MarinaNova Asylum

Hey. I've got a question for all of you!

[Goodness, it really had been a while since she last talked to everyone on the network like this, huh? Well, whatever. In the end that didn't matter. Right?]

We've got people from all kinds of worlds, right? So that means there's got to be all kinds of different foods and recipes too, and I want to know what they are! The more unique the better.

[After all, why read a cookbook when she could get information from the source?]

I'm ready to copy it down, so just start telling me already if you're going to share.

[She even had a pen and pad of paper out! So prepared.

...Oh, and please pay no attention to the fact that she also asked about food the last time she addressed the network like this. By which I mean do it. Do it do it do it.]

[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.)

[Catherine turns on her communicator and shows off a very big smile.]

Hey, hey!

[There's some shakiness as she moves her device around to now show off her nails. ... And perhaps you might notice she's only wearing a towel around her body, too. She's been out of the shower for more than an hour now to do her nails, but she's awfully cozy like this, revealing as it is for the public.]

I just finished painting my nails! What do you think?

[She giggles before tilting the camera back up to pause at her cleavage to her face.]

But then I got to thinking... I bet all the girls should have a huge sleepover and do stuff like this together! We could tell stories, play games, talk about boys, and give each other makeovers! Doesn't that sound fun?

[Now she'll bring up a finger to playfully wag.]

But surprise, surprise~ No boys allowed~

[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?

[here's someone who looks to be anywhere from 15 to 17—he's in the humble beginnings of a handsome man, but he's still quite boyish looking. boyish especially in his pouty scowling that's so animated it's almost cartoonish, and deeply teenaged.]

This is ridiculous!

[he's indignant, certainly—but he seems to reel that back a little, brows furrowed as he lets out an irate sigh.]

I guess I can't say I don't belong in a place like this...

[aaand there he goes, animated again, desperate gesticulations of frustration and all.]

But give me a chance to redeem my crimes before throwing me into some place like this, instead of just "replacing me"! How can something like that even be true!? Other dimensions—!?

Anyway, whether or not that's true... just what kind of person is responsible for the embarrassing technology of this "prison"? Who computed these "wardens"? Barbarians in the furthest reaches of space, far away from any sort of just eye... That's who! Criminals! Moreso than I, you're a bunch of barbarians, kidnapping people!

[ooc; have 1 (one) Albert de'Mondego of Gankutsuou! he's a naive, somewhat sexually confused French teenager from rustic-future opera-punk Space (circa year 5000). cravats and spaceships, yo. he's pre epilogue, post canon, so he's freshly out of a bunch of really traumatic shit, but this is blessedly distracting!]

[ Bak's been digging away at a top secret, special project. A most worthy project. A project that will win over all other projects! Because to lose is unacceptable. Hah! Beat that Komui!

Ahem, but without further ado, Bak turns on his communicator to show off the lovely set of cream puffs sitting on display, the ovens in the back of the cart working overtime and his free space covered in delicacies (just the one)! ] No sense holding back, with my innovative spirit, I've outfitted this kiosk to be the best it can be!

You can find me in Sector 0 and you better hurry! I can't guarantee the cream puffs will still be good after three. And there's tea! [ no coffee dang it. Not in this kiosk! Oh, but wait. There's just one more thing.

Turning his communicator device to face him, he shows off his handsome, handsome profile in a white chef's hat and frowns. ] And if you take one, you 're eating. No throwing them back in my face! [ and then he's gone. yep. Gotta get busy for the patrons! And no food fights. None whatsoever yes please!. He won't tolerate it! ]

((ooc: Mingle and threadjack to your hearts content! Please do. I know I will be.))

[Hige had ignored the communicator for the time being. Instead, he was wandering around, sniffing at things. That's right. This kid was sniffing things. He looked human enough, except for the dog collar loosely hanging around his neck, and his pausing to sniff might seem a little strange. He had his hands tucked in his pockets as he wandered. Mostly, his sniffing was gravitating him towards food locations.]

{OOC: Hige is a wolf. However, most normal humans will see him as a human unless he chooses to let them see his wolf side. Some humans can see the wolf, and those are probably special humans. In Wolf's Rain, those who are "Nobles" can see them, and, from what understanding I was able to glean from it, Nobles are humanoid, but mystical in some way. So, I'm thinking anyone who has special powers involving sight or psychic ability would probably be able to see that he's a wolf. Also, other animals can see it. He can also communicate with other animals as well. So, if your character has a pet, the pet can tell he's not human.

Also, Hige has an ubersensitive sense of smell. If you don't want me to have him detect what your character is, let me know.}

[Today was as good a day as any for a walk, no? However, Jane wasn't taking a walk alone today--she had an orange cat with her this time. An orange cat with a collar and a long leash, which looked just a little bit strange, but she had wanted to avoid chasing a cat around the entire dome, if possible. It helped that she had spent a few days in the pet cafe before deciding to adopt a pet, so the cat was at least somewhat used to her.

Every now and then she would stop and either take a break or play with her new companion, although if anyone was paying close enough attention they might notice that she was keeping her distance from anywhere that looked even slightly associated with the Defence Force. Funny, that.

Still, if you have ever wanted to catch her in a good mood or even with a smile on her face, now was the time. Not to mention that the cat was curious enough to just trot right up to people...]

Shery! Sheryl! What are you doing?! Get down from there!

[ The feed will start showing Sheryl Nome's playful and excited face. There was something else in her eyes too. And that is mischief. A lot of it. The person was shouting for her to get away from the ledge of the tallest building she could find.

Her initial purpose was to just look at the walls of their prison and admire the water. She had never seen so much water before. Not even at the Frontier, but now she found another fun reason to be up there.

Sheryl reconized Kohran's voice of course and leaned down over the ledge to look at her. Maybe she should feel guilty making her roomie so worried like that, unforunately as much as she really liked her roomate --- she was not immune to Sheryl's antics ]

If you say so, Kohran!

[ She puts her communicator down --- with a clear view of what she was about to do. With one last turn for the camera, she blows the people watching a kiss ---

--- and dived over the ledge. ]

SHERYYLLL!!!

[Hello people of Marina! If you're looking at the network, you'll notice a red-haired, green-eyed teenage boy and if the look on his face is any indication, he is not happy.]

Okay, can any of my fellow criminals tell me what in the heck is going on here!? Sure, I listened to the creepy greeting, but you'll have to forgive me if I don't fully believe what my kidnappers have to say. The last time I checked, you don't go to prison when you help save the world! [His frustration at his current situation can clearly be heard in his voice.]

[He rubs his face with a hand and releases a sigh, trying to calm himself down. Freaking out is going to get him nowhere.]

Any help I could get would be appreciated.

VIDEO

[Zatanna appears on screen looking slightly put out, but trying NOT to look slightly put out. She's half successful.]

You know, I'm not saying it's a bad thing that everyone's suddenly caught the exercise bug or whatever. Just that's it's way inconvenient when I go through all the trouble of getting up early in the morning to grab one of the gym treadmills, only to find they're already all taken.

[She blows a few stray hairs out of her face indignantly, before eventually just shrugging.]

I guess it's a good thing it's sunny out today. Any good jogging trails around here I should know about?


ACTION

[If you happen to be a fellow jogger that morning, you might catch sight of the 14-year-old as she makes her way around the dome at anywhere from a leisure to brisk pace. Robin Jr. could be seen racing her at times, when he's not vying for additional attention or stopping to sniff at everything he sees.]

[ It was rare, but sometimes Ventus was struck with large pangs of homesickness. He woke up, staring at the ceiling, wishing he was back at the Land of Departure, that Eraqus would be waiting for him outside to start training and Terra would be yelling at him to get up while Aqua scolded him in her quiet way. He missed all of that. Especially since he knew it wasn't going to be that way if he ever went back. They had moved so far beyond that...

So he got up, heading out, and went to the beach of all places. He plopped himself down in the sand.... and began making a sand castle.

Yeah, a sand castle.

He was trying to replicate The Land of Departure, with its high hills and little springs and bridges, with its architecture that would boggle the mind of really anyone else. He wasn't doing a wonderful job of it (it tended to look more like an oddly spiked lump than anything), but he was getting the basic idea. Yeah it might seem silly and childish, but sometimes even teenagers have to do these things to work through the pain of loneliness.

He had to smile though, as he carved out three stars to the side.

He was never really alone, just far away....]

Oh come on!

[He frowned as a sudden wave knocked down the east half of the small world and sighed, scuttling around to begin building the cliffs once more.]

[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.)

[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.]