MarinaNova Asylum

[Caroline is decidedly less perky than her last post. In fact, she looks pretty annoyed. With her jaw set, she fumbles with the device a bit, her arm still sore. Still, she smiles, a little, trying to be a bit welcoming.]  Hi, I'm Caroline Forbes and I'm here to help you. [ Eye roll ] As part of my punishment, I'm supposed to help people with their chores. So let me know if you need any help with anything.

[Caroline hangs up. Or at least, she thinks she does, tossing the device across the room and you can hear her saying--] Seriously? What kind of places punishes you for being attacked?

[ The feed comes on and we're greeted with the sight of a bed-headed Ferris Bueller, his t-shirt and pajama pants obscured by a tremendously fluffy bathrobe, sitting on the edge of the bed in his room. ]

Hi, good morning. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Ferris Bueller, and I'm about to monopolize this particular feed on your headgear for the day. Sorry about that, but I haven't been given much of a choice in the matter.

[ As he speaks, he stands up and starts walking - out of the bedroom and down the hallway of his apartment. ]

I know what you're thinking, here I am, chatting you up, letting you know I'm going to keep this going all day, and denying any responsibility whatsoever. It sounds sketchy, like I just like hearing myself talk. Well, I do like hearing myself talk, I'm not going to lie about that. I think you should like hearing yourself talk, because if there's one voice you're going to hear a lot of in your life, it's your own. Seems like you might as well get comfortable with it.

But back to the topic at hand, no, I'm not just doing this to hear myself talk all day long. Even a good thing wears thin after a while, and frankly, I'm not sure how much mileage my vocal cords are going to give me before I go all croaky on you.

[ And he clears his throat, making a tiny croaking noise. ]

I'll apologize for that in advance, too, just in case. Anyway, it so turns out that here, if the wardens don't know who committed a crime and they think it's physically possible that you could have committed said crime, even if you didn't, you're guilty until proven innocent. Under most circumstances, I'd act like that's some kind of appalling shock, that I simply cannot bring myself to believe the gross injustice of assuming the worst of everyone - but it's not like I could very well claim to be surprised by that kind of attitude, given the circumstances under which they brought us all here to begin with. Not exactly a massive stretch of the imagination.

Which brings us to the next phase of the wardens thinking you did something: punishment. It so turns out that my particular punishment is... well, this. Broadcasting my day - all day. The wardens say they want me to show that I have nothing to hide, and to be totally honest with you, I don't particularly mind. I've always been what most might call an open, sharing individual. So here you go - wardens, my fellow abductees, and eavesdropping deep-sea life - FerrisVision, your all-day, all-access connection to Ferris Bueller, who has nothing to hide.

[ He pauses here, at the bathroom door, and arches a brow, one sly little smirk. ]

Well. Almost nothing to hide. You stay out here, kids.

[ And he removes the headpiece, perching it so it has a near-perfect view of a hula dancer sitting in front of his stereo. He turns said stereo on, playing London Calling. ]

I'll leave you with some company.

[ And he flicks the hula girl before he walks off to the bathroom, making her dance for anyone watching. At least until she loses momentum, anyway. ]


[ ooc: So Ferris is broadcasting, open and unfiltered, all day long. Which means that if you interact with him, it will be on the network. Which means no privacy at all. He'll also be out and about in the dome later, so FEEL FREE to run into him. Of course, if you hit him up in action, your character will appear on his video feed. Threadjacking anything is obviously fair game, given the nature of the post and his "punishment". It remains to be seen, but I might do one or more additional post(s) with him later on in the dayweek. ]

[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.)

((OOC: In lieu of spamming with posts for all 8 of my characters for kissing purposes, I'm putting up prompts for them all on this one action post! Links are below I may tag around in other posts/the mingle too, but if you want any of mine for the event PLEASE PLEASE DO TAG! I want every single tag for this event!

I don't care if they haven't met yet! Absolutely do not be shy! Also, if anyone wants to call my kids on the network or do non-kiss threads, just indicate such and I'm happy to! Threads can take place at any point in the dayweek, and almost anywhere in the dome.

Links:
+ Lacus Clyne: Everyday walking around prompt | Hot springs prompt for the adventurous~
+ Zelgadis Greywars
+ Cross Marian
+ Penelope Garcia
+ Komui Lee
+ Tony Stark
+ Saya Otonashi
+ Michael Westen))

Good morning, inmates.

Today is day [ 205 ] of the first generation and also a day where we observe a [ traditional Marina holiday ]. Please enjoy the festivities. Your [ spiritual needs ] are important to us.

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking the [ facility rules ]. Full details of their punishment will be transmitted to their devices shortly.

Aidan Reilly: Injury
Dirk Strider: Injury and assault.
Euphemia li Britannia: Injury and assault.
Ferris Bueller: Assault.
Helix Wamtani: Assault.
Jake English: Assault.
Damon Salvatore: Property damage.
Stefan Salvatore: Property damage.

There are currently [ no ] pending requests.

Have a nice day.

[ And like the last few times, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]


((OOC: And this starts the MISTLETOE BOT EVENT! More information can be found HERE. A mingle will come up in a couple of days but you're encouraged to make your own posts!

Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! ))

[ Today in Sector 6, a couple of idiots have set up a party site in a relatively safe part of the monolith clearing, demarcated by some brightly-colored ribbons. There are tables containing food (mainly cake, ice cream, and other appetite-ruining snacks), beverages, and a few party games like Twister and Monopoly and shit. Well. Really just some games grabbed out of a store or something. They should still be sufficient to pass time with, though. That's really all the gameplan is for this party: Hanging out and passing time.

It's a birthday party. There's not really a whole lot else to say.

Really. The closest anyone is getting to having ulterior motives here is the desire two dumb sixteen-year-olds have for birthday presents. But even those aren't mandatory. They just want to hang out! Really! Because Dirk Strider and Jake English are such social butterflies.

As for Dirk, though he spends some of his time hanging out and partaking of the party food, he keeps a close watch on the surrounding area to prevent anything too nasty from getting in -- although he's neither invincible nor omnipotent, so maiming of party guests is totally possible. There is also a period of about twenty minutes from 1:20PM to 1:40 when he's nowhere to be seen, which is a little suspicious. You know. If anyone's paying attention. ]

((OOC: Please see the OOC post about the birthday party here, and remember that if your character is in Sector 6 at 1:30PM they need to reply to the IC Rules page to be punished for Dirk's assault of a hummingphant!

Since this is a mingle post I'm turning comment notifs off for my poor inbox, but I'll be tagging around. ♥ ))

[ Evening, MarinaNova! Ferris Bueller is all up on your network, smiling brightly at you all. Happen to notice where he is? It's the arcade, this time. ]

You know, I'm a pretty strong believer in joy shared being amplified. If you enjoy doing something, you should share that enjoyment; it's infectious, people are happy when they see other people happy - that goes from your happiness, to inspire others' happiness, and then theirs comes right back to you. Therefore if you're having fun, other people will have fun with you, and in turn you'll all be having a better time. It's true for most people, at least, and I'll grant you that it can depend on the activity. But here is a perfect example.

[ And he gestures widely, to the facility's version of DDR, where he and his victim companion, one Xander Harris, are just about to tear it up. ]

I've gotten acquainted with this machine since I wound up here, and I can tell you, from a completely unbiased perspective, it's fun to play, it's fun to watch other people play, and it's definitely most fun when you've got a number of people to trade off those activities. The secret is, you just can't care if you look ridiculous - to that end, I'm completely ready and willing to look ridiculous alongside anyone. Starting with my friend here.

[ And he steps up onto the machine, trusting - perhaps hoping - that Xander will follow. He's getting up there somehow, but it'd be easiest if he just followed Ferris. ]

So you know, you can consider that an invitation.

[ And here Xander speaks up, ]

You're not going to record us doing this, are you?

[ Brows arched, Ferris glances to Xander, then looks back toward the camera and, with one last grin, he mercifully cuts off the feed. ]


[ ooc: open to action at the arcade!!! ]

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!

[In a small corner of the library, chairs are arranged in a circle. There's a stand against the wall, holding one of those giant post-it note pads. Written on the top note is:

THE IMPORTANCE OF TELLING THE TRUTH]

[ Hello, MarinaNova. Ferris is sitting here, in the bedroom of his apartment in sector 2. The walls are plastered rather solidly with an eclectic mix of posters, photos, and other varied clippings and images he's managed to dig up around the place. At the start of his transmission, he reaches over and pauses his music - The Cars, if you're paying attention and would recognize it. He leans back and engages in a casual, conversational tone. ]

So, let's see, it's... a few weeks, now, that I've been here. I wouldn't exactly say I've resigned myself to my fate or anything like that, but I did start figuring, not particularly long into my stay, that I might as well make the most of it. After all, I'm still here regardless of whether I dwell on it or not. Why miss out on the positive aspects in favor of making myself miserable? I've never been a fan of dwelling, anyway. Waste of time.

In that spirit, I've been exploring, perusing the local diversions - everything you'd expect a guy to do, you know? And you can take my word for it when I say I'm not the sort to leave any stone unturned. I mean - not literally, because I haven't yet found any choice entertainment under stones. If there is any, I'd appreciate someone pointing me in the direction of the right stones.

Now, naturally, I'll continue ever onward in my independent endeavour for diversion, but I figured I may as well pose the question to my fellow inmates; How do you entertain yourself here?

Don't misunderstand; I'm certainly not bored - who would ever allow oneself to meet such a fate, I ask you? [ Restless, sure. But defiantly not bored. ] But I have long ago come to believe that any man who fails to keep an open mind and reach out to others is a man who is only cheating himself. Everyone's got a different idea of fun, after all, and it never hurts to try something new. Well... rarely.

((OOC: Forward dated slightly until after Tony and Dean's music war with the wardens has been over for at least an hour or so.))

Hello, MarinaNova. Now that our rather boisterous morning has quieted, I would appreciate some input on a proposal.

Those of you who were present in our former dome may remember the stars and moon projected on the dome at night, which I maintained. I hadn't recreated the projector because [the slightest pause, those who know Lacus well will see that this is uncharacteristically difficult for her] it had been a gift to someone who unfortunately did not join us in the new facility. I believe it's time I paid tribute to him by recreating that night sky.

However, he is far from the only one we have lost. I was considering, rather than modeling the projections after the skyline of Earth or the other worlds, perhaps creating our own. Each person could select locations for stars or constellations, in honor of those special to them, be it a person who has left the dome, one who is still here, or one you remember from your home world.

Of course, if anyone has other ideas I would be delighted. Please, if you have a moment to offer your thoughts, I'm eager to hear them.

Hello everyone. [You are now being addressed by a pink-haired princess.]

It seems the school has lost more teachers. If there is anyone here with experience or interest in teaching or even just expertise in a particular area I would be very appreciative if you might consider using your talents in the school. There's a full course catalog and schedule available on the intranet in the computer labs. They were also in your welcome baskets originally, though they're probably a little out of date from those versions, so I can have new ones mailed to anyone who wants them.

Also...

[She smiles, but there is something difficult in this and it shows. She's afraid no one will reply.] I've been living in a large apartment in Sector three. [And everyone she's lived with has left one by one until she was alone again.] I wonder if there is anyone else who might like a roommate. I don't mind moving either if you prefer a different home.

[Someone's standing on a roof. Like. The tippy-top of a pointy roof no one should ever be able to get onto, let alone stand on without wavering.

But, hey, since he hasn't been actively reaching out to people lately, he figures he might as well do so like this. Munching away on a Sea-Salt Ice Cream bar, Axel flicks on his communicator and shows off the heights by leaning over to stare at the ground below. Very, very far below.]

'kay. First, nice weather we're having. Next, I'm gonna need some judges here.

[Axel cracks his neck and then pulls the now clean ice cream stick out of his mouth to carelessly toss over the edge. Look out belooooow.]

I'm gonna jump, and you're gonna have to judge my dismount.

Volunteers?

So you know, back home, I kept a video blog. It was sorta an online journal for the trials and stuff of bein' a teenage vampire. Sometimes a how to guide for people who just turned, information for people who wanted to know more 'bout vampires, things like that. I had a pretty good fanbase and sometimes I even got other people to come in and talk on it too.

I was thinkin' about the network I guess and whether it'd be a good idea to continue doin' something like that here. Like the adjustments of a young vampire in this place or somethin'.

You think anyone'd be interested in somethin' like that?

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.

[Exciting day in MarinaNova. Robots and sentinels are out in mass seeking to gather up the escaped inmates from Sector 6, but that doesn't mean they're everywhere. Lots of quiet, little nooks completely free of their protection.]

(OOC: Links! Mammoth Pillbug | Hyena Wasps | Sector 1: Main Athletic Complex | Sector 2: The Education Center | Sector 3: Pa-Ching Arcade | Sector 4: The Movie Theater | Sector 5: The Museum

OOC Information | Veridical's announcement

You are welcome to play on the mingle and/or make your own posts for this event. The pillbug will only interact with people on his thread here, but you're welcome to see him or damage he's done.)

[A buck-toothed smile appears on the screen along with a pair of thick black frame glasses. Bright green eyes look very, very excited. Like. Really freaking excited. Like you cannot believe.]

It's been quite the galvanizing day! I've spent a good portion of it with my chums from-- er, my world, and I've met a few other friendlies here and there.

I'd wager you have nothing to fear, my fellow captives. You may be dismayed by our current status as prisoners, but cheer up! All this crime malarkey aside, I believe we're all just a bunch of ordinary ladies and gents in a completely ordinary underwater dome.

They even have a movie theater! Which I will most definitely be visiting on a frequent basis.

Which, by the way. Dirk, Roxy, Jane! Are the three of you up for a good ol' friendly outing? Complete with bags of overpriced popcorn served to us by jovial youngsters trying to save up for a fancy automobile?

[A certain 14-year-old has chosen to spend her afternoon taking advantage of the free chalk. The free glitter chalk, which is important only because it looks nicer under the Dome "sunlight." Those wandering down certain random paths in each of the sectors will come across a strange message inscribed in various fonts along the sidewalks:]


Annataz saw ereh

[As for the mistress of mischief magic herself? For the moment, she's sitting along the boardwalk of the beach area. Two independent pieces of chalk are randomly doodling to her left, while she actually draws free-hand with a third. A smudge of glittery chalk has even made it to her cheek, which she ignores in favor of concentrating on her art.]

[The images appear random, unless one knows the theater. Curtains. Scarves. Doves. Tables. Hats of various sizes and shapes. Hoops. Wands. Anything that comes to mind.]

[ castiel is testing out his abilities! this means he is popping in and out all over the facility -- into the library, onto the speaker-island, into your bathroom while you're taking a shower, over your shoulder as you wait on those sciencey results -- you name it, cas is there! staring. watching. waiting.

he might even go so far as to bring you along elsewhere with him, just to see if he can! maybe he leaves you there, and maybe you get stuck via the facility's fun little prison-bar glitch. hopefully he doesn't forget you? ]

[As unusual as the day is, it's generally exciting for Ferris. He's out and about this evening, scoping out the crowds. He's gathered enough by now to understand this is far from normal, though it's already obvious this is a much larger influx than either of the arrival days he's seen; his own and yesterday.

Though he's taken up residence in sector 2, he heads out to sectors 3 and 4 and well, taking in sights and the new company. He stops in at The Bistro to grab some dinner before heading out for an evening that includes stops at Pa-Ching Arcade and the art center.

Run into him in any of the three sectors, and he'll be more than happy to entertain newcomers and inmates alike.]