MarinaNova Asylum

(OOC: Event Info)

[EVENT INFO]

Over the last twenty years there have been good times and there have been bad times. This is not one of the good times. Things were quite heady for a while in the early days, what with the thrill of exploring a new relationship with Ianto and Spike, and then of overthrowing the wardens and finding their real bodies again – and getting rid of the damn sex bands once and for all. But they still couldn't escape, and that meant he was potentially here literally forever, with no end ever in sight. Nothing new to see, no new people, nothing changing ever. Not even Ianto, since Spike turned him (which, obviously, is a good thing, but still an increasingly stagnant one).

Is it any wonder his periods of rebellion from the confines of that relationship – as one of the few things he can actually change here – are getting more and more frequent? This latest break is the strongest and longest yet, and it's got to the point where he and Ianto aren't even speaking to each other. Thank goodness there are at least still some people who'll put up with him!

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He's let his routine slide somewhat over the years. What's the point in keeping fit and alert when a) it's all virtual and b) there's no hope of ever getting out of here? It's not like he really gets out of shape anyway. So today you're less likely to find him swimming and patrolling than in a coffee shop or a bar drinking away the hours. Or perhaps in the spa, enjoying the temporary comfort of a hot tub? Your chances of finding him aggressively cheerful and flirty are about even with those of finding him morose and depressed. They're both his ways of coping.

Physically, there are a couple more grey hairs, a couple more laugh lines (because he still laughs, even if it's more dryly than before), but otherwise he hasn't changed. He still wears the same outfit, that's never going to change.

For Kirk

Things aren't so bad when he has Kirk to wake up next to. Any warm body is better than none, and Kirk's is a darned sight better than most, even twenty years on.

Kirk's still asleep, face hidden against his shoulder, so he can't immediately see that the Kirk he's woken up with is twenty years younger than the one he went to bed with. He smiles as he brushes affectionate lips over the sandy hair. "Morning, gorgeous."

(( OOC: EVENT INFO)

[You might run into Kitty out and about today as more things go sideways—maybe literally—but for now have a video!]

Something strange is happening today, and I'm having trouble nailing down a theme.

So far I've noticed a weirder-than-usual morning announcement from our toaster overlord.

My closet was full of pantsuits and only pantsuits. [And that's why she's wearing this out-of-character plum number. You might also see a hint of a blue band. It's been red for awhile so this is new.]

[Video pans down.] I got this [watermelon shark] when I ordered waffles and bacon.

There have been some technical malfunctions. [On Ton's biomechanics, but since he's sensitive about it she doesn't elaborate.]

So, speak up, what's your damage? Le̬͉̭͇͇͓t̪̠̗͍'̷̳̠̙̖̟͙s̨ ̘̰͔̻̟̀f̗̦̠̠̮i̴̘̲̮̭g̴̼͙̣̩͔ur͜e̹͎̫̪ ̞̼̤̪͡th́i̹͇̥̘̞s̡ ̤̻͇ͅo͇ut̬̮̰͕.̼͎̭͚͎̥

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(( OOC: Happy Halloween - sort of! EVENT INFO ))

Having found little to interest her in tattoos to cover up her newest scars, Martha had turned to Jack's suggestion at getting them removed. And knowing she had little to no rehabilitation points, she was willing to take whatever the wardens would give her regarding work to earn more.

Which was why she was now rolling a ginormous pumpkin through sector zero to place somewhere. It was also why she was placing hay bales in various places and hanging orange lights. None of the decorations were as impressive as she would have expected from the wardens for a big anniversary bash, but there was definitely plenty.

"Excuse me!" she called over the pumpkin.

It's pretty obvious the wardens are up to something or want us to think they are. They've been dropping hints about tomorrow for the last few morning broadcasts. The things Veridical said today are pretty much on target for that.

Gather round, kids. Time for a history lesson since I've been here for most of it.

Back on Day 100 we were still back in Marina Asylum with different wardens and surroundings. They threw a masquerade ball. I picked out a simple red dress and spent the rest of the day thinking I was a goddess and a crazy one at that. [Named Glory.]

On Day 200 we had a summer festival thing. Games, rides, food stands, a dance, the works. There was a projection of scenes from home. Everyone's home I think. [She doesn't mention the ferris wheel because it still comes with too many feelings when it comes to Reid. She really hopes there's no ferris wheel this time.]

Day 300 was more of a harvest festival. Same kind of thing as Day 200 but more fall themed. They did the projections again and there was a dance on the beach. [There was another ferris wheel that day and by then she and Reid had broken up. Which means it's been more than 100 days already. Sometimes it feels like years. Sometimes it feels like yesterday. Letting go and moving on are both their own kinds of journeys.]

Tomorrow is Day 400. I'm guessing there's a dance. From the look of the costumes in stock and the decorations that have started going up I think we're looking at a Halloween theme. Might pick up past things or be completely different. It feels like we had a couple of Halloweens back when I first arrived.

So...that's what I know for what it's worth. You can always call the Defense Force if something comes up. Dispatch will get someone to you. Hopefully, the worst of it is stepping on someone's toes. Might even be fun. [She might even have a date?]

[If you're out and about you might run into Kitty pretty much anywhere, but definitely surveying the costumes in the shops.]

(OOC: Links are NOT IC.)

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Video | Open

I think we could all use a distraction.

[Or maybe that's just her thinking about how it's been awhile since the wardens have launched something at them. The kites barely seem to count. Is something big coming? are they just counting down the days until 400? Another anniversary festival or something...worth waiting for? In probably all the wrong ways.]

So, let's play a game. It's called I Never. It's usually a drinking game, but I'll leave the type of beverage up to you. All ages. [As if anyone stops the kids from drinking booze here anyway.]

I'll say "I never went to prison." If you have gone to prison—and spoiler alert, you have—then you drink. If you're not using video then figure something else out or stop being so difficult. The objective is to find things out about each other while not getting too drunk or hydrated yourself, so normally you'd pick a true statement for yourself so you don't have to drink. But that's really up to you. [She might drink a lot just because she's done a lot of things.]

I'll start us off, I never shoplifted...from a store that hadn't already been abandoned.

(OOC: It's not a mingle, but you can feel free to threadjack others!)


Action | Closed to Chekov
[Not long after the video goes up there's a knock at his door. On the other side is Kitty, looking a more put together than usual and carrying a couple of bags. One has liquor. The other has food. What do?]

Martha had hid in her apartment for a few days. She'd apologized to everyone she had hurt. And now, it was time to brave the world again. That wasn't her original plan. Martha's original plan was to stay in her flat forever, but she was apparently out of practice stockpiling. Besides, there were things to do. So she took a shower, styled her hair, and put on makeup. That would help right.

First on her list of things to do - destroy a camera. That was easy enough though. All it involved was buying a hammer and finding a good cement surface to beat the thing until it was just tiny tiny pieces. When she was done, she swept all the bits up and put it in a bin. Oddly enough, Martha felt lighter after that. Light enough to go about the rest of her daily errands.

Said errands took her to the library for a book or two, the convenience store for more food (she had to restock her stock pile after all), and some of the various shops for sundry items. She tried to avoid people when she could, but it wasn't always possible. Anyone could easily run into her anywhere.

[Martha didn't want to make this call. Hell, she didn't want to deal with this at all. Best to ignore what happened and stay locked in her room forever, right? But Jack had forgiven her and forced his company on her yesterday. Regardless of what she wanted, it was beyond time to apologize to the others.]

Gentlemen -

[Her voice cracked as she said it. No, she couldn't start crying now. Martha took a deep, shaky breath, cleared her throat, and tried again.]

Gentlemen. I... I know your first impulse might be to hang up on me. I understand, and I don't blame you if you do. I would too if I were in your shoes. But if you can stay until the very end, I would appreciate it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for attacking you. I'm sorry for humiliating you. I'm sorry for sending you mind games in the mail. I've been told that the AI was messing with our brains. That what I was three days ago isn't me so I can't be held responsible for what she did. But that doesn't change the fact that I still remember doing it. That I feel the guilt of what I've done. And that it happened to you. Nothing can erase what I did and I am so sorry that it happened at all. Yes, I was a vampire, but plenty of vampires can control their urges, and it was completely out of line to take those pictures and send them to you.

...

I want to promise that it will never happen again. With all my heart I want to promise that, but I don't know what the AIs will do next time they feel like experimenting. I can promise that as a human, I wouldn't hurt you. Any of you.

I can understand too if you would prefer to never see me again. While I have come to consider you important in my life, I understand that I fucked that up. I understand that you might not be able to forgive me. But please know that I regret every single thing I did that day. And if I had access to a Time Machine, I would break the cardinal rule and cross my timeline to make sure it didn't happen.

[She takes another deep breath. Wonders if any of them will take the time to listen to it.]

Thank you for your time.

[Around the Dome]

[The worst thing about this prison—besides, obviously, being stuck in a universe without all of his friends and family—is all of the free time. Felix likes working. Loves it, in fact, and the lack of time that he devotes to having fun has made him the butt of any number of jokes on the Sphaira, not that he cares. He's excellent at what he does, and his recent promotion to captain makes all of the crap he gets from his peers worthwhile. Who needs friends when you can have inferiors?

Except he hasn't entirely bought into that and, without work to do and jerks to feel superior to, MarinaNova is getting kind of lonely. He's met a few people, sure, but what he needs to do is get out there and try to have fun. Fun people attract company, and he'd like company.

And so Felix, armed with a camera, spends a good part of the day taking a leisurely stroll through the dome's streets and parks. Wandering around and pausing to snap the occasional photo might not be the kind of madcap adventure that his peers at home might find amusing, but it's different enough from work to make him think that it falls within the realm of fun. As long as he's enjoying himself, it feels like it must count.

And he is enjoying himself. Photography was one of his many hobbies before he devoted himself to science and the Colonial Fleet. He doesn't know if he's any good at it, but there's something satisfying about looking for exciting angles and plays of light and trying to frame things just so. Although Felix focuses on architecture (another interest that fell by the wayside), he does try to get the odd inmate into his shots.]

I'm sorry, but could you hold still for a moment?


[Lyrical]

[Evening—or what passes as evening in an underwater dome where days are delineated by dimming and brightening artificial light—sets and Felix has tasked himself with finding a new kind of fun. This workless wasteland has presented him with an unparalleled opportunity to explore all of the hobbies that he stopped having time for at home. Hobbies like singing.

And that is why he is at Lyrical. Felix has skipped the drinking part of the karaoke bar (he'd like to keep his wits about him while he's enjoying himself) and is going through the selection of songs to find something he knows. Singing in front of strangers is fun, right? Right?

He might need encouragement.]

[It had been more than a few days since they had returned home from the other prison. More than a few days since her... incident with Felix. She had taken a few days to evaluate what exactly she felt. Obviously she was attracted to him. And obviously with inhibitions lowered, she was willing to jump in bed with him at the drop of a hat. But what would that do to the careful friendship they had already developed? And did she want to change that friendship? After worrying about it longer than necessary, she finally decided to just call him up.]

Hello Felix. I... hope things have been going well since we transferred back to the dome.

[She actually winces slightly at how awful that sounded. Not a good morning after person. At all.]

Action: Closed to Ianto

Day two in paradise, and following an energetic evening making use of some of the things that aren't available back in the normal dome, they have a late, leisurely breakfast at the Bay Bar and Grill.

"So, what shall we do today?" Jack asks, leaning back in his seat after finishing up the last of his delicious pancakes. Then, belatedly realising he's been too busy enjoying himself to think of the other member of their odd little three-way: "Have you seen Spike yet, since we've been here?"

Action: Open

Jack is enjoying his break in paradise. Yeah, he's doing a token bit of patrolling, and occasionally putting his brain towards the idea of trying to get out, but mostly he's just enjoying the hedonism of the place. Find him in any of the eating establishments, the sex shop, the sea or the lagoon, the amusement park, enjoying the fireworks, or pretty much anywhere!

(OOC: PLEASURE PRISON EVENT)

[ The feed starts with the gentle chirping of birds, eventually joined by a comforting male voice, like Charles Dance or Ian McKellen. You know the type. Grandfatherly. ]

Good morning, my little ducklings. Did you sleep well? I hope you did.

You must be wondering where you are — don't worry. Everything is as it should be. Your old prison is undergoing some renovations, so in the meantime you're welcome to stay here with us. I'd rather you didn't think of this as a prison but more of a resort - and who could use a vacation more than you poor things, after everything you've been through!

Enjoy yourselves now. It's a lovely day out, it'd be a shame to waste it inside — and do come see me if you need help. Just ask for Eleutherios.

(OOC: PLEASURE PRISON EVENT)

[VIDEO : OPEN]

So, we're on day three of whatever this is. And I can't tell you what it's going to be. We've had situations like it before. We've had worse. I'm sure a few of you remember. [There were times the power was off consistently and things got cold and air got thin.] I can tell you being on day three of anything is rare, and I expect something big to follow. Big could be a lot of things.

That means we need to be ready. And when I say "we" I don't just mean the Defense Force. I mean all of us as a community of people. We didn't choose each other and didn't choose this life, but we need to choose each other now. We don't know what's coming or if anything is even coming, but that doesn't change how we should respond—together. We need to be watchful, flexible, and concerned with our neighbors' safety and well being.

The Defense Force is here for that. We have a dispatch line. Call us. We've been tracking this situation since it started. Help all of us out, by helping us get the biggest picture possible for what's happening. It doesn't have to be something life threatening, but definitely call us for that too. It can just be something that's unusual or doesn't make sense. That means a lot of calls, but it's okay. It's part of the job and that doesn't just go today or when I open up a line to everyone. It's every single day and you'll need to know that because we're getting through this. There's going to be a tomorrow and a day after and one after that.

Put yourselves in the best situation you can. Now, we've scouted supplies and we're still doing good, so I want people to make sure households have blankets and warm clothes. It's not something we usually need a lot of here, but it will come in handy if temperatures keep dipping. I am not saying hoard these things. You go, you get just what you need. Because, remember, we're watching out for each other here. If you're running out of a resource vital to you or you need help you call dispatch or me or any force member you know.

You have ideas? Self heating structures, ways to make the food supply stretch if needed, secure crafts that might be able to make it to the surface if we could get through the dome, anything that's going to prepare for the common good? Talk to us. Let us help work on those plans, so they can get accomplished faster.

Keep each other's spirits up. Talk to people. Listen. Do something generous or kind just because you can. Just because we're not going to fall apart when they make the lights flicker. We're stronger than that if we stand together. If we don't let fear paralyze us. If we don't limit our thinking or go selfish. We're Marina Fucking Nova, and the wardens can't break us.

[She didn't expect to go on like that. She had a few bits of sensible precautions and reminders to deliver, but it just got more impassioned as it went on. She cares. She cares more than she usually shows. She cares more than she even realizes. These people—even the ones she hasn't met yet are her people now. Her protectorate. Her community. Her team. Her family.]

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[She can be found doing a careful sweep of the prison with a notepad and everything so she can record any details that might be useful. She's going to go through all of the facilities while she's at it.]

[Damon is bored. BOOOOOOOOOOORED. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORED. Which is why he posts this video from the Blood Shack.]

Well, since the whole point of these social networks is to whine about your stupid problems, I guess I might as well join the "cool kids" [exaggerated air quotes] and complain about the shitty service we've been getting. Where are all our little robot slaves, picking up the trash? And why didn't anyone tell me they were cutting off my blood shipments?

Speaking of which, the Blood Shack is hiring. Servers. [There's a bit of a fang in his smile; you can probably guess how exactly you'll be serving.]

[posted a few minutes later]

I can't believe I forgot to post a pointless picture of my lunch that nobody cares about! Here it is.




Hashtag Delicious.


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[Damon is hanging out at the Blood Shack, bored and restless and cranky. Bother him at your own risk.]