MarinaNova Asylum

I was thinking back to the handful of days I've spent here and how I've been spending them. It got me to wondering. I've been keeping track of the days, how long I've spent here and I wanted to know if there's anyone else here who keeps track of the day it would be back home. This is, of course, assuming that the way the wardens keep track of time is the exact same as in your home worlds.

[ She looks thoughtful. ] This place seems to operate on exactly the same number of hours and minutes, though the days don't seem to be much different. No weekends off, for instance. [ That's a joke, people. ] I was simply curious if anyone else had thought about it or if I was simply the odd man out. Today would be November 5 for me. Rather odd, having Christmas in November, though I suppose it could always be worse. We could be moved to a new location on Halloween.

[ For the record, that totally happened. They were moved to Squall on the day that would have been Halloween in her world. The irony was not lost on her.

Action: Today she'll be spending time in various places. The clinic will see her the most, but she will also take a little time to wander around the snow-covered lanes to see if she can find a handful of people among the drifts. Everyone she's met in-person will receive a small card with various good wishes written on the inside in her neat, precise handwriting. For some, she has more:

Euphemia li Britannia - "I do hope the holiday, whatever it means to you, is a good one. Perhaps in the future, you and I can become better acquainted. Until then, I should hope you remain well. Yours, as ever, Helen Magnus"

Jean-Luc Picard - "I've enjoyed our conversations so far. Perhaps the future will hold more. Helen"

Martha Jones - "Take the day off, if you weren't already planning to. Dr. Magnus"

Rebekah - A light blue scarf that will go well with her hair and a note: "I hope all is well with you. Helen"

Rose (TVD) - "The answer to your question is, 'It's a genetic mutation: longevity.' Any other questions?"

It occurs to her that she doesn't know where most of them are, but that's never deterred her before. ]

[ Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening! A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland inside-out snowglobe at the bottom of the sea!

The prison is sparkly-white on this fine, crisp day, covered in a thick, fluffy layer of pristine snow. Bots are keeping the walkways free and safe for organic travel, but it isn't hard to find spaces fit for snowball fights, fort-building or snow angels! If the chill gets to you, there's plenty of hot, seasonal beverages readily available, along with other christmas-y snacks. Maybe you'd like to visit the Santa exhibit at the museum, or do a little last-minute shopping for presents? Perhaps you're already set to celebrate the holiday!

Whatever it is you want to do, this is the place to do it! ]

(( ooc: Mingle to your hearts contents! Event info can be found over here! ))

[ this is her first time doing one of these without gran, and something she thought was going to be difficult for those very reasons is actually rather therapeutic, heartwarming -- a glance back at her roots, back when she was just adele stackhouse's weird granddaughter and not that fae who mingles with vampires. sookie contributes a few dishes from her gran's old recipes, along with something lafayette taught her to make. she's got all the tables in this part of trois park covered with checkered table clothes of varying colors, lots of plastic silverware, paper plates, cups, and napkins at the ready, and a stack of picnic blankets folded up on one of the benches for those who wish to sit on the grass instead of at a table. sookie even brought a long a mesh bag full of sports equipment -- or rather, a couple frisbees, a football, soccer ball, basketball, and even some hacky sacks. (she's not the sports type, but jason would always be off playing something with the other guys.)

hopefully she didn't leave anything out. hopefully this will help cheer everyone up some, both the new arrivals and those still dealing with the days they spent in that other prison. ]

[Caroline comes on camera, she's at the Blood Shack. Seriously, what's the point of really hiding it anymore? She's a vampire, if people figure it out, they figure it out. But for now, nothing she does really screams I'M A VAMPIRE. Her thoughts have turned darker as of late but somehow she manages to ask this in her usual perky tone--]

So my fellow prisoners, question. If you had only a few days left to live or something what would do with that time? What's your, like, 'My last day on Earth or in Marnia' bucket list?

[ she's actually using the video feature for this post and she's looking... well, what can be seen of her doesn't look great, but neither does it look awful. her arms aren't visible, which is probably for the best, and her cheeks are almost healed. thank goodness for superficial and quickly-healed injuries. either that or she's at just the right angle that it's difficult to see. for those who have run into her lately, she looks almost pleasant and she certainly sounds much better than she did a few days ago. ]

For those who may be interested, Sector 3 now has a medical clinic. It won't replace the hospital, by any means, but I thought, under the circumstances, there might be others like myself who would feel better being cared for by a fellow inmate.

[ at least she knows she'll feel better with it here. ]

I've only received permission to deal with small things, so consider it more of a nurse's station and less a doctor's office. However... [ here she gives a slight pause. this is where things will get interesting. ] I assure you that I am more than capable of handling anything necessary. My experience covers everything from papercuts to burns to complex neurological surgeries and I can take care of any species that walks across the threshold, be it human or something else entirely.

[ she means that, actually. ]

In light of that, I would also like to offer informal lessons. If you'd like to offer assistance or simply want to know more about medicine from the late 1800's to 2011, by all means. I would welcome the company.

Good day to all of you.


[ ooc: info post is here for anyone interested. ]

He let himself in. No sense in loitering about the hallways when he could just as easily undo the lock himself. Especially a lock that was nothing more than an actual, simple lock. Quaint, convenient, and something he was adding to his growing list of improvements to be made — but that wasn't why he was here. No, there was other business to attend to.

Someone's been keeping secrets. (Said the pot to the kettle he was calling black.) Secrets that were becoming more and more apparent by the minute. He didn't know what they entailed, exactly, but they were there. Mocking him, lingering just out of reach.

Time to stop beating around that bush. Which is why he was presently seated on one of the sofas in her apartment, waiting for her to return from her wherever it was she'd gone off to this morning.

[Well, it's another of those orange suits marking a new arrival, huh? This one belongs to a young woman standing calm and looking straight in the camera with not a hint of nervousness. She might look a little like she has some bright pink gum in her hair. No -- more like her hair is bright pink gum. Very long bright pink gum. She's not exactly human.

Though she's lacking any sort of royal dress at the moment, viewers might notice a tall golden crown on her head as she speaks. The plain orange jumpsuit doesn't stop her from making an address in tones reserved for public speech, beginning with a gesture in the air with her arms.]

Citizens of Marina Nova!

Greetings! I am Princess Bubblegum of the Candy Kingdom in the Land of Ooo. I understand we've all been brought across some manner of trans-dimensional vortex to this...prison. If my calculations are correct, at this moment we could be any one of thousands of locations in the multiverse.

I implore any of my fellow scientists to lend me your insights into the workings of whatever technology allowed this. For the good of scientific knowledge, collaboration into the science behind this facility could lead to fascinating new discoveries for us all. If there is not already a scientific conference, let us establish one to exchange our ideas on this.

[Her voice takes on a more tender, personal tone.] Finn? Jake? Lady? Any of my people? [There's others she could say too, but--] If you're out there, worry not; I am certain we will get this situation under control.

[Now back to public speaking mode.] As for anyone else... Any personal anecdotes on this facility could be highly useful for my research. I thank you in advance for anything you are able to contribute!

[P-Bubs out.]

[ the feed clicks on, showing a very consternated young woman. and then off. and then on! off! on! off! betty has no idea what she's doing, but there's a switch and she's flipping it back and forth angrily because she can't tell whether it's on or off and didn't pay as close attention to her welcome speech as she should have. ]

Stupid, bloody -- [ off. on. ] -- piece of -- [ off. on. ] -- even is this -- [ off. on, steadily now that she's taken the damn thing off and looked at what she was doing. that helps! but now she looks like she's about to cry and is trying very hard to be stiff upper lip about it. ]

What kind of prison gives you some comic book gadget, anyway? [ she takes some deep breaths now that the battle of the weird head thing is over. deep and calming, leading to an awkward pause as she realizes just what was on that list of crimes. now she's afraid and offended. ]

You know, that list of crimes is a bunch of bunk. If they think building bombs to stop Hitler is a crime then they're a bunch of Nazis!

[ probably (most assuredly) not the best first impression, but the feed clicks off again before she has a chance to fix it. ]

[ It's a wonderful, stormy day here in Squall Asylum and vacation time is officially over! Your gracious overlords have worked out a light itinerary for you today and they expect you to keep it.

Get in line to pick up your food rations for the day. Eat breakfast if you have time for it, or perhaps you'd rather skip this one time and save yourself the discomfort during the two hours of exercise that follow. Jogging, jumping jacks or perhaps impromptu team sports, whatever you end up doing you bet you'll come out exercised in the end!

Should you not want to participate... well. We have ways to make you join in. Anyone reluctant to get their heart rate up will get a helpful electric prod by one of the bots until they comply. Tough cookies.

Luckily you'll get a chance to wash off that sweat (hope you're not shy, the wash room can get crowded) before it's time for the silent game for an hour, followed by lunch. The day is not over yet though! There's still time for a couple of hours of hard labor tending to the crops, doing laundry or perhaps breaking bricks in the yard. To make sure none of the inmates are broken this is also the time for mandatory physical checkups — bots will guide you to the hospital. No ifs or buts. The violation of personal privacy is for your own good, we promise.

Isn't it nice, being in prison? ]

((ooc: This mingle takes place during all of day 222. A bullet-point for of the itinerary can be found here, where we also encourage you to direct any questions. Event info is here if you need it. ))

[Wake up and smell the lack of coffee. You're on a bunk bed. Maybe you're a top and maybe you're a bottom. There are five other people in your room. Maybe they're friends or enemies or faces you barely recognize if at all. It doesn't matter much. You can leave this room and you don't need to come back to it.

You should get your rations though. You're probably hungry. You're definitely a little sluggish of body. What happened to that bruise you got sparing yesterday? What happened to your newly dyed hair? Mystery, mystery... Move along. Find the public bathrooms and do your business with a hundred of your closest friends.

Find the kiosk and get your rations. Careful not to let anyone steal them. You won't get more until tomorrow and the bots won't care. They aren't here to hold your hand. If you get sick or hurt and they deem it necessary they will take you to the hospital whether you wish it or not. But why dwell on such things? You're here now and you might as well enjoy it. You even get a free day today.]

(OOC: OOC info. This mingle takes place in the Main shelter over the morning hours.

[What better way to kick off a mingle than to broadcast the invitation to the entire dome?]

Hey ya'll. I know it's kinda outta place t'say Welcome to Marina cause no one really wants t'be here, but it ain't all bad. In any case, I've got a bar an grill here in Sector 4 called Merlotte's, figure th' new arrivals may want to come on down and have a drink or two after a trip like that.

Anyone's welcome of course, we're open from mornin' to night. Come on in an' have a bite to eat or somethin' to ease your troubles.

((ooc: This is an open mingle. Feel free to thread everywhere with anyone. As always, before threadjacking make sure it's okay by the player but otherwise have fun! Sam is available to chat with either by Video or in person and his thread is right Here. There is a full menu of down-home diner/grill sort of foods, so hamburgers, french fries, salads, soups, breakfast items or whatever other comfort food you can think of and a few other things from other worlds. There is a full bar, wine, liquor, beer and even blood or synthetic blood. He also has a pool table and there's plenty of room in booths or tables to play cards or whatever else.))

Well, that was unexpected.

[ the very confident and ultimately extremely british voice sounds rather less frightened than it likely should, considering the person attached to it just got told she's in prison for the rest of her life. helen's not really buying that. let them try to keep her here. ]

I have to say -- [ she raises her voice just slightly, as though speaking to the communicator isn't enough. she'd like to catch the attention of the "wardens," if possible. ] -- I usually favor face-to-face discussions, like civilized adults. None of this "enjoy your stay" from afar.

[ she supposes it could be worse. she could be stuck in a prison with addison. she pauses for a moment to internally shudder at that. dear god, if addison's here, she'll probably throw something.

at some point she'll drop the bite to her voice, but that point isn't right now. ]

I suppose the term "extenuating circumstances" means little to you. Allow me to let you in on a little secret: the last time someone tried to hold me hostage against my will, a friend and I blew them up. I'd rather not have the same happen here.

[ and with that, she cuts the communication. bait set. time to see who bites. ]

[ AUDIO | 100% UNHACKABLE | PRIVATE TO ROSE ]

Please tell me they have something synthetic on tap at that vampire bar everyone keeps raving about.

[ AUDIO | 98% UNHACKABLE | OPEN TO HACKERS ]

[ he leave a few holes in this filter, a teeny tiny backdoor in through it the right people are looking at it who have the know and the how to find it should be able to locate, nevermind find their way past. it's done deliberately, out of curiosity and personal need-to-know for possible future reference. never hurts to know who's sitting up there with you in the technological savvy. ]

If you've made it this far, then you're someone I'm interested in knowing. I'm Nikola Tesla, and you are...?

[ elena pulls in a breath the moment she's on the feed, sudden and bracing. she knows why she's doing this: because it matters. nothing matters more. she didn't make an announcement when john left for different reasons, but jenna and ric... ] I thought I should say something. Jenna Sommers and Alaric Saltzman are gone. They've been gone. [ for a few days. (in more ways than just lost in the stabilizer. they're dead. been dead, at home.)

her lips purse in something resembling a smile of dull reassurance, and it's unclear if it's more for herself or the recording. she seems fine: collected, together, strong, but weighted by sadness.

elena ends the video there. ]

Pay attention, numbskulls. Drop what you’re doing. Especially you. Princess. [Caliborn pauses for effect. Even if he sounds like Calliope, his sentences are his trademark staccato and melodrama, with a side of harshness.]

I have won Euphemia’s game. With many questions to spare. Because. I found the object. [This broadcast is suddenly punctuated by the shriek of a harmonica being violently blown into, followed by an equally annoying shriek of laughter.]

She thought she could trick me. On account of my being a superior being who doesn't give a shit about music. Seriously. Who even cares about this blowing device. Not me. [He blows into it again, this time sliding it so that there is some semblance of actual music. Kind of.] What is that? Just noise. But. It is still the perfect accompaniment. To her tears of defeat.

Front and center, wench. Present yourself and admit it. To the entire prison.

That I win. And you. LOSE.

[There’s another harsh harmonica blow.]

Oh. Come on! What type of a connection is this?

[She fumbles for a moment with the device, until she is sure that it is working.]

Hello? This is Special Agent Prentiss with the BAU. I would like to formally request any additiona; information concerning… MarinaNova, was it? Unfortunately, I am unfamiliar with any such name and would welcome any intelligence that anyone could provide.

Also… The one in charge of this place? If I could be sent in their direction, I would appreciate it. Or even if someone can point me in the direction of someone who would be able to provide this knowledge.

[A pause.]

Uh, hey guys? Any of you happen to hear this? Not that I can dial out... I can’t be the only one waking up from this crazy dream…

[ The feed clicks on, and Damara looks into the camera for a good moment. Not that you'd be able to tell where she's looking-- she has completely white eyes.

Her voice is very, very accented-- but thanks to the communicator's translating, it's not impossible to understand her here, in MarinaNova. ]

I am told I am in prison. I am given a list of crimes. Fair enough.

But I have a question. How do you capture a ghost? How do you bring the dead to stay among the living? This is no dream bubble.

Maybe I should be grateful. I think that I might be.

One question more. Can you understand me?

My, my, this is quite the development. Get unlawfully incarcerated, get a free Skype account and a reject Xbox headset. Microsoft ditched this design for a reason, but it's good to know that access to social media isn't limited to the footloose and fancy free. They can cross being biased against the criminally charged off their would be lawsuits -- if any of these charges happened to be valid, that is. You seem to be lacking a proper judicial system. Get one. The Big Brother look isn't good a look on anyone, and I have zero interest in playing along with your little game of transdimensional authoritarian checkers, Stalin and Mussolini. [ that'd be you, conscienti and veridical. ]

As for the pocket placement itself, sans your little list o' crimes... [ a shrug of indifference. ] As a good friend of mine once said, "Go to heaven for the climate, hell for the company."

[ not like he's got anything better to do -- at least, not at the moment. give it time, he'll grow bored and restless, and start rattling the bars on his underwater cage soon enough. neither will stop him from being difficult, though. ]

Anyone know if this thing happens to do Guitar Hero?