MarinaNova Asylum

[ It's the middle of what could be the afternoon, could be early evening.

After Euphemia's post, Damara had sought Caliborn out. The princess gave her some sort of inspiration, some sort of idea, and after confirming the lack of a rules page on this device... she thinks it is as good a time as any to act it out. The lack of a rules page wouldn't be anything other than deliberate, she thinks, and though she does not know it, she's very right.

So she finds Caliborn. It's not hard; he's loud and colorful. And he himself suggests exactly what she's thinking: let's go kill Japanese people. But Damara insists on any person, so the two of them go off in search of a weapon. They find it in the kitchen: it is a heavy cast iron skillet. They were looking for knives, but Damara prefers blunt objects to stabbing, so there they go. They leave the kitchen, pans in tow, and wander the dome.

If you look at them, you'll probably get approached. If you try to walk away without commentary, the two will exchange a look and follow after. Their goal is simple: hurt as many people as possible by any means necessary. And considering there's two of them, they'll probably get to. ]

[[ OOC: Hello, Marina! Today, Damara and Caliborn are going to make attempts on people's lives. They won't actually succeed/ will stop before they get that far, but if you'd like your character to get injured, please specify in your tag that it's so, and how far you'd like it to go. Keep in mind too that another option is just getting threatened and talked to, so please let us know in your comment, or contact me on plurk. And also: fighting back is definitely a thing that will happen with any victims, but we'd like to request that no one actually succeed at stopping them, because we have plans for this. Otherwise, let's rock n roll! ]]

[Caliborn is somewhere behind the recording apparatus of his communicator. All that is visible is a blank Sector 2 apartment wall.]

Have you buried yourself in some closet. Wrapped in a blanket. Hoping for the big scary monster to go away. Or maybe you've just distracted yourself? With some bullshit I probably don't care about. So don't share.

Then, hey.

Let. Me. Help.

[Now it's pointing out the window, soaking in a full view of the occasional bit of tentacle. The sounds are not too strong yet, but that's why Caliborn is a helper. His androgynous, sharply dramatic voice intones in time with the pounding.]

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

[And then he turns the camera around on himself, but only so that the lower half of his face is visible. The part with the lopsided and mean toothy grin, and the incoherently adorable red bowtie.]

How long. Until it breaks through. And we all die?

Do you think it will eat us. Or does it just. Want to taste. Your fear?

[ It's the first annual monthly bi-weekly — it's the first Memorial Garden Committee meeting! The invitations have been sent, a couple of park benches in Sector 0 have been claimed and there's even a few plates of home-made cookies put out in case the allure of fast food on a stick wasn't enough. How can you resist? That's right, you can't!

The instigator to all this is pretty nervous but once the clock strikes noon he clears his throat and kicks off the meeting the only way he can. ]

Alright, so… some of all y'all might remember me talkin' 'bout puttin' together a Memorial Garden for all our friends who've disappeared a while back. Now, I know we already got some o' that stuff 'round here but this would be somethin' we'd create all on our own. We'd decide what t' plant in it an' tend to it an' pool our rehab points together to get seeds an' plants or whatever else we need.

There ain't no pressure to help out. We do what we can, alright? What we're good at. I'm happy to help anyone who don't know how t' grow things an' wants to learn, but th' important part is that we all get a chance to have a say in this. This is where this comes in. Just write down your ideas an' we'll gather it all up an' make sure everyone gets somethin' they want.

[ He gestures to a SUGGESTION BOX set out with a stack of paper and some pens for all your suggestive needs. ]

Alright... that's all I had t' say. You go on an' talk amongst yourselves an' have fun!

(ooc: Mingle! Socialize to your hearts content, whether you got an invitation to the meeting or not. Notifs are off but Aidan has a thread HERE if you want to hit him up specifically! Feel free to let your character leave serious ideas for the memorial garden (or just troll the hell out of it) in the suggestion box HERE ! ))

[Have a very angry looking Mal. He figures this is all Alliance tricks. Maybe drugs. He's not sure. But the tech definitely seems Alliance. Except for when he steps out and realizes he's underwater. That's pretty new, but he won't let them know how unsettling the whole thing is.]
Clearly I ain't dead, and I ain't dreamin' because I never seen orange in this color. Thought you took yer criminals an' stuck 'em in mines or other hard labor colonies. Hell, even if you did want me in prison, I seem to remember grey bein' a favorite color? 'Least that's what the good Doctor says.

But I suppose y'all are pleased to get him and his sister back. My only question is where's my coat. I know you had to take the gun away, but I want the coat back. And the pants too preferably. And if you just let me know where they are, and where Serenity is, I'll be on my way with my crew.

Well, that was unexpected.

[ the very confident and ultimately extremely british voice sounds rather less frightened than it likely should, considering the person attached to it just got told she's in prison for the rest of her life. helen's not really buying that. let them try to keep her here. ]

I have to say -- [ she raises her voice just slightly, as though speaking to the communicator isn't enough. she'd like to catch the attention of the "wardens," if possible. ] -- I usually favor face-to-face discussions, like civilized adults. None of this "enjoy your stay" from afar.

[ she supposes it could be worse. she could be stuck in a prison with addison. she pauses for a moment to internally shudder at that. dear god, if addison's here, she'll probably throw something.

at some point she'll drop the bite to her voice, but that point isn't right now. ]

I suppose the term "extenuating circumstances" means little to you. Allow me to let you in on a little secret: the last time someone tried to hold me hostage against my will, a friend and I blew them up. I'd rather not have the same happen here.

[ and with that, she cuts the communication. bait set. time to see who bites. ]

Day 218. Sunny. Blah, blah blah. No requests. It's a slow day already.

[Nope, not mentioning the tentacled friend from yesterday.]

We do have a couple of punishments for a couple of hotheads though.

Damara Megido: Property damage
Caliborn: Property damage

There will be a few new additions at the Pet Cafe today for those still looking to adopt. It may be a good idea. It can teach you responsibility and give you further companionship and improve your mood. Perhaps it will make you less prone to complaining. But I dream... [Computer-y sigh.]

[Mail Delivery: From Aidan Reilly to Everyone.]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Mail submissions can be left here)

[ VOICE ]

Talk to me.

Home remedies for sleeplessness. What do you do? Tell me. I have nothing in my ears, nothing to do. No story or recipe is too boring.

Or tell me about your sex life, if that's any better.


[ ACTION ]

[ It's late out. Damara can't sleep. It's as simple as that: she wanders through the dome craving a cigarette, walking until she feels tired. You can catch her pretty much anywhere. ]

[ The feed clicks on, and Damara looks into the camera for a good moment. Not that you'd be able to tell where she's looking-- she has completely white eyes.

Her voice is very, very accented-- but thanks to the communicator's translating, it's not impossible to understand her here, in MarinaNova. ]

I am told I am in prison. I am given a list of crimes. Fair enough.

But I have a question. How do you capture a ghost? How do you bring the dead to stay among the living? This is no dream bubble.

Maybe I should be grateful. I think that I might be.

One question more. Can you understand me?