MarinaNova Asylum

[The feed turns on to Caroline standing in Quatro Park in Sector four. She holding up a uniform that she had made before she nods with approval. Smiling brightly, she addresses the camera finally.]

Hi, some of you might know me, I'm Caroline Forbes. And as of today, me and Elena Gilbert are restarting Marina Academy's cheer squad. [It was a not so hostile take-over They kinda hijacked it, sweetly.] We'll be having tryouts in a week and anyone's welcome! Don't worry if you don't have experience, I'm going to be holding a workshop of sorts every day this week at 5 PM in Quatro Park. Starting tomorrow, I'll be here to teach anyone who's interested in learning Cheer 101.

[She smiles again, this is her wheel house, she thrives on this.] So sign up here, let me know if you're interested. And I'll be hanging around the park for the next hour if anyone wants to stop by.

[ seven is rather sluggish this evening, moving about at a pace much slower than her usual speedy, efficient nature allows. she's having trouble focusing, glancing over her shoulder as if hearing or seeing something that isn't there, and has recalibrated the minor sensor sweep she's running on her tricorder five times in a row. anyone who runs into her this evening/tonight (she'll be moving about the dome in various sectors) might notice she's not quite herself presently not operating at peak efficiency.

it's been days -- she needs to regenerate. but stubbornly, she continues to work without "sleep" on completing data's repairs. and, continuing to see to that very thing, she switches on her communicator. ] Commander, I require your presence. [ unfiltered, though security is presently not an issue. anyone watching might catch a glimpse of the section of a pale face and a yellow eye that she's been reconstructing for the commander. ]

[In Sector 0 stands a formidable man who despite his age is in excellent health and despite the anonymity of the orange jumpsuit still exudes leadership, wit, intelligence and demands respect without his even saying a word. He isn’t in a hurry to get anywhere. Clothing is unimportant as long as he has some. Food isn’t an immediate necessity.

He stands there calmly, taking in his surroundings as he absorbs and attempts to understand all the information he has been given. Anyone passing by is free to notice him. However, having little to no trouble deciphering the technology of the headset unit, he does finally speak over the network.

His voice is calm, but not without purpose.] I’m Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the U.S.S. Enterprise. It seems that I’ve been taken from my ship and... imprisoned here with the rest of you. As we all seem to find ourselves in a similar situation, I hoped a number of you might find the time to answer a number of questions.

First. Under whose authority do Veridical and Conscienti imprison their inmates in MarinaNova Asylum?

Second, on what planet does the Saylar Ocean exist?

Third, and I suppose last but not least for now, what is the approximate length of time in which one remains here within the dome for this… decidedly contrived attempt at rehabilitation?

[There is a pause here, as he considers whether or not to tack on another question here. There are just so many things to ask and Jean-Luc is known for being too curious for his own good. Finally, he decides against it.] Any explanation to any of these questions would be of great help. Thank you.

[Pepper had quickly organized a few points of discussion, with a little help from Jane, all meant to manage the Avengers into something of a more cohesive unit, and also set down a few rules of coexistence. Bruce and Steve were easy enough to round up, and so was Thor, but Tony was difficult. Pepper had racked her brains for something, anything to lure him out of his workshop. Until inspiration struck, and she went looking for a string and an extra lacy pair of clean panties. Hey, she was up against a time limit here. She'll make it up to Tony afterwards. Pepper had a few things on her mind, like toilets, boundaries, and shopping, and she knew that it would be easier if things were quickly discussed, or else it would be dragged out for hours.]

[ooc: mingle style, dolls]

[The stores have a lot of variety and a decent supply of the basics, but it's all set up for a small prison population and it shows. So, Sam decided to stop at three of the stores before he felt good about the amount of salt he had. New prison. New stockpile. Maybe picking a rainy day wasn't the best choice for this particular mission, but he found a bright orange poncho to hold over it when he was between places and on his way home. Nothing suspicious here!]

(OOC: Feel free to run into him in a store with food, between them, on his way home, or if you're TFW, at home!)

[Garcia's been pretty much hiding out for a while now, working on coding and a few assorted projects, dealing with things. Hotch being here, then suddenly gone. Nothing too new that she's hunkered down in order to deal, but being afraid of the entire world she's living in and most everyone in it? Not her favorite state of being, as it turns out.]

How ever do people ever deal with being here? Just when it seems like things can't suck more, they somehow do. Seriously, how is everyone not completely nutso with just the sheer volume of suck that exists in this place?

...At least there's donuts, I guess. But that only makes up for fifteen percent of the crap that goes on here! Twenty, tops.


((OOC: for anyone that prefers to [action] she's at the Bakery in Sector 2!))

[Touma was in the library with his notebook, still working on getting things together that he could remember from his previous notebook that had been left behind, what he could remember from the night of the transfer, and what he had observed during the glitch with all the temporary inmates. And he was doing this despite Nasuti's disappearance. It was something to focus on, and, even without her here to bounce ideas off of, he was determined to work this out.

At some point, he clicks on the video for his comm.]

Hey, uh... Jane Foster? Sorry we didn't get to meet up earlier, but with all those people and the weird glitches, things got kinda crazy and weird for the Defense Force. But, it looks like stuff's calmed down a bit, so, if you've got some time... I'm in the library.

[Jane's wandering around the Dome, visiting Sector 2, but also making inroads into the other sectors, even though is is raining, much to her disgust. She hates rain, but the desire to explore was stronger than her dislike of rain.]

[the video shows Jane, dressed in a tshirt, jeans, and a flannel shirt, since she's discovered the clothing store. She's glad to get rid of the orange jumpsuit. But her fashion isn't the thing on display today. She's perched on a table, papers strewn around, and a notebook in her lap]

Okay, so I got my notebook. It's the one I had at home, which brings up a few questions, but that's not what this is for, not completely. Reid, you said you wanted to look at some of my research? Oh! Touma Hashiba. When would be a good time to meet to discuss your notes?

[she pauses for a moment, then hurries on, as if something just occurred to her]

Oh! Question. Anyone have tips on living with others of the opposite gender? I've managed to land myself in a frat house, with all the connotations thereof. Back home I only had Darcy, and she was a very good roommate.

[ 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!!

[Since he was going to teaching again, Lyle decided to distract himself today by going to the educational center to look around. Of course the haros were getting bored so he had brought them along as well. So Frederick and Thomas are with him to explore the new educational facility. Thomas is under one arm as Frederick rolls along ahead of him, stopping periodically to make sure Lyle is still behind him. Lyle isn't particularly looking for anything, just wanting to see how it is laid out]

[ooc: Come find Lyle and/or Frederick in the Educational Center, just let me know if your character found just Frederick. Both haros can be interacted with. Frederick is green and Thomas is blue]

[ Welcome to Sector 5, home of the hospital, non-denominational prayer facility, memorial gardens, graveyard and, more importantly, the museum.

Today, the wardens are treating you to a special exhibit titled "The History of Self-Stimulation Through Mechanical Seismic Activity" where you can partake in such wonderful displays such as "Hand Cranked — A Guide to Historical Devices" (complete with vintage ads such as Aids That Every Woman Appreciates and Vibration is Life ) and "Bullets and Probes — Vibrations from a Universal Perspective" that feature devices from many different worlds.

Feel free to gawk at these colorful and sometimes frightening displays, peruse the gift shop (of course there's a gift shop!) or maybe just wander the rest of the Sector! ]

(ooc: Thread can take place at any time of the day, anywhere in Sector 5! Remember the rain and needless to say, those links are NSFW to varying degrees! )

[Hope you Avengers (and girlfriend) weren't looking to sleep late, because Tony's taking a chainsaw to the walls. Didn't even know you wanted renovations, did you? You're welcome. And you're in luck, because the music drowns out the other noise.]

[Various other happenings are of course occurring in the ever-busy Avengers Temporary HQ, and this is the place for them, so have at it. Or wait a few hours and Tony's dragging you all to see the new "exhibit." ;D ]

((OOC: Mingle-style! Use this prompt or not as you like. What's your Avenger doing today?))

DAY 177 : DAY POST

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 177 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ cool with scattered showers over the afternoon ]. We apologize for this inconvenience and have provided you with indoor entertainment as compensation. For this day only, the museum will host an exhibit on [ the history of self-stimulation through mechanical seismic activity ]. Please take this opportunity to further your education.

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

Peter Parker: Injury
Venom: Assault

Requested items for [ Jane Foster and Quinn Fabray ] are now available for pick up at the kiosk. Requested substance for [ Gamzee Makara ] is now available for distribution at the hospital. The requested items for [ Subaru Nakajima ] have arrived and will be placed in the agreed upon location.

Have a nice day.


(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! And yes, there really is an exhibition on Vibrators Through the Ages at the museum. Enjoy! )

[Tony chose the middle of Sector 1, since that seems heavily patrolled. He's set up a little contraption to which he's liberally applying socket wrenches and tiny screwdrivers. A field trip, if you will, getting some fresh air while he works.]

[And it just so happens, that occasionally something will pop out of the device. A laser beam, a tiny piece of what looks like scrap -- it's moving too fast to really tell. Wouldn't you know it, the frequency of these occurrences is significantly higher when one of the patrolling bots is in the line of fire. Totally incidental, he assures you.]

[And to make it look incidental, he also fires off some rounds at other random times. The ones that are not headed directly for a bot are basically the equivalent of a nerf dart, or a laser pointer, however. He's looking for the appearance of randomness, not to hurt people.]

[Anyone walking by, I hope you like loud music. Oh, and random projectiles.]


((OOC: First thread is closed to Thor and Jane and takes place earlier in the day! Feel free to get hit with a harmless object or laser beam, but the serious stuff is ONLY fired at bots.))

[ faith does not exactly get excited about being openly and actively social. call it introversion, antisocial behavior, or just plain ignorance; she's pretty sure she just wasn't built to make buddies.

however, the move to the new place has dictated that she feels the need to reconnect. maybe treating the place as a bad practical joke wasn't the way to go. plus, she's pretty sure she screwed up enough to deserve the reality of the situation. angel had volunteered her for this defense force thing (had it been anyone else, faith would have promptly said 'screw that' and stalked off and away) and she'd found out that xander hadn't gotten involved. just seemed...weird to her.

so here she is, trying not to sound and look too awkward. she's found that acting fairly indifferent helps with that. a little. ]

scooby filter; video
Just so I don't piss anyone else off: who else is doing the Wannabe Police thing?


open; action
[ inspecting the new digs has kept her mind off of the scarier, beat-uppier thoughts in her head, and even though she'd barely been in the other facility long enough to know when something looks weird, faith will take what she can get. a shark in water, she's going to just keep moving and hope that it helps her survive.

she's ventured into sector 2, in which she looks largely uncomfortable and makes quick plans to head out to sector 1 for some calorie-burning afterward. the education center, library, and computer lab are all her primary targets -- and she hopes desperately that no one sees her there. she's not a brain, but she's tired of just sitting around, and she's not really the type to ask for help on what the real skinny on the prison is.

so whether she's found scowling at an unhelpful book, snoozing at a study table, pecking at a keyboard with her pointer fingers, or back at the athletic center to burn off some frustration, she's around and ripe for the bothering! ]

[Jane's been waiting for an hour. Surely this place isn't that large, to make Thor not show up in that length of time.]

Thor? Where are you? I've been waiting for an hour now.

Welcome to Day 176 of the first generation. The weather will be just like yesterday's. Hopefully you haven't forgotten what it was like already.

You have been some very, very naughty criminals. We bring you to an even more posh prison, and you practically trip over yourselves to gouge each other's eyes out. How crude. We may have to offer an eye patch hut at this point.

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking facility rules and full details of their punishments are being transmitted to their devices.

Jack Noir: Assault
Prospitian Monarch: Injury
Cain: Assault and attempted murder, destruction of property, and injury
Rion Steiner: Assault and injury
Dirk Strider: Attempted robot damage
Vriska Serket: Destruction of property

For those of you who can keep your hands to yourselves you may enjoy a little treat in sector 0 today. There will be a photo booth open for public use for those of you who are sentimental.

Requested items for Elena Gilbert, Bruce Banner, Atton Rand are now available for pick up at the kiosk. Nothing terribly interesting among them I'm afraid.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested.)

[ among the many things bruce banner had not expected to find in an underwater prison was the presence of a pet store. or, more accurately, a pet....orgy, for lack of better words. cats, dogs, birds, squirrels...and is that a turtle with a duck head waddling its way across the grass?

ask him later and he'll claim it was all in the name of Science, but somehow, bruce manages to find himself in the middle of a group of overly excited domesticated animals, a very fuzzy turtleduck chick held carefully in his hands.

if you know what the thing is, you might want to explain it to him, otherwise that perplexed look isn't going to go away any time soon. ]

[A video feed flickers on and for a moment, all you can see is the pavement. Not too long after that, though, there's some jostling, like someone's turning it over in their hands, and--a face! A stern and not so happy face.]

I'm starting to think I'm not the "settling" kind of guy. [Waking up almost seventy years later had been a bummer and now he was stuck in some underwater prison. When will the world give Steve Rogers a break?]

Anybody else wanna take a guess at what's inside those doors? [He turns the video to that heavily guarded building in Sector 0. The warden facility.] A lot of restricted areas in this sector.

[But he makes no move to head toward the building. He's actually some distance away, seated on a bench in that awful orange jumpsuit and not attracting any robot attention.]