MarinaNova Asylum

[ It's the final day. Sector 0 is all that remains. Where will you go from here? What will you do, now that your sentence has finished? ]

Sector 6 is gone. I'd started working in there already, and it's just gone...

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[Video]

Hey guys! It's me again, Becca, back at it with the beach plans for the 'Birthaversary' as I like to call it. There'll be good company and great food at the Beach in Sector 1 all day, so come on out okay? There'll be dancing and beach smores. And gifts for everyone. If that doesn't sell you, let me know what will.

It's also kinda my birthday. You don't wanna disappoint the birthday girl, do you?

[The Beach]

[Rebecca's done her small part in setting up the beach for some all-day fun, from a volleyball net to some (half assed) streamers hanging from the beach huts. There are coolers full of ice and drinks next to a barbecue set up that she's hoping she can con her lovely boyfriend into working at - otherwise it's free grill for those self-inclined. There's food such as salads, burgers, hot-dogs and veggie options ahoy, there's also a ton of pies and cakes contributed by one Charlotte Charles on some set up tables with checkered table cloths. On one such table nearby there is a table of idential bags for guests. Rebecca took some time yesterday to stick random small trinkets and generic gifts in each one so that everyone goes home with something in celebration.

Come nightfall there will be light from some lanterns to set the mood for a warm night by the fires easily lit individually or the larger bonfire that will take place more center stage for smores and general hand-warming. Throughout the day there will be some alcoholic beverages present, but come darker skies it's more liberally passed about in the name of good fun and celebration.]

(Ooc: Comment notifications will be turned off but Rebecca's comment below will be used for network replies. Otherwise, this mingle is open to all for beach birthaversary party shenanigans!)

Morning

Ice cream for breakfast was perfectly okay. Mal's not paying much attention to the ice cream though. Sure he's eating it, but mostly he's standing across from the entrance to sector 6, staring intently at the door.

Late morning - Early afternoon

Mal was a flurry of activity. He didn't plan to be gone long - only a few hours - but he did need decent supplies. Water for one. A small bag of supplies he could stash somewhere in sector 6 for later. And of course his trusty pitchfork from the stable. Once he had everything he needed, Mal walked purposefully to sector 6.

Evening

Mal emerges from Sector 6 tired and filthy. The food carts aren't giving him anything he really wants, so he makes his way wearily to Sector 4 for something good. He sat at one of the restaurants, pitchfork leaning against the wall next to his table, while he demolished a burger with relish.

THERAPY GROUPS
More linked as they come up!

Turning a New Leaf
Polyamorous Individuals
PTSD and You
Murderers Anonymous
Addicts Anonymous
Counting Days - Managing Life with a Chronic Illness
Phobias and You
Impostor Syndrome
Abandonment Issues

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[ The device clicks on after it has been thrown to the ground. Connor, donning his orange jumpsuit, has picked a fight with one of the sentinels. It doesn't matter that it is six feet tall. ]

You think me a fool?! That I would simply bend a knee and accept how you wish to rule above us?! Or, perhaps, how you expect us to be complacent as you sit back and quietly place judgement upon us! [ He inhales deeply and gives the best shove he can to the six foot towering machine. ] I will not stand idly as you strip people of their true freedom by concealing it in lies that we can do as we wish!

If none wish to stand up against you, then that is their choice to do so. I will fight you. I will not stop until we are free from this prison you have built!

[ It is a beautiful declaration of his will. Unfortunately, he is thrown down to the ground and the feed cut. ]

[EVENT INFO]

[ VIDEO - FILTERED AWAY FROM JACK HARKNESS, IANTO JONES, KITTY PRYDE THE OLDER ]

[ Reid has spent some time carefully setting up the encryption, knowing fully well that his attempts to keep this discussion away from from the people that might take it the wrong way may result in them taking it the wrong way, should they ever find out. This is the best way he can think of to discuss this though, as a community and after yesterdays events he feels a stronger need to rally than ever before. 

He's in full on Serious Mode when he clicks on the feed, voice even and confident, perhaps more so than most are used to seeing him. ]

Good afternoon. For those of you who don't know me, my name is Spencer Reid. I'm a member of the Behaviour Analysis Unit of the FBI back home — law enforcement. I used to be part of the Investigative Team- [ Pretty much co-founded it back on day 150. ] - but quit the Force some time ago... and that leads us to what I want to discuss.

As some of you might know, the Defence Force has been controversial for longer than we've been in this prison. I feel, and I doubt I'm alone in this feeling, that it has outgrown its original purpose. There aren't that many of us left, certainly not enough to warrant an internal police force like this. Concerns have been brought up in the past that the Force acts without taking into account the wishes of the rest of the population, with regards to escape plans as well as punishments of our fellow inmates.

This is why I'm addressing you — I want to hear your opinions on the current state of the Defence Force. What is your impression? And, in a broader sense, what do you feel we as a community should do to better protect and care for each other?

Oh, and - please be discreet. I'm not looking to cause trouble with the current leaders of the Force, but I also don't wish to provoke them with this discussion. For the time being, please keep this between us.

[ Video - Chekov ]

Chekov - a word?

[ Video - Karev ]

Hey, uhm... Alex? Can I talk to you?

Video. Closed to Aidan.]

[Mal pushes his hair from his face as the video comes on. Dirt and blood streak his face as he looks into the camera. The urgency in his eyes betray the calmness his smile tries to show.]

Aidan! I'm on my way out'a sector 6. Any chance you could meet me in sector 0 with some bandages? And an antiseptic? No need to come get me. I can be there shortly.

Open Action. Later in the day.

Wounds washed and bandaged and Mal freshly showered, it was time to take to the dome. He'd stayed in sector 6 longer than usual, working to improve his shelter and set up better defenses. As such, he was thinner than typical, and his clothes were more or less a disaster. His first stop was the clothing shops. Once he had the few items he needed there, he made his way to one of the restaurants. Mal appreciated the relative freedom of sector 6. It almost made him feel like he wasn't a prisoner. But then again, it was nice to eat food that didn't involve any prep or cleanup.

Other bits of his day were spent in the shooting range, the stables, and otherwise walking around the dome.

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Mal assumed the wardens were always toying with him, but this was low. A capture of Inara. And not just any capture. That capture. The one where she was packing up to leave Serenity. It toyed with his various memories of her. The Inara that had been here, the one he'd let go around finally and the one from his timeline. The warring memories weren't playing nice today, so he tucked the capture into a pocket and went for a walk.

Of course, that capture had a funny way of sticking in his head, and Mal couldn't help but pull it out again and again. Whether it was at the Dive, sector 0, the stables, he was looking at it. At one point he was so focused he walked into a tree.

In the end, he found his way to the memory garden with his bush and little rock tower where he could view it in peace.

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

[One might wonder what is going when this video starts because it is just Trowa. Well, his cat is jumping around happily on the shelves he's put up on his wall. He seems to be writing something though.

Finally he holds up a whiteboard. It reads:]

"This day is ridiculous. I only hope that it does not continue more than one day."

[So it seems that Trowa is affected by the rhyming problem and doesn't want to speak. Anyone care to try to get him to and see what happens?]

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[ Okay, full disclosure, Aidan is still reeling from the surprise visit the other day but he has chores to do and things to work out and yeah okay maybe he's doing that thing where you give yourself a thousand things to do so you don't get too stuck in your head but of course that doesn't work an-

He needs some coffee. A lot of coffee.

Aidan can be found scurrying about the dome, appropriately distracted, tripping over kite lines and mainlining coffee. He'll make a stop at the clinic for a checkup, drop by the Athletic Center to practice his baseball throws in a manner that can only be described as aggressively determined and then later, at the end of the day, he'll slowly deflate in the Memorial Garden, planting some heather with great care. Strong, sturdy, able to withstand tough climates... yeah, this is about something. He'll stay there until after nightfall unless someone makes him leave. ]

[If you're outside today it will be hard to miss all the whimsical, high-flying kites. Might as well get some of your own or spend some time getting them out of trees.]

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[ Video ]

_{[ By the time Kirk decides to experiment some with the little device, he has managed to ditch the orange prison uniform and get himself into a normal shirt and pants. The jump suit had been humiliating as it was, he wasn't about to go looking for answers still wearing it. Not to mention orange was definitely not his color. ]}

Okay, so does anyone want to actually explain this situation to me? Because so far I've gotten the idea that some rogue AI have kidnapped me and I assume everyone else here. Needless to say, I'm taking what they're saying with a grain of salt.

_{[ Least because many of the more dire charges were, to him, quite justifiable considering most of them were done while saving lives. Some of those lesser ones he really couldn't argue (like cheating, whoops), but some on. This was ridiculous, not to mention where was his due process? ]}

And beyond that - please tell me that we can actually get booze in this prison. I have a feeling I'm going to need a drink to absorb all this.

_{[ In other words, he is freaking out inside but refuses to show it because his James Tiberius Kirk, damn it, and he is extremely salty over this turn of events. Can't he ever just get a normal shore leave? ]}

[ Action ]

<sub>[ His "invitation" sent, Kirk continued to wander around the prison - mostly Sector 0 and parts of Sector 1 for the moment as it seems, to him, to be a central sort of place for the prison. It's as natural a place to start as any, and regardless of how irritated he was at the situation, his stomach did not care. He found himself taking up some of the street food. Honestly he should have worried more about things they might have put in there, but if he didn't start doing some sort of activity he really would lose it. Eating was good as anything here, helping him to bide his time and keep his patience.

Don't judge him for picking the most homely food he could find - a corndog and fries. ]</sub>

[ Video ]

[There's a short gasp as the feed comes on. Nico just, stares a second, before tipping his head side to side, then reaching out with his hand and waving it around. If anyone is watching, the image shifts around as he takes his earpiece off to examine it.]

Wow. I wish Bianca could see this. She would never believe me.

Ah, buongiorno! This goes both ways? I've been hearing some interesting things over this ear ... device? ... that don't quite seem right. Troubling, maybe, is the word...?

Also, it's my understanding this a prison? There must be a mistake. I'm only fourteen. There must be laws against this?

Also, what is a dimensional stabilizer?


[ Action ]

[Nico is confused. And excited. And also nervous. (Why is he here? He's not a bad person! Not... not really. Mama will worry.) He's nothing special, just a regular teenage boy. He goes to a boarding school and he doesn't really know his father, but his mama is beautiful and amazing, just like his older sister. His family migrated to America from Italy a few years ago, when the war started taking over Europe. His English is pretty good, even if his accent is still strong. He's a good student. A little hyper. He likes comic books more than book books, and wishes he had super powers (he doesn't). He has a crush on Jimmy Langly - but he'll tell you it's Jenny he's got the crush on.

Is that why he's here?

This is very new and strange, so no matter where you find him, he's likely to be gaping in wide-eyed wonder, and touching everything.]