MarinaNova Asylum

Wait... what? What's going on?! Where is -- [On the video feed, a pale Garcia looks around frantically -- then has to pause, her eyes closing. Holy dizziness, Batman.]

Whoa. Okay, this is not fair, do you hear me? I'm not sure I can even hear right, I never expected it to be so loud, I mean sure I've heard gunfire up close before but that was really really loud... and now I'm back in the Land of Creepy Underwater Oz, apparently...

[Her eyes fly open, even more color draining from her skin which makes her bright makeup all the more prominent.] Reid?! Are you okay? Are you... here? Please tell me you can answer because I'm like, this close to losing it completely.

((OOC: spoilers for the Season 9 finale may ensue! If you want a spoiler-free thread, please let me know and I'll dance around it.))

[ Today is a day where most would be at risk of oversleeping.The dome lies dark like in the dead of night. The sun hasn’t risen today, streetlights casting a dull yellow glow and occasionally flickering out into nothing, only to spark back to life a moment later. There is no electric flicker from the kiosk. The Wardens are still. The wardens are silent.

The dome isn’t silent. There is a rustling of leaves, a snapping of twigs. Claws, scraping against concrete. The inhuman screech of an animal in peril, an animal hunting, an animal hunted. A screech that promises sharp claws and sharper teeth and blood.

The dome isn’t still either. There is something moving, thick as a shadow, tangible as a chill down your spine. Something that doesn’t belong here, something that snuck in when no one was looking. A boogeyman under the bed. A ghost in the closet. A will o’ the wisp, blinking in and out of existence under the flickering streetlights. Whatever it is it’s moving, leaving a trail of cold, dead fear wherever it passes. Something dark. A shadow so pitch black that it blots out the very lights in your heart, dragging your fears out screaming and kicking, reducing even the strongest, toughest man to a blubbering baby.

Perhaps best to stay in bed today, Marina. ]

((OOC: Event information HERE. We ask the winners of the raffle to fill out a simple survey and then tag into the Vapor thread HERE! Happy mingling, Marinanites! ))

[There are multiple peg boards set up in Sector 0 today—some tall, some short, some on wheels, some long, some magenta with glitter! But what do they all have in common? They are covered in pictures with familiar faces.

Maybe the face is many years younger and surrounded by family or maybe it's a shot taken in Marina (version 1 or 2!). Maybe it was a time when no cameras were present and yet here is the evidence of that moment in all it's candid glory.

You could have grabbed that really embarrassing or incriminating one and thought you were safe only to find out there were three duplicates! Sweet, horrific, sad, casual, posed, past, or present—the wardens are good at variety, so enjoy!]

(OOC: Plotting post for sharing pictures people might find on the boards.)

((OOC note: this address from Jack is sparked by the events in this thread back on day 243.))


[Have one Jack Harkness, looking rather grim and very unlike the lighthearted flirt most of you will have come to know him as. This is the former leader of Torchwood, the people's protector.]

Something's happened to Spike. I think he may pose a danger to the people here. He attacked me a while back but I didn't think anything of it until a couple of days ago when he told me he killed someone else, too – someone who may or may not have got up again like I did.

[A beat] I think we need to be prepared to try and contain him, if necessary.

[Eric has been in a panic since he was woken by the incredibly distinct lack of the squishier emotions inside of him. He couldn't feel Sookie or her emotions and that had been a void deep enough to awaken the dead. Literally.

A check of all his abilities assured him that he was still a vampire and there was no physical reason for the bond to be broken. After a daylight search that had left him with a case of the bleeds and a certainty that Sookie was gone whether he wanted it or not, he'd gone to the Blood Shack. Walking into the familiar building had given him some hope. Sookie's scent still lingered there, but it was residual and nothing new. He walked to the bar, sorting through his emotions in the most distanced, analytical way possible in an attempt to control a rage and a pain that he'd only experienced once before: during Sookie's 'vacation' to fairyland. He filled a glass with blood and took a sip. That sip was enough blood to fuel the rage that bubbled so close to the surface even on a good day. The self control that Eric was so terribly proud of crumbled and the vampire broke apart in ways that he'd forgotten was possible.

It was easy to forget that Eric could be a weapon of perfect destruction. He was good at smiling and pretending. He was excellent at maintaining control of a frightening strength and rage. He was good at hiding the fact that he felt the negative spectrum of emotions so much easier than the positive ones. Through his bond with Sookie, he was able to tap into her emotions, able to feel them as if they were his own. He had gotten accustomed to what happy felt like and the complete lack of it left far too much space to fill with rage and anger, loss and pain. He hurled the glass of blood at the wall and screamed at the top of his lungs. There wasn't anything human or controlled about the way he began ripping things apart, tearing the building to pieces as an outlet for rage he didn't want to feel. It was difficult to tell because blood was still seeping from his eyes, ears and nose, but those were also blood tears running down his face.

He had so few people in this world he would weep at the loss of. The dome had managed to take away one. ]

[ooc: approach with caution. before the event. ]

[ There were blankets set out in the lush parks of the prison, and on top a feast was spread out. Fine china and chubby pots of tea, delicate cake trays filled with tarts, biscuits and sandwiches; yes, anything the hungry and weary prisoners could wish for was laid out for their convenience.

The sun was shining brightly and a playful breeze rustles the leaves of the trees. Surely a wonderful day for a tea party! ]


((ooc: Mingle for your mingling needs! Event information can be found here! ))

[ He's sure of it now. Not that it matters — not that he cares — but the Dome does seem particularly Scoobie free. Buffy's gone and she took the lit'le bit and that mangy mutt with her. Sam's been missing even longer and with that he's plum out of moral influence. It's a relief in a way. It allows him to not think so hard about that sad flicker of a soul he's got somewhere out there in the world. It's freedom but just as much abandonment. Angel's come and gone and now the last sliver of familiarity disappeared. The last man standing from Sunnydale and he has to wonder... did they find a way home?

Did he get left behind?

It's not something to dwell on in any case. Not when there's hunting to be done and without a Slayer in the dome, who's to stop him? Eric, the great big hypocrite? The Wardens? He'd love to see them try. But first... a few stiff drinks at the Rusty Spoon, formerly known as Merlotte's. For old times sake. ]

((ooc: Available at the bar or skulking around outside somewhere, if you want a meeting that doesn't involve ridiculous amounts of alcohol! ))

[ Too bad no one invented smello-vision, or this transmission would be a whole lot more attention catching. Charlotte lets the camera pan over her kitchen table that is practically overladen with an assortment of pies: full size and cup, three-plum and pear with gruyere. Maybe she got some of Ned's stress baking or maybe prison life is just a little too boring today. ]

So... I think I went just a little bit overboard. I was supposed to bake some pies for a friend, but I guess she's not here anymore... at least, I haven't seen her around. [ A quiet thought to Dawn, one of her first friends and also the first to go. ] Either way, I have a lot more pie than I need.

Anyone want a slice? I'm in Apartment [ Number ] in Sector 4. I'll keep the door open — just follow the smell!

[ As mentioned by the wardens yesterday, Eric is hosting a costume party. The Blood Shack is lit by candles for the evening (he remembers the last party he had being interrupted by a power outage) and a small buffet of sorts has been erected. It furnishes mostly hors d'oeuvre and finer foods, things that Caroline picked out as Eric hasn't a clue about human food.

There is blood on tap (naturally) as well as a full bar. Eric has made certain to include water, sodas, tea and various non-alcoholic drinks.

The jukebox is playing a variety of music, but patrons are always invited to pick out their own music. The dance floor has a disco ball and there's the ever present 'dancing' pole on stage if someone gets brave. Tables are scattered about as are sofas and chairs so that people have a choice where they sit.

Enjoy yourself, mix, mingle and admire everyone's costume and everyone is required to have a costume in order to be here. ]

[ooc: I've turned off replies so if you want Eric's attention please tag his thread. Mingle here, have fun and be merry? Everyone is invited, including and especially newbies. ]

[Video]

Um... hello!

[Dressed in a elegant black dress and gloves, Yuuki appears on screen, smiling sheepishly. She's at the beach, which is, of course, a little brighter than she likes. But the location aside, she's situated beneath a tree at the moment, and would look comfortable... if she weren't, obviously, a little nervous. She clears her throat, and bows after a moment.]

Ahem-- today I'm performing on the beach. It's-- well, it's something that I have to do. [A punishment] But I've worked really hard. [And the wardens want it to be public.] So if you don't have anything better to do... you're welcome to come and watch. We'll be starting shortly. Aha-- at the very least there's going to be snacks and food! So even if you don't like the performance, you can remember the delicious foods, right? Mm! Thank you.

[With a bow she expels a breath and cuts the feed.]

[Action + Video]

[There's a shaded mini stage put together over on the beach, with refreshments and snacks around and about. Nothing too large, but cozy and there's plenty of food to go around. Ice cream and popsicles (which you can never go wrong with) in addition to more savory snacks, such as takoyaki among other things. It's bigger than the girl at the center of attention would like. But she's going to see this through, even if the person who had originally helped train her rigorously to perform the songs isn't here any more.

On stage, she's wearing the pretty black number that Hikaru has carefully picked out for her. And despite her nerves from before, she's composed now. Training in how to handle herself in front of an audience (granted one at a ball) has proven to help when it comes to dealing with a large amount of people publicly. So, as she introduces herself once more, and her eyes swim about the beach to find Zero, and the rest of her roommates, she manages a smile.]

Mm... I've worked really hard on the songs for today! I wrote them together with Sheryl-san... so even though she's not here any more, I hope that I can convey them the way she would have liked. So for those of you who decided to come and listen... thank you!

[Taking position on stage, she waits for the sound of the music to begin, before her voice rings out. Filling the air and network, emotions wrap and coil around every lyric as she hopes for and wills the audience to become absorbed in the music and the listen to her.]

( Songs )

[OOC: Come and get your emotions played with... accidentally of course! Information can be found here. Characters can get their emotions played with or become enchanted, and vampires can get affected with the... side affects. It's all optional of course! In addition to the songs above Yuuki will sing Celmisia (Lyrics), and Heroine Syndrome (Lyrics) People are free to post as Before, During, or After the performance.]

[ 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.

So that sure was a newbie-centric couple of days. Except most of them didn't stick around. [Yeah, it's still bugging her. No Derek, and the only members of her team were Gideon who still scares the hell out of her and a mini-Reid who she was too freaked out to even talk to. And then that weird other Tyki...]

If some of you got to see your loved ones and all that, I'm really happy for you. Really. But for totally selfish reasons, I... kinda hope it doesn't happen very often. Someone please tell me that's not a usual thing? Because if it is I'm going to stockpile junk food and make plans to hide out under the covers on a regular.

[Anyone who is in the area of the shopping hubs can find Garcia doing some retail therapy and also picking stuff up for her homebound bud, Rebecca. She's trying to cheer herself up and so a small radio is playing some upbeat and danceable music.]

[Klara is in the library, where she spends hours of each day. She loves to read and the more educational books provide a lot of information she had not been able to receive back home. Like medical books. Today she's having trouble with the fact many of the books she's looking for are on the top shelves or near enough to them. She's not very tall, even for her "age," and the stepstool she found wasn't still left her two shelves short of her target. She stood on her tiptoes and took a look around, trying to see if anyone else was around. When she thinks the coast is clear, she jumps up, using a bit of extra force to get herself up to the book she wanted, only the force used put too much pressure on the books, shoving many of them through the shelves and off into the aisle on the other side.

After the mess she tried to clean up in the library, Klara decided maybe it would be better to spend time outside instead. She brought a large box full of odds and ends--bells, wire, wooden carvings of suns and planets, a bag of sea shells, and small thin metal pipes--and sat outside under a tree in Sector 0. It was to the side of one of the food stands which gave her a good view of most of the doors to the other sectors. She could people watch and work on her wind chimes at the same time. If she breathed in too deeply she could smell everyone nearby and it made her tense and wanting, but she kept herself sitting right there the grass. If she was going to try and work through her urges, the only way she could was by making herself be around people and get used to it...right?

Hopefully.]

{OOC: Feel free to almost get hit on the head by books in the library or notice the girl making home made wind chimes in Sector 0. She's a little hungry, but will be trying not to bite anyone who comes by.}

[Video/ Public]

[You are treated to the upside down view of Rebecca, sprawled out over the floor lazily and holding the camera overhead for a bird's eye view of herself as well as a carpet covered in a myriad of computer parts, discarded clothing and sporting a red plaid button down loosely buttoned at the front. Otherwise she looks particularly lazy, very much Just Rolled out of Bed. Pants might not be part of the equation yet, but luckily you're only catching the view stomach-upwards.]

I can't count how many times I've dropped my phone on my face, so let's see how this goes.

[She adjusts the lens, still looking up at the camera.]

I'm tired and bored... [and lonely] and hungry. How's the morning after treating you all?

[She got called out publicly, so she doesn't care. Evident by the black band on her wrist being seen here and there, but only when she pauses to adjust the camera; she's holding it in that hand.]


[Private to Kitty Pryde (AOA)]

Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm not going to be able to take my shifts for the next three days. I'll check with Garcia if she can cover me.


[Private to Spencer Reid]

Sorry I didn't make it to your class today. I'll bring you an extra extra large coffee next time.


[Private to Penelope Garcia]

Hey, Garce. If you're by this way later, wanna do me a favor? I need some supplies flown in, so to speak.

Long story short, I'm a prisoner of my apartment for the next three days. We should party.

[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.]

—off me!

[ It’s unclear whose communicator clicks in, allowing for the view of one very petite, very pissed off teenage girl shoving a handsome older man away from her to be broadcast. What follows can only be described as a comedy of errors when the shove yanks her along as well, swearing up a storm as it becomes clear a handful of her hair is caught in the zipper of his orange jumpsuit. ]

Hey! Watch it that's... [ Dean laughs because however much he knows Saki can kick his ass, this whole thing is laughable. Shoved fist thing in the morning because he happened to cop a cuddle and now she's stuck to him. He'll have words for Conscienti, mark 'em!

... Just as soon as he remembers how the heck he ended up in Saki's bed. ]

( Read more... )

((OOC: Joint post for two former inmates! Saki is in this colour, Dean is in this one. Behind a cut only because it was unexpectedly huge. Feel free to direct responses to one or both of them, and threadjacking is encouraged across the board.))

[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.]

[ filtered to investigative team ]

Greetings. For those with whom I have not spoken directly, my name is Data. In the interest of putting this announcement in the proper context, it seems wisest that I begin by explaining that I am an android. As such, I possess the ability to accurately record and recall any information to which I am exposed. Some of you may be aware that, during our time in Squall Asylum, we made use of this in order to record information in the absence of any other means by which to do so.

Though we have since returned to MarinaNova, I have agreed to continue doing so in order to gradually compile an organized database of our working knowledge that we can search, compare, reference, and update. While I will still be taking reports personally, I will also be constructing a computer system with which I am capable of interfacing to store and to provide access to these files to all team members for their own investigative research purposes. This will take some time with the materials which are available to us, but I believe it is possible. This would prevent any loss of information were I to become lost, or damaged.

If anyone has any input, suggestions, or questions regarding this project, or would be interested in assisting, I would be most welcoming of any cooperation.


[ filtered to rebecca crane ]

I hope that you do not mind my contacting you directly. It was suggested by Doctor Reid that I initiate a conversation with you, specifically regarding what he described as your attempts to compile an encyclopedia of available knowledge on the facility. He believes that we may benefit from coordinating our efforts and possibly integrating all of our information into a single database with various levels of access as would apply to that which is restricted to the Investigative Team, and that which is available for public perusal. I would be happy to work cooperatively on this endeavor, if you wish.


[ open in dome / potential trekpartment action ]

[ After making the post, Data busies himself looking into the technology and components which are available and gauging their potential usefulness. He's built devices out of objects far less advanced, but he believes he may still have to request some items from the wardens. Somehow, he has his doubts about how well that will go. So the more he can manage to do with what they have available to them, the better.

At the same time, there is another matter on his mind - Geordi has had a couple of days to become accustomed to his surroundings and seems to be adjusting well. Probably a good time to properly introduce Annika in context of their relationship, at the next point they're all together. Ah. Anxiety. Still a curious sensation. ]

( Closed action // Rose )

[ OPEN ACTION - Late afternoon onwards ]

[ If this had been any normal day he would've blown off work in order to shag himself into a coma, but this isn't just any day. This is the first day of freedom. The first day without that blasted chip zapping his skull soon as he looks at a hot, pounding vein. He can't stay cooped up inside when the demon screams in his chest like this and although he has every intention of laying low for the time being he needs to stretch his legs. Take the bloodlust for a walk. Maybe he'll even bump into Xander-bloody-Harris and give him a well-deserved punch to the face.

Find him in Sector 4, 0 or 5 on the way to work or later through the night at the Blood Shack.  ]

((ooc: NSFW content in the thread with Rose is pretty much a guarantee! Stalk at your own risk! ))

I learned something today.

[Hatsuharu absolutely must share his new revelation... with his neutral expression and deadpan, monotone way of speaking.]

I took a different route during my walk this morning, and discovered... I've died.

And here I thought I've never felt so alive. Huh. Amazing. Does this mean I'm a zombie? A true mystery.