throat. Next order of business. ]

Michiru an' I got talkin' over therapy 'bout the theater workshop that Kohran used t' do, an' we were kinda wonderin' if anyone would be interested in keepin' that going? Or... startin' it back up again, I guess. It'd be a shame if it didn't happen.

Alright... that's all. Have a good evenin', y'all! [ And with a little salute, he cuts the feed and waits for the responses. ]

[ Dean gives a smoldering look to the camera and quietly tips his hat up with a forefinger. ] So tell me partner, where can a man get a drink around here?

[ Yep. Dean's playacting with the hats. He always did want to be a combo. Just don't ask him to were the sombrero. He ain't no three amigo. Even if he does like Steve Martin. But you're certainly welcome to try ]

Hey. [Okay, he never knows how to start these, so he'll just start.]

These aren't ghosts.

At least not any kind of ghosts I've encountered. They don't react to anything that should detour them, but they don't seem hostile or even aware of us really. [This guy flickers into sight right behind Sam. He hasn't noticed yet.] So...if anyone needs help or has more information, let me know.

Thanks.

(OOC: Backdated to afternoon. Feel free to run into him as he patrols.)

[ The possession that Claire is experiencing is... an odd one. She isn't possessed by someone else. She's possessed by herself. An alternate universe version of herself. Cold, distant... cruel. And she's not exactly thrilled about the hair being blonde again. Her expression is nothing other than disgusted. She's also dressed differently. Instead of anything resembling fashion conscious, she's in black. All black. Jacket, shirt, everything. ]

I'm looking for Peter Petrelli. [ She looks up at her hair for a moment, then yanks it violently into a ponytail. ]

And brown dye.

[ Yep. That's all you get. For those who know Claire and her personality, this will be a glaring difference. ]

This must be what hell feels like.

Um, hello? I seem to be lost. I don't believe I've been here before. My name is Quatre Raberba Winner. Can anyone help me?

[Duo looked rather concerned, and really seemed confused. He pulled back from the feed for a moment. If someone listened close enough, they might have heard the next statement before he shut off the feed.]

Why am I in Duo's body...? Is that even-

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[He was wandering around Sector 0, looking confused and lost. Someone care to help the guy out?]

[ Monica is perched atop a roof awning, leaning forward, scowling down at the city. She has a sharp piece of wood in her hand, held almost like a sword. She spots somebody -- is it you, perhaps? -- and pounces, arm back to assassinate the poor unfortunate soul who passes by underneath her.

Eyes full of hatred, she stares down at them, piece of wood against their throat. ]

Tell me what you know! [ Her voice is firmer than would be expected of a young woman. This will happen frequently throughout the morning until noon, when this little ... possession thing will dissipate.]

[ video, dated to one PM ]

[ Monica is confused -- rightly so, really -- and holds a broken piece of wood up. There are strange symbols marked in it. ]

I woke up in the streets with this in my hands. Please tell me one of you has some kind of explanation for this.

[ OOC: i am horribly sorry for the unannounced hiatus but i'm back now okay guys lets have fun with monica/if you're so inclined, perhaps an altair or ezio-clone... ]

[Who ya gonna call? No one. This is a mingle. Now go get your ghostly sightings, possessions, and impersonations on.]

(OOC: Event details | Questions)

[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

[Buffy isn't usually up this late (early?). She is generally more of a night owl than anything, but pre-dawn hours are for sleeping, even for a slayer. She'd started the night out with the idea of checking on Angel. She hasn't seen him since they officially decided to take a break and while that had gone amicably enough, she wouldn't say it had gone well. Angel was dealing with a lot and she wanted to check on him to see how he was dealing. Plus there was an annoying lack of 'Angel's around' spidey sense. It'd been dulled since forever, but it was completely lacking and she wasn't sure when it had gone completely lacking. She searched all the usual spots then went ahead and stopped by his apartment. When he didn't answer, she went ahead and broke in. She was already in prison for vandalism and breaking and entering so she didn't see any reason not to add another instance to the list of crimes. He hadn't been at his apartment either.]

Has anyone seen Angel in the last several hours? [She hesitates a moment, not sure how she feels about what she's going to say.] There's a lot of missing-ness attached to the whole--I think he's gone. Unless someone has seen him and then it's just me with a lot of paranoidness. [There's a word for that, Buffy, one that you didn't need to make up. It's called paranoia.]

action;

[After her search for Angel had been a bust, Buffy heads out toward the grave yard to sit atop one of the headstones and process how she felt about this. On one hand, she knew Angel was desperate to go home and she refused to acknowledge any other theory outside of Angel had gone home. She knew about the whole storage thing and that was an idea she wasn't even going to entertain. If Angel was gone, it was because he found an escape. End of story as far as Buffy was concerned. On the other hand, Buffy still hadn't gotten over the idea that maybe this was her chance with Angel that they'd never have out in the 'real' world. Sure, they'd been taking a break so that Angel had time to figure things out, but 'figure things out' didn't mean an end. Now it didn't seem he'd have the chance to figure it out, nor would she have the chance to see if they could make a go of things when the world wasn't ending. On the other, other hand, it took away all potential for the absolute rejection, jealousy and bouquet of other negative emotions that would come with being rejected in favor of Cordelia. She hadn't been looking forward to that particular path things might have taken. Finally, it wasn't a surprise, really, that he'd disappeared. The universe, every universe it seemed, was determined to tear them apart and destroy any chance of happiness they might have together.

The universe sucked.]

Um. Hi. I'm Monica, new here. I was wondering if anyone could direct me to a kid named Micah Sanders? If he's here. He was with me last i remember and if he is here -- if you are here -- I'll make sure we stay safe. It sucks to get out of that place just to end up here, I know.

So... Yeah. I'd appreciate any help with that, this place is pretty big to just scope out by myself. [ But she will, dressed in black with her hair up in a ponytail. Run into her, maybe? ]

[ Claire's been thinking about this for a few days. She's spoken to more than one vampire in a brief period of less than a week, and she's had Angel to think about before that. She's curious, and since she can't die... She can regenerate her blood... Maybe there's something she can do to make their lives easier. ]

So, I'm curious. How many vampires are here, exactly? What do you guys do for food? Somebody mentioned the blood bar but -- that's gotta get old, right? I mean, it's not like I know - I've never had blood, I'm not a vampire, I don't get the difference. French fries and chocolate milk all the way for me. Guess I'm just wondering.

I miss the cupcake place from the other dome. I miss... making cupcakes in general, actually. Does anybody want some? I'm gonna see if I can get my hands on an oven and some supplies and get a batch out. [ She pauses, shrugs her shoulders, and grins. ] Maybe five. So - free cupcakes? I'd also be up for baking company.

[ She wrinkles her nose and considers for a moment because what if she can't get the stuff? ] If I can get everything I need to do this, anyway.

So, the huge nasty bugs were fun and all, but they're old news. We need a little party time around here.

[Tony grins at his 'audience' as Led Zeppelin's Misty Mountain Hop plays in the background.] How about that old classic, beer pong. Open tournament starting in 30 at that karaoke club. We'll figure out the prizes if anyone's sober enough to remember the score. And punishments for losers, that could be fun.

Cheers. [And Tony toasts the people with his tumbler of scotch just before video disconnects. He won't be answering network replies because he's not interested in hearing any bullshit about what's beer pong or isn't this irresponsible blah blah boring. If you want to bitch or troll at him do it in person.]


((OOC: MINGLE TIME! That means feel free to make your own threads and tag around. Tony's thread is HERE so absolutely tag the hell out of him, but notifs are off otherwise. Network replies will be ignored because Tony's a brat, but characters can come to inquire as to WTF this game is all about if they're curious!

If you don't know the glory of beer pong, the link above should explain the rules! Feel free to play out games if you want or handwave results or invent new games or just have your character drinking and chatting. Characters who don't drink are welcome to play with water or soda or whatever, too!))

[ his voice is strained, but he's doing his best to sound normal despite the massive amount of sweating he's doing. ]

Uh, Sam?

Cas?

I could use a little help here.

[ and by here, he means in Sector 4 where the Hyena Wasp has gotten him and locked him in a horrible case of hallucinations. It's all he can do to remember that his network device even exists and Sam and Cas are near.

For those wanting to action it up, expect a rather skittish Dean staring at the wall, the bushes, anything and everything. And if you're unlucky, he might just be talking out loud. It's the voices, you know. they never, ever quite leave you. ]