MarinaNova Asylum

[Thirianna can again be heard over the comm, her voice again carrying the strange effect it did the last time she prophesied.]

Many disparate souls flock together, brought to the cage unwillingly. Though the city of the guilty is always well populated, the visitors from the lands outside shall soon come in great numbers. The tapestry woven by the skein is always complex and intricate, but soon a great many threads will be added to the work.

[[ooc: Just a little pre-4th wall event prophecy with mod permission.]]

[ hello Marina, please say hello to a very distraught looking robot on your video feed. A very distraught, disgusted, and loud robot on your video feed ]

You... You're all serious about this?!!?

Now, now you're tellin' me, that you, as in those who ... alright fine you all know who I'm talkin' to, you know, deep inside of yer hearts, pumpin' blood throughout your squishy little bodies. You know exactly who you are and... and you should be ashamed of yourselves considerin' the fact... that... that yer-- you're tellin' me that you... you put those... THERE?!

There.... there isn't a need why... why would you ever consider that... in... your... y.. I don't even want to think about it. You're serious about this then? Why would you even want to do that those... those don't belong there nothing belongs there...

You're... You're all disgusting!!

[Welcome to Sector 0, home of the request kiosk, various facility buildings, and a wide array of street food stands.

Also, today only, it features a bright red photo booth. Just slip behind the curtain, press the button, and smile pretty for the snapshots it will take of you and whomever or whatever else you pull in with you. The photos will process and print inside the machine and spit out a strip of four photos for you to keep.

Take a picture. It will last longer...]


(OOC: Threads can take place any time of day, anywhere in Sector 0.)

[voice; filtered to the BAU]

Hey guys... just checking in to say that I, uhm. Landed in Sector 2? [Awkward.] Let me know where you ended up.

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[voice; filtered to Rebecca]

Still up for that coffee?

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[ACTION//OPEN]

[ New dome, new living arrangements — and we're back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Having settled in (well...) to his new place, Reid can be found wandering most of Sector 2 from mid-morning to sometime in the afternoon. He's especially easy to find in and around the apartment complexes, the education center and the library, where he'll be terribly busy deciphering his own scribbled notes from the previous two days. Do bother, often and frequently! ]

[After the announcement, her communicator clicks on. PM, outfitted with a new silver restraining collar, is lying in the bed she shares with WV and AR (who is hogging the blankets and more than a third of the bed thanks to being skewed diagonally). For the unfamiliar, the three of them are of a hard-shelled alien race--PM is pure sparkly white, and the other two a shiny beetle black.]

[As she starts to wake up, the situation seems so nonsensical that she doesn’t register it as anything more than an odd dream. There’s a span of confused, puzzled squinting with her remaining eye as she reads the summary of her punishment, and finds that no, she can’t turn her feed off. The very moment that the situation fully dawns on her is clear--a sudden widening of her eye, tension returning to her body. She pushes out of bed and strides out, her pajama gown billowing a bit behind her, and she ignores any half-asleep protests from her "dear friends." It takes all of her self-control to gently close the bedroom door.]

[She makes her way to the balcony of their Sector 2 home, which is at or near the top of the apartment complex, given the spectacular view. Only once she’s outside does she let herself explode.]

Excuse me, WHAT?!

[Her whole body is trembling with incredulous rage. Even if the rules had said something about being punished for injury, she didn't actually expect that to apply the one time when she was more victim than mutual combatant. It just seemed too bizarre to be real. PM grips the glowing gold ring that hangs around her neck as she takes a deep, calming breath.]

[Her voice is strong and has an angry edge, but she is otherwise in control.] Good morning. This is PM. It seems that the wardens are forcing me to broadcast myself today.

And this is why.

[They don’t want her to keep secrets? Fine. She’ll oblige. The alien queen brings her injured wrist up and points to her gauze-covered eye socket.]

Yesterday, a man named Jack Noir, known also as the Sovereign Slayer, ambushed me while I was decorating and preparing the new post office. He stabbed me through my wrist to pin me to the floor, and then gouged out my eye.

This punishment is for letting myself get hurt.

... Be careful, everyone.

[That offered, she stalks back inside to go about her day. And you all get to come with her!!]

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((OOC: PM will be 100% trollable all day! About anything!! Everything she does is stalkable!!! ( Click through for more deets. )

[Thirianna speaks up over the network again, her voice carrying some strange reverb effect as she uses her talents as a farseer to scry upon Marina Nova.]

Fate is tangled and clouded to my sight in this place as well - divination is a trying experience. It does not help that there seem to exist various places in this dome that are... resistant to my talents.

However, though I cannot see into the future as of now, I can feel other presences in this facility with us. Something lives, and moves, in sector 6.

[Perceptive characters may notice a distinct undertone of being rather pissed the fuck off in Thirianna's voice today.]

So this is what I forsaw.

It is strange that the threads would be so entangled for something like this.

I shall look into the skein again - We may be able to learn something about this new... facility.

[Filtered to Felicia, Gaunt, Cain]

For your information, I do not feel the presence of the ruinous powers here, either. This may be owing to the interference of this anklet, but I doubt it.

[You're in a new prison and free!

Well, free to look around anyway. Maybe you'll pick your pet up from the pet cafe or search the pile for your personal items before someone else gets to them first. You could be inspecting the barrier around sector six. Did you just hear something scratching it from the other side? Maybe you want to find the nearest clothing store and upgrade from prisoner-chic to something a little more you. Maybe you appeared somewhere awkward and could use a hand with that. It could be you're just wandering around, familiarizing yourself with the new space.

Whatever it is, you're welcome to do it here.]