MarinaNova Asylum

This place is going to keep me busy. Starfire are you here?

[ although the morning's rain prevented them from getting an early start on setting up, quinn and rebekah have managed to pull everything off in time for the dance to start. there's tables to sit at when you don't feel like dancing or enjoying the surf, lots of hawaiian-themed snacks and desserts to eat, grass skirts and leis available for those who wish to wear them, lanterns and torches everywhere, with live music provided by quinn, oz, jack, lacus, and anyone else who wishes to get up and sing!

the only thing this party's lacking is the booze, per quinn's intentions of having this be an alcohol-free party. however, that doesn't mean someone isn't going to spike the punch when she's not looking, so if you were planning on doing so -- have at it!

so, go ahead and dance it up with your dates, mingle with some new cr, hop around, and threadjack to your heart's content. festivities will carry on until sometime after midnight when clean up will commence. enjoy! ]

[Zatanna appears with one of the smiles that gives away just how much up to something she is. There's a slightly oversized yellow hard hat on her head, and a belt around her waist that looks suspiciously similar to Robin's utility belt. It's totally not the same one, of course. Don't be silly.]

[Behind her, Robin Jr. appears to be gnawing on a plastic toy hammer. Best assistant ever.]


What would you say the penalty for knocking down one or two walls between apartments would be if you have a good reason?




((ooc: Action also available to YJ roommates))

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.

[Enma had just completed a small grocery run at the convenience store to replenish his stash of granola bars that he had gone through hiding from the kissing bots, when he found himself rather sidetracked.

He had seen the pet cafe before, but hadn't really gone near it. Even if now was probably a bad time to do so with the rain, Enma found himself setting his bag on the ground and tentatively peering in through the windows. He was already soaked from the walk over so he didn't really see much of a problem just staying in the rain now. It wasn't like he could get much more wet.

Especially when he could see kittens. Really, really, cute kittens.]

[ Angel spent the first few days in the library. And then he kissed people he was not happy about kissing. He's not in the best of moods. But, he's smoothed things over with Buffy. And he has a few calls to make.

Before making those calls, he can be seen walking to The Blood Shack, stocking up on pig's, and walking bag. He doesn't stay long. He can also be found in Trois Park in sector 3, sitting quietly. He's taking five minutes to sketch. ]

∞ private video l sam winchester

We haven't officially met yet. Again. I was told we worked together. Before. I kept whatever we found - if we found anything from everyone I knew. Can we trade notes? I'll show you mine.

∞ private video l cordelia chase

Hey. Do you want to take a walk today?

∞ private video l dawn summers

I'm sorry for how I reacted. It was a rough day. I shouldn't have said what I said. Or gotten an attitude. Are we okay?

[ and finally, he switches the feed to public ]

∞ public video

Tell me those bots are over and done with. Who wants to take part in finding and dismantling them?

[There's something in the dome. Well, technically a someone, but it may not seem like that to others given the look of the creature that is lurking in the darkened area of the dome, trying to avoid anyone. The white skin and odd appearance do make it a little hard.

Poor M'gann had not only woken up in a strange place, but she didn't have her abilities... any of them. She had spent the good part of an hour trying to at least bring her human form up so she could figure out what had happened, how she had ended up here, but she couldn't. And worse yet, her telepathy was down as well. That's how she normally communicated when she was in this form.

This was so miserable. She had limited information about where she was since she couldn't manipulate the communicator she had been given easily. She didn't even know if the team was anywhere nearby, someone she would know. This had to be a nightmare. There was no other explanation!]

[ooc: I'm evil yes. This is M'gann's true form, which she tries to keep hidden at all costs, but the restraints have prevented her from doing so. Don't worry; a proper intro will come next dayweek. For the moment she has her communicator and she can muddle through English though it might be awkward]

[There’s an angry hick on your communicator screen. He looks pissed off but, oddly enough, not surprised or scared about waking up in an underwater prison. There’s plenty of sarcasm in his tone, too. He's in the middle of reaching for the gun normally tucked in the back of his jeans; obviously its not there anymore, and now he's starting to look real mad under the smirk.]

Yeah, real cute. Somebody wanna tell me what the hell’s goin’ on? 'Cause last time I checked it was all polar bear cages and dead bunnies with you people. What, I don’t even get a fish biscuit this time?

[Wherever you go, there they are—sneaky and hidden and biding their time, waiting until they find you all two by two, and then closing in. Happy Mistletoe Day!]

(OOC: Read this for all the details.)

[The feed opens to the smiling face of one Wally West, or should we say to the smiling face of one Kid Flash . He got his uniform back from the wardens a few days ago, and figured it's time to introduce the people of Marina to his alter ego. Sure, costumed heroes aren't exactly new around here, but they haven't met one quite like him yet! Or so he'd like to think. He takes a second or two to rearrange the goggles on his head to a more comfortable position before addressing the network.]

Man, am I glad to have this back! [It's should be pretty clear he's referring to the uniform as he brushes off an invisible substance from his upper arm.] Though it seems a little tighter in some places than I remember. [A beat.] Uh...not that any of you needed to know that.

[Let's just move on from that little embarrassing moment, shall we.]

Anyway, I know that there are some people here with unique abilities. And I was just wondering if there's any other speedsters? [He actually knows that vampires possess the ability of super-speed thanks to Jessica, but he doesn't want to single just them out.] You see, I've been running laps at the athletic center ever since I got here but that's become rather boring, and I'm looking for a new way to push myself. A guy can't let his skills go to waste just because he's trapped in an underwater prison, you know.

[His face breaks out into a big grin now, and there's a challenging glint in his eyes.] So. Is there anyone out there that thinks they have what it takes to face the one and only Kid Flash in a race?!

[He pokes his chest with a thumb where the lightning bolt symbol is to indicate that he is the aforementioned Kid Flash, and that action also activates the uniform's stealth-tech, changing its normal yellow/red color scheme to the black/red version that he wears for covert missions. He chuckles to himself when he realizes what happened, and proceeds to press the button a few more times switching the uniform from normal, to stealth, and back again before turning off the feed.]

So he's heard the official story. But the inmates have to have their own unofficial rules, customs, and guidelines. Those are what he really wants to know about right now.

He could use the communicator, but he doesn't exactly want his first conversations and information gathering to be on something so insecure. Instead, he lingers around a food stand in Sector 0, trying to size people up. He'll smile at just about anyone who passes by, if they seem friendly. Right now he could really use some new friends.

[So. He's here. He's had some time to adjust. He's wearing orange.

...yeah he's not pleased about that part, or any of what it entails.

Still. He's not one for inaction, so...]

My name is Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, I'm with the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI. I'd appreciate speaking with anyone who has a background in law enforcement or the military. Thank you for your time.

[Visual opens on a dark skinned woman who looks peeved, but talks with a hint of amusement.]
I like the color orange as well as the next person. But really now? Clothing me in it from head to toe? That's a bit much.

[Her face turns hard now.] I've had a really bad day and I don't need to add this as icing on the cake. You'd really do much better to let me go right now.

[The camera is moving. Catching ceiling, walls, then floor shielded by netting and are those ropes? Why yes it is. Long, sturdy rope and steel bars position at the end. Then the camera is swaying again, back and forth, back and forth. And then suddenly there's a flurry of motion, flipping through the air, only to come to slide a little once they land on the platform high in the air and then fall to their knees.]

Crap. Gotta stick the landing. [It's mumbled a little, more to directed at the speaker himself than anyone else. Dick gets up and brushes himself off before turning the camera around so it has a clear visual of his face.] Now this is how you fly. Thanks again, Connie, for putting this together for me.

Hey, anyone want to spot me? It's not as fun when the traps aren't moving. [By which he means the bar at the end of the ropes. He can still use the full set, but it's keeping one stationary is just boring. He'll be having fun on the trapeze for most of the day should anyone stop by.]

Happy Anniversary, Marina Nova!

The bots have been busy cleaning up the dome and setting up decorations for this momentous occasion, and by now there isn't a nook or cranny left un-pimped! Bright blue MarinaNova flags wave happily in the artificial breeze together with the colorful ribbons that have been wrapped around poles. The streets are illuminated by strings of lights and paper lanterns and each sector gate has been lovingly decorated with fragrant flower garlands.

Of course, that is far from all! There wouldn't be much of a festival without entertainment and your loving wardens have made absolutely sure that there's something for everyone!

( Let the celebrations begin! )

Enjoy!

[Piper ran her fingers through her hair to at least look presentable for her broadcast after finishing the last of the changes she wanted and could make in the restaurant without shutting it down completely. Mostly satisfied, but still not one hundred percent happy, Piper was willing to make do for a bit until she could earn more 'points' towards changing the place around more to suit her tastes.]

Okay, so it's official. I've taken over running the Sizzle & Sear. I haven't decided on a new name, yet, [Because that was just so cliché.] but I'm having the grand reopening tonight for anyone who wants to come by. Fancy dress, though you don't have to go all formal if you don't want to. The party starts at 7 pm. I might even take suggestions for a new name. [Which is a big deal for someone who's rather picky and opinionated about these things.]

{OOC: Feel free to have characters ask questions and reserve tables here. I'll be posting up a mingle style thing either tomorrow or Saturday (eastern time) with the menu which is totally not going to be a mash-up of high-end steakhouses I searched for on Google.}

[Despite the icon Tony hasn't managed to get his full Iron Man gear together yet. But, newly free of his Bot Babysitter (too bad, Tony was just starting to get used to hanging things on it) he was finally able to make the adjustments to his flight gear and repulsion gauntlets. So he's doing what anyone cooped up in an underground prison would do.]

[And that would be flying around the dome at ridiculous speeds with AC/DC's Back in Black blasting on his headset. Not quite as ridiculous as he would prefer, mind, but there's not enough room in this stupid place to break any sound barriers.]

Someone who Laverne and Shirley like better than me should request some actual airspace in here. What's the point of manipulating time-space if you're not going to work the pocket dimension angle? [He does a sharp turn to avoid the dome, missing it by about a foot, then turns on the juice and zooms along its circumference.] Speaking of pissing them off, who votes I blast Floating Speaker Island to kingdom come?

((OOC: If your want to assume your character was watching from the ground and Tony landed beside them in a flourish of narrowly missing their face, feel free!))

[All things considered, Zatanna looks fairly calm as the feed turns on. There's no murderous glint in her eyes, no sadness, or even the slightest hint of annoyance...other than the giant earmuffs she had placed over her ears to block out that awful music.]

[Because of this, her voice is slightly louder than usual as she addresses the Network.]

Now, based on past experience with the Gruesome Twosome, I'm guessing "encouraged" is Warden-speak for "practically mandatory"...which, for once, I'm actually kinda okay with. I even have a couple idea in mind. Might need an assistant or two, though.

Any volunteers? I promise it's nothing dangerous.

[Jane comes over the feed. She meant to inform everyone yesterday, but you know how things go here sometimes. You get busy and you really just don't have the time to communicate with the rest of your community.

She's holding up a brochure entitled "Why skipping Group Therapy is Unacceptable".]

So my punishment for skipping group therapy on day one hundred ninety six was to write a brochure stating why my actions were wrong and unacceptable. Anywhere around the prison now you may pick up one of these brochures and give it a read. There are mass quantities placed in the Post Office just in case other places are running out.

[Anyone who picks up a copy will discover that Jane indeed made a brochure. But our of her resentment, and anger towards the good warden Veridical she has made some snide and snarky remarks inside. She will not apologize, and she is certainly NOT sorry for the things she wrote. No worry, it does stick to the theme of "Why skipping Group Therapy is Unacceptable".]

How is everyone? I haven't asked in quite some time.

[The last few days have been...something. Enough of a something that Bucky decided getting a drink in the early afternoon was a perfectly good idea and the Winery was as good a place to do it as any. He usually lays low, chats up a few ladies now and then, and spends time with Steve--but that won't be happening anymore, will it? He almost wants to ask what the point of being here is now, but he won't because knowing how things work, he just might get the answer he doesn't want.

He snorts at his own stupid thoughts, taking another stiff drinking from his glass and letting it clink-clack as he sets it carelessly back down on the table in front of him. He's sitting loose, clothes a bit rumpled and his hair a little in disarray. Messy, but not like he just rolled out of bed. Even maybe if he had.]

[Audio]
Time goes by fast around here, don't it? [He says it easily, but there's a bit of slur to his words, an edge behind all of the nonchalance.] You just keep going along, minding your business and in the blink of an eye it's like...you didn't even notice how things were different. That's probably what they want. Get us all cozied up and then drop the bombs.

[He snorts, taking a drink.] Think I prefer being shot at by Nazis.