MarinaNova Asylum

[ Trouble sleeping at night? Are you re-experiencing a traumatic event through nightmares or flashbacks? Are you avoiding certain situations or triggers? Have your beliefs and feelings changed in response to the event? Do you feel differently about yourself or the ones around you? Are you experiencing increased guilt, shame, or fear? A lack of interest for activities you used to enjoy? Are you feeling jittery or hyperaware of potential danger? Depressed? Anxious? Feelings of hopelessness? Are you drinking more than usual?

Welcome to the Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome Support Group.


The group is gathered down at the beach. There are baskets set up with cold beverages and delicious picnic type snacks, along with a circle of beanbags for that intimate, trusting feeling. In the middle there's another basket with informational pamphlets and a list of assignments that the participants are encouraged to answer. ]

• When was the last time you had a full nights sleep?
• Do you avoid certain situations? Certain topics of conversation? Why?
• Do you feel stressed? Guilty?
• Do you find situations more threatening than you used to do?
• Have you had a change in interests lately?

((OOC: Feel free to use the questions as a jump-off point or come up with topics of your own! THIS is a good site for information about PTSD and the treatment thereof. ]

[ 'Have you ever thought that everything is your fault? Do you pile guilt on your shoulders, regardless of where fault lies? Do you sometimes blame yourself for a diminishing environment? Have you ceased bothering to cry 'but there were circumstances'! Then this is the therapy group for you!

The Personal Guilt Therapy session takes place in one of the classrooms in the education center. It looks very much like other therapy sessions you might have been herded into: plastic chairs in a circle around a low circle shaped table. Refreshments sit on a table near the door with cookies, pastries, coffee and hot water to dunk generic tea bags in. There are also a few envelopes of stale hot chocolate mix.

Rather than assault you with a battery of questions, the table in the center simply has a directive, a guide if you will, to talking about your guilt. The questions are written upon white paper then taped securely to the center of the table.

Once you've gotten yourself some refreshments and settled a bit discuss the following among your peers these questions:

*What do you personally feel guilty for? Why?
*What were the circumstances surrounding these things you feel guilty about?
*Was there any way to change the outcome that caused your guilt?
*Does anyone else blame you?
*How does your guilt affect your everyday life either back home or here?

ooc: as per all the other therapy sessions, don't feel it necessary to limit your character to these options. Mingle, make new threads, profit! ]

[Anyone brought to this group will find that there are tables set up around the perimeter of the room, one with snacks and drinks, some even with art supplies on them, while the chairs are all pushed into a circle in the middle. There is a projector set up to one side and it flashes images every so often onto the wall. Images of children, adults, the elderly with the young--some of them more formal, posed, others candid as the brief moments of life they were. Some of these images might even be familiar to certain inmates. It shouldn't be hard for them to pick out their own families after all.

In the center of the circle of chairs is a table with a large bowl of treats, wrapped candies of various sorts. Hard candies, caramels, chocolates, taffy. Beside the bowl is a set of cards with instructions written on the back of them.

"Select a card and read the question aloud to the group. Whoever answers the question gets to choose a reward from the bowl and then select the next card. Continue until all of the cards have been viewed or the bowl is empty. More than one person can answer--the first to respond gets to select the next card. If no one volunteers, the card picker gets to select a person."

The cards themselves have a variety of questions and tasks, but they all have a very similar theme.]

( Possible Questions )
{OOC: Mingle! These questions are not the only ones. Feel free to come up with more. Also the candy in the bowl is spiked just like the pastries and coffee, so the more characters eat...you get the picture.}

[ action ]
[When she's not on assignment in Sector 1, Korra can be found wandering forlornly around Sector 2, where she and Mako had been (briefly) reunited. She'd been doing so well, not missing home, but seeing Mako, getting to talk to him and kiss him and hold him again, has opened up the floodgates. It's been weeks since she's seen Bolin or Tenzin or the air bender babies; months since she's been able to spend any significant time with her parents or Master Katara. She's never been separated from Naga this long since they were both babies.

She wants her boyfriend. She wants her best friends, and her teachers, and her parents, and her world, and her life! She's sick of being trapped here, having all of her powers and yet still being less than nothing.

Be wary of the sulky Avatar.]



[ voice -- to Garcia & Asami, but posted publicly because technology? what? ]
I'm going to be home late tonight. Don't worry about me.

[ Although the other day was far from as traumatic as the last inmate influx, it left Reid a little pensive. Made him think of extreme aggressors, of 50 000 chess games, of expecting different outcomes in a game that would only end with check mate, but unlike a few years ago this is not a depressive thought. Instead, it makes him crave interaction and so he hits up the network. ]

Hey, guys. I was wondering... there's quite a few of us here that know how to play chess. How would you feel about an impromptu tournament? Nothing fancy, just... I don't know, anyone who's interested could drop by the library and we'll set up a few games. Bring a board, if you got one.

[ A bit of an awkward smile and then he cuts the feed. ]

(( OOC: MINGLE-STYLE! Email notifs are off, so thread to your hearts content! Reid will have a video response thread here and an action response thread here for your Reid-y needs! ))

[There's definitely some aspects of the hero gig that Wally missed since he decided to retire and give the normal life a try. But finding himself in strange places with no idea how he got there certainly wasn't one of them. Especially when that strange place happened to be some sort of underwater dome. And while he missed out on the normal welcoming message that usually greeted new arrivals, he quickly gathered that this was some type of holding facility thanks to the orange jumpsuit and power suppressing anklet he's been fitted with.

At first he thought that all of this might've been the work of either The Reach or The Light, but the more he explored the place, the less likely he thought that to be the case. Neither one of them would have been so kind to dump him in a place this nice. So figuring there's only one way for him to get any real answers, he uses the communicator he's been given to send out a voice message on the network. And for some people in Marina, his voice might sound very similar to someone else's they already know in the dome, if only a little deeper.]

Well I must say that this is quite the dome you guys have here. I mean, I'm sure the prisoners at Belle Reve would kill to have a beach, an arcade, or even a...Plush Rump of their very own.

But who exactly do I have to thank for my impromptu underwater vacation? It's not that I don't appreciate it, but I was kind of in the middle of something important back home. [Helping stop alien invasions still count as being important, right?] Though I'm guessin' I'm hardly the first one here to make that claim, huh?

[Sigh. This really wasn't the "welcome back" he was looking for after temporarily rejoining the team.] Man, Artemis is so going to kill me for this.

[OOC: 21-year-old Wally West/Kid Flash from Season Two (Episode 19/"Summit") of Young Justice. Also, feel free to run into him wandering around the dome throughout the day!]

I am not pleased by whatever the fuck is going on here, and I would like for it to be rectified immediately.

[The look on her face is stern, she ain't playing right now and anyone who gets in her way of getting out is fucked.]

( tl;dr introspection :P )

----- Sector 2 -----

[ The Sector is -- was -- her chosen place of residence after all. Sasha visited the Library, seeing if there were new books that had arrived.

Should she spot anyone -- whether it's a familiar or a new face -- she'll approach them from the side. ]

Excuse me -- do you have anything to recommend among the new fiction books?


----- Sector 4 -----

[ Toting a book or two, she heads to Bean Crushers for some tea and snacks. Her attention would mostly be on the book, but she looks up from time to time, watching people go by through the window, or just briefly look at whoever passes by her table. Anyone meeting her eye will be greeted with a small nod and a friendly smile. ]


----- Sector 5 -----

[ The day is almost at an end. While perhaps it would be more fitting for her to return to her "home" in Sector 2, she feels that she has to bid the place farewell. There won't be anyone looking for dinner when she returns there after all. Sasha therefore finds it fitting to spend time at the Prayer Facility and find peace in her sadness.

She doesn't leave right away, and like when she spent time at the café, she sat at the back- and corner-most bench in the facility, so as she can watch people come and go. She might not have the appearance of a holy person, but she does have that warm aura that might tell you that, hey, maybe she can listen if there's anything troubling you. ]


(( OOC: Pardons for the tl;dr, but here be Sasha of Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas with her Marina memories from Day 191! /o/ ))

[ This guy's lips are drawing funny lines and curves which paint him a picture of NOT HAPPY.

Jumpsuits aren't his thing, unless he's wearing one for porno filming purposes in which case he'll be taking them off anyway. He could be bothered by many other things like, the day being two-hundred-and-thirty-freaking-one, or that there's a floating rock in the "sky", or that the dome looks completely different.

But no.

Gabriel lets out a huff, brings his hands up, then down heavily, shaking his head. ]

This?

This. Sucks.

[ He shrugs as a server bot handed him some sweet and spicy skewered thing and he takes a big chomp out of the thing. ]

'Least the food's still free, and it still tastes like it'll shut your innards down at any time.

[ He finishes off the meats on the skewer with a smack of his lips, and managing a bit of levity -- ]

So! When did the renovations happen?


(( OOC: Gabriel from Supernatural, with memories from his previous stay in the old dome X3;; Hello~ ))

[Voice;]

Hey, Lotto. Got any food? [Guess who's back and doesn't know just how long it was since the last time.

But at least Generals aren't rampaging around anymore. He thinks.] I'm hungry.

[Action;]

[Hey look, it's Tyki. He got a little acquainted with the place the last time he was here, which to him seems like only yesterday (literally) and is taking another tour with a cigarette crookedly in his mouth. The only difference from the ordinary Tyki Mikk you might be used to is an Exorcist's coat that hangs loosely off his shoulders, missing one button. He's otherwise dressed the same in well tailored pants and a tucked in white button-down, lacking stigmata or amber eyes to those who knew his counterpart's abilities well enough.

Tossing a silver button and catching it with one hand (he never got anyone to sew it back on) he's eying the bakery with a keen eye on the bread loaves. If you don't catch him there then there's great certainty he'll be visiting the Winery or Blood Shack later on, looking for a good drink and curious for company.]

[ video ]

[ his face is stern when he finally turns on his device, broadcasting to the dome at large and none too pleased at this newest state of being but hoping to root out any others who may have escaped his notice. It would not surprise him in the least if others of his crew were hiding. ]

It appears as though our captors have decided to flee before answering any of our questions. I may not be able to immediately get to the bottom of this incident, but you can rest assured I will do everything in my power to get each and every one of you back to your homes where you rightfully belong.

[ and then he flashed a smile ]

In the meanwhile, I suggest you take it easy and relax while you can. There’s no sense stirring up trouble before we even know where we stand, wouldn’t you agree?

[ and trust him, he fully plans on digging up as much information on these wardens just as soon as he regroups with his crew. Don’t think he hasn’t seen that directory. Signing off the air, he immediately sends out a second call, directly to Jean-Luc Picard. ]

[ private to Picard – audio ]

Captain, this is Riker reporting for duty. Have the others checked in, already?

[ he has no way of knowing they have no need to. He simply sees them in the directory along with a few other people of potential interest. ]


((ooc: Riker from Star Trek: The Next Generation is taken from Season 06x24 – Second Chances. Action available for anyone who’d like to run into him at the store getting a change of clothes or standing outside the kiosk in sector zero!))

[Computer Lab; action]

[What do you do when you're blue and in prison all of a sudden? You look for Erik, perhaps, to start but otherwise keep a keen ear listening for useful information. Though the network's full of squabbling human voices by the sounds of it, Mystique's taken to combing through it after settling in at the Computer Lab in Sector Two. Earpiece on she's reclining in a chair with her long legs crossed and propped up on a desk; not exactly giving off approachable vibes but what do you expect from a naked blue mutant?]

[Elsewhere; action]

[If computer labs aren't your thing then you'll have plenty of other opportunities to see Mystique a little later in the day, as hard as she is to miss. She'll be scoping out the perimeter of the dome and it's buildings and 'sights'. Not without something akin to a sneer at most of it, but a mutant's got to eat when a mutant's got to eat.]

[Network]

[If you think you've heard a subtle click listening in on feeds in silence, or noticed someone trying to pick into your stronger encryptions, then you'd indeed be right. Not exactly all that familiar with the tech yet, tracks aren't exactly covered as she sates curiosity throughout the day.]

[And here, marinanova, we have one Brittany Susan Pierce, as seen in her natural state: perpetually confused.]

This is the biggest fishbowl I've ever accidentally gotten my head stuck in.

[For a moment, there is only silence -- Then there is the slight, soft sound that is someone putting on their head-set for the very first time. A voice is heard.]

-- Hello?

Hello, Night Vale? This is Cecil, speaking to you from within a massive dome one point zero three miles beneath the surface of what I assume has to be an ocean. Which ocean it happens to be, I am unsure. Have I been taken without my knowledge through a rim in the Pacific Ocean, in which a monstrosity that lives above this dome has otherwise taken my place? I doubt whoever that is has an as svelte voice as I!

From where I am within this dome there is a rich, thick garden. Along with this garden there happens to be a door which to the naked eye seems to absolutely not go anywhere. When I walk around it to the other side there is only even more garden! When I attempt to turn the knob I am unable to, as it happens to be locked... It is unable to be unlocked from either side, so there must be a side in another dimension where it can be. As for the garden? It is floating as if by dark magic! From my vantage upon this floating garden, only what must be the most splendid view of this dome can be seen by me. If only you could see it, too, listeners! If only you could see it, too.

As to how I am speaking to you, dear listeners, I have been given possession of a head-set, which fits quite comfortably upon one of my ears -- Oh! It seems that a greeting has been left for me upon it. By those who say they are my new wardens. I have been mostly correct on my assumptions, for I am one point zero three miles beneath the surface of Saylar Ocean within this dome, which seems to now be my prison for the rest of my natural life. This is what Veridical, one of my new wardens, has told me. There is also a list of the crimes that have brought me here and -- They seem to be in nice order, from what I can glimpse.

Oh, happy day, listeners! The purpose of my stay here is for rehabilitation, how kind of them to give a criminal such as I a chance to redeem myself in their eyes! There is so much to do, so much to report upon to you! Though, I am sad to say... That my darling, perfect Carlos is not here to rehabilitate with me. I hope that, wherever he might be right now, that he is safe. That he will not forget me, until I can one day see him again, whether it be here or elsewhere. Until then, I will just have to be 'okay.'

Night Vale, there is no way for me to know if any of this is getting to you at all. For all I know right now, this is a very realistic dream that I will later wake up from, then will completely forget about a few seconds later in the hustle and bustle that is my consciousness coming straight back to me. Until I know for sure,

I have never seen a tombstone that said, "Died because I didn't forward a message to ten people." That's because they keep sending them to me and I've been using their various parts as nourishment. No one has been any the wiser! If anything, they usually ask me for seconds.

Welcome to MarinaNova Asylum.

Uh, Spike? [Have one blond vampire by way of California peering into her communicator, Marina.] Blondie bear?

What's going on here? Is this another one of your weird slayer fantasy things? Am I supposed to find you and not be able to thrust my pointy stake into your heart because I want you too much? Because I'm not doing it! Not after you brought me to who knows where and just gave me this ugly headset thing. You have to at least ask first.

Besides, I'm tired of playing that one. Buffy doesn't even have good hair. Would an extra minute on the conditioner kill her? I bet she's all, "no, I can't deep moisturize because I'm the chosen one, and I have to save the world" or something. Please, like she's the only one with things to do.

Come ooon, Spike. I'm not going to wait for you to answer, forever you know? I'm a vampire in my prime, and I could have any undead hunk I want. I won't stay out here all day! The sun is bad for my— Wait, sun?!

[Immediately trying to frantically brush the sun off as if it was a swarm of bees.] I'm burning! I'm burning!

...I'm...not burning?

[ helen appears on the feed looking composed as usual. she's not yet taking her duty shift at the clinic, so she's actually sitting at her table in her apartment. regardless, she's sitting up straight as usual. ]

As it seems we're to be inundated with new arrivals and familiar and unfamiliar faces, I'd like to remind everyone that the clinic is still operational. We're more than willing to see anyone who may need our help. Don't let anything keep you away if you'd like to stop by.

In the meantime, I'd like to pose a question I find myself curious about. I realize it seems we have little need for differing languages, but I'm curious to know which ones other people know. I'm fluent in a great many of Earth's languages, current as of the year 2011, both regularly used ones and ones that are considered "dead." No real reason for asking. Consider it the scholar in me who's truly curious.

[ she pauses for a moment, obviously on the verge of saying something else before she finally decides to continue. ]

Nikola, if you see this, answer. I'd rather not have you wandering around terrorizing everyone. [ she fully expects him to snap at her for this... if her instincts aren't correct and for once, she hopes they aren't. ]

[There is a very tall, pale, blonde man on the screen. He's wearing dark clothes and his blonde hair is slicked back. He gives the camera a charming smile. ]

I understand we're to be inundated with visitors today. I also understand that a sudden arrival here can be a disconcerting and that often requires a drink. I invite everyone to come have a drink at the Blood Shack in sector four. We've got a wide variety of drinks, both ordinary and unusual.

Come spend your day with us at the Blood Shack. We'd be delighted to have you.

[ The video clicks off.

Those that decide to take Eric up on his invitation, will find the Blood Shack up and running. During the day, a few bots can be found doing some of the mundane things like delivering drinks to tables, but during the evening Eric will be behind the bar and the presence of bots is reduced. The bar itself is dimly lit with small tables and booths places about. There's a dance floor and a stage with a pole at one end. The other end of the stage is occupied by what can only be called a throne, which Eric occupies when Spike is behind the bar. There is also a jukebox that customers can play. ]

[ooc: feel free to use this as an open mingle. I've turned off comments so if you want to speak directly to Eric, comment there.]

[The face of a wide-eyed, smiling, affectionate puppet fills up the screen, pure white save for the glowing orange that seems to radiate from it warmly. He doesn't blink, just appears to be moving slightly up and down due to its abnormal state of being. He's almost ghostly in form but not translucent or transparent like they show in the movies. Large wings spread from his back as he stands in the park, though the video only shows glimpses.

He's silent for a good while until-]

HAA.

HEE HEE. HOO HOO HEE. HAA HAA HEE HEE HOO HOO.

HEE HEE HEE.

[the video opens onto a close-up of a plush Smuppet rump, bright purple and irresistibly squeezable. A moment later, it's knocked out of the way with a saucy squeak, and the view swings upwards, revealing two beings that definitely are not erotic plush creations.]

[the woman is the easiest to describe, so we'll start there. She's very tall, and dressed in a flowing, pale pink outfit trimmed with gold, with a white sash over one shoulder. She has one hand buried in her long hair as she absorbs her surroundings, and looks rather in shock—a natural reaction for someone who's just been teleported into the middle of a porn shop unannounced. Her companion, which looks almost like It's sprouting up from behind her shoulders, is a sort of large, white, gently luminous creature, with both sides of Its long body covered in wide, blue eyes. Its forelimbs are stubby, and Its snout has no features to speak of. It looks underformed and very soft. It also appears to be wearing an orange jumpsuit, specially tailored for its unusual anatomy. As the woman studies the communicator, It reaches down to retrieve the Smuppet from the floor.]

What is this, Pheia? Where are we?

[the creature's voice is quite high, almost childlike. Pheia's voice, when she answers, is much lower, with a distinctly upper-class intonation, and the absent tone of someone definitely in shock:]

I haven't the faintest idea. —Please put that down, sweets.

[the creature responds by pushing the Smuppet into Its mouth. Pheia, busy looking the other way with wide, cautious eyes, doesn't seem to notice.]

[The feed opens up and focuses on the blue teen and for anyone familiar with him they might notice he's a little pale. His cheeks are flushed a darker blue though and his nose looks a little sore from blowing it all day and the day before. It's clear he's feeling under the weather and has the sniffles! Which leaves him looking fairly miserable and tired.]

I hope you all enjoyed your gifts. [Stuffed up and pathetic sounding.]

Needless to say I am not going out in the snow ever again. [He wiggles his nose and winces a bit as a sneeze comes on. There's a bit of a struggle before there's a loud "ACHOO!" and the device falls off his face and onto the bed. There's a soft "Ugh" before he picks it up and brushes the off button with his thumb.]

((ooc: I'm open for anything, he's not really gonna want visitors but I'm sure Aidan won't object if someone wants to bring him tea or soup or something.))