MarinaNova Asylum

(*Also known under the snappy alternative name "If I ignore my problems, maybe they'll go away" Group.)

[In the usually so quiet library where we lay our scene, things are a little less quiet and a little less library-like, given that today it's full of bots, a few tables with neat little trays full of assorted snacks, and - of course - therapy subjects in varying states of willingness.

The robots, true to form, don't bother anyone who doesn't try to leave. Those who do try will have their path brusquely cut off and their attention directed to a whiteboard at the far end of the room - it's mostly empty, with plenty of room for writing, except for one sentence in the middle of the board, written in red: "Admitting to one's problems opens doors." Is that an attempt at an inspirational message, or meant to be taken literally? We just don't know.

There's also a table just beneath the whiteboard with little stacks of cards with suggested discussion topics (with instructions to work in pairs or smaller groups, taking turns to answer the questions).]

( Possible discussion topics )

[Puck's voice sounds cheerful, which isn't an unusual thing for Puck's voice to do, but to those who know him very well - not that there are many in the dome - it might actually sound a little more upbeat than usual.]

So it's been how many technical difficulties in how many days now? Not that I'm complaining [quite the opposite] or trying to imply someone else could do a better job, oh no... but I think it's about time we started taking bets on what it's going to be next.

Can we have a flood? How many other prisons can boast having had an underwater flood? [He playfully clear his throat.] --Probably one or two, considering how the prisons around here seem to multiply like cockroaches. But nevermind that. Underwater flood. Come on, esteemed overlords, you know you want it.

And from one topic to another... isn't there a little lamb out there who thinks something is a bit overdue?

[ This guy's lips are drawing funny lines and curves which paint him a picture of NOT HAPPY.

Jumpsuits aren't his thing, unless he's wearing one for porno filming purposes in which case he'll be taking them off anyway. He could be bothered by many other things like, the day being two-hundred-and-thirty-freaking-one, or that there's a floating rock in the "sky", or that the dome looks completely different.

But no.

Gabriel lets out a huff, brings his hands up, then down heavily, shaking his head. ]

This?

This. Sucks.

[ He shrugs as a server bot handed him some sweet and spicy skewered thing and he takes a big chomp out of the thing. ]

'Least the food's still free, and it still tastes like it'll shut your innards down at any time.

[ He finishes off the meats on the skewer with a smack of his lips, and managing a bit of levity -- ]

So! When did the renovations happen?


(( OOC: Gabriel from Supernatural, with memories from his previous stay in the old dome X3;; Hello~ ))

[A certain Gargoyle had returned again, and he wasn't too pleased about it. Though, honestly, being out in the day time wasn't terrible. It was an adjustment, but it wasn't terrible. So, he was going to take advantage of that. But, the dome wasn't really great for gliding around, since it was hard to get air currents. Gargoyles didn't do well in enclosed spaces for long...]

[ video ]

[ his face is stern when he finally turns on his device, broadcasting to the dome at large and none too pleased at this newest state of being but hoping to root out any others who may have escaped his notice. It would not surprise him in the least if others of his crew were hiding. ]

It appears as though our captors have decided to flee before answering any of our questions. I may not be able to immediately get to the bottom of this incident, but you can rest assured I will do everything in my power to get each and every one of you back to your homes where you rightfully belong.

[ and then he flashed a smile ]

In the meanwhile, I suggest you take it easy and relax while you can. There’s no sense stirring up trouble before we even know where we stand, wouldn’t you agree?

[ and trust him, he fully plans on digging up as much information on these wardens just as soon as he regroups with his crew. Don’t think he hasn’t seen that directory. Signing off the air, he immediately sends out a second call, directly to Jean-Luc Picard. ]

[ private to Picard – audio ]

Captain, this is Riker reporting for duty. Have the others checked in, already?

[ he has no way of knowing they have no need to. He simply sees them in the directory along with a few other people of potential interest. ]


((ooc: Riker from Star Trek: The Next Generation is taken from Season 06x24 – Second Chances. Action available for anyone who’d like to run into him at the store getting a change of clothes or standing outside the kiosk in sector zero!))

[Peter looked around confused. Where had that video come from? And where was he? Last he remembered he was on his bed, angry at Wendy and the Lost Boys for leaving him. This was different.]

Wendy? Tink? Anybody?

[He jumped up and... landed again. But... but... He tried again.]

Higher. I need to get higher.

[Peter ran around until he found a nearby bench. He climbed up and jumped again, but all that did was land him a bloody nose.]

HOOK! What did you do Hook? Why can't I fly?

[And for those who are paying attention to the network they are about to get a rare sight. An angry Michiru. So angry in fact that her powers are starting to show, her hair moving on its own as though pushed by water]

Puck! We need to have a discussion about your "gift"!

Would you really consider a sea cucumber [She visibly shudders at the thought] an appropriate gift for someone with a fear of them?

[ 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! ))

[ time for round two! put em up, marina. chilly weather isn't stopping tox.

piter, though somewhat subdued due to recent events (nearly dying can put a damper on one's mood), is getting back to his usual weird self. this entails being rather exuberant about chemicals that kill people. it's a happy, safe classroom environment all around— and sure to be a good lecture is one on arsenic, one of those classic poisons that most everyone has heard of. ]( the poison of kings! )

(( ooc: tox is held in an open lecture format, so please feel free to mingle! piter has a thread here, q&a is here, and there's more information on the class here. ))

[Puck is... not up to anything special. Maybe. He's sitting somewhere public and outdoors, cross-legged, and at first glance it looks like he's carving in a thin piece of wood. At second glance it's noticeable that he's not using a knife, but rather moving his fingers up and down what's shaping up to be a flute-to-be, an occasional spark of blue magic working its way into the wood.]

[Should someone not be up and about early enough to observe this display of craftmanship, a while later Puck can be heard trying his new flute out. It's an improvised melody, or many melodies in a jumble - sometimes slow, but mostly the tune is fast and cheerful. He's actually quite talented at it. Nothing wrong with making noise early in the morning, right?]

[ The lady on camera is quite notably not wearing the standard issue jumpsuit, but instead a rather fetching top and skirt ensemble. Must've taken the time to get changed before addressing the network. She certainly doesn't seem as frazzled as new arrivals tend to be. ]

Good morning. [ A pleasant, warm contralto. ] As startling as it is to wake up in such new surroundings, I have to say I'm enjoying myself quite a bit already! It's a wonderful place, isn't it?

What do you like best about it? What are your favorite things to do?

Oh no! I'm innocent! I didn't have a trial! I was in the middle of something really important, and most of all I hate orange!

[She manages to look adequately distressed, but there is a note of insincerity in the voice.]

I don't know what to do. Tell me how you've been coping.

I'm listening.

Just thought I'd come on and let those who were friends of hers know that Jessica Hamby's gone.

[ home? she hopes. she hopes jason's gone home, too, but all this talk of getting lost in the dimensional stabilizer makes her both wonder if they're gone from their world forever and quickly deny any possibility of that happening. ]

I'm real sorry, but maybe this is for the best?

Welcome or welcome back to Paranormal Studies.

[Sam starts off with another disclaimer-type comment for the new students as he did at the beginning of his last class about how this isn't a class on hunting.]
( Wendigo )

Questions & Discussion

Okay, I think that's everything I had. Has anyone else ever heard of or encountered a Wendigo or something similar? Or are there any questions?

(OOC: Backdated to late afternoon. Mingle style. Notifs are off so tag Sam during class with questions or catch him before or after. Use your discretion with the links provided. Sam didn't necessarily cover every detail, but feel free to bring more into it. Warnings for talk of cannibalism and torture.)

[ VOICE ]

Talk to me.

Home remedies for sleeplessness. What do you do? Tell me. I have nothing in my ears, nothing to do. No story or recipe is too boring.

Or tell me about your sex life, if that's any better.


[ ACTION ]

[ It's late out. Damara can't sleep. It's as simple as that: she wanders through the dome craving a cigarette, walking until she feels tired. You can catch her pretty much anywhere. ]

( Action, closed to Helix )

[ Audio, noon. Open. ]

Hey. [ A familiar southern drawl comes through on the network. Raspy and unsure, like he's not quite sure what to say. ] Th' thing that happened yesterday... did that stick with anyone else? I mean... like a dream or... somethin'.

[ Not quite ready to accept the truth just yet. He could use some reassurance. ]

[ Action, late evening. Open. ]

[ Some days, bad life decisions need to be made. Today is one of those days and that is why Aidan's making his way to Merlotte's for a drink. Several, actually and he knows he shouldn't in the state he's in but he needs to. Just to take the edge off. Just to numb off a little. He's not really interested in talking to anyone (except maybe Sam) but he's also not going to turn anyone away who chats him up.

Hand absently brushing through his short-cropped hair — a standard issue buzzcut that was left to grow — he takes a seat at the far side of the bar. ]

((ooc: canon update is go! You can read up on what he's been going through here since... well. OC. ))

[To those who are checking the network, there's a snap of fingers. To those who aren't, it's as if the mirage suddenly disappears completely. There's no need to make this public, not really... unless you count the fact that it's been ages since Puck took credit for something he's done and he misses it. Don't judge.]

Well, well! Looks like it's curtain call, folks.

[Now excuse him while he crawls away somewhere to sleep for a week. If a character responds to this in the morning, there will be an IC delay in Puck's response since he'll be conked out by then.]

[With modly permission, here's a new mingle for the event to make it count for the next AC. OOC details here.

And psst, remember that Puck isn't altering anyone's mind: no character will actually believe themselves to have always been a zombie hunter/cop/what have you.]

( It's like a movie; it's a B movie show )

[And thus we have ourselves an event. Details here.]

[ welcome to elena's room. it's filled with things. and boxes. some things are in some boxes. she's thought twice about making this video, and then thought twice about making it public (klaus) but on her second thought, she decided to stop hiding in the network.

for the most part.

she's sitting cross-legged on her bed, mister teddy junior in her lap. ] It's kind of amazing how much stuff can accumulate here after a month. [ wait. ] More than. [ she puts him in the box. ] Books, clothes... [ her eyes look out to the space of her thoughts for a only a split second ] people, memories.

I know a lot of us are all working to find a way home. [ her included. maybe. ] I guess I was wondering why any of you would want to stay.


& private to zatanna zatara

I think we should keep our conversations private for now. Even if it's just something silly. It's not a good idea for you to have Klaus' attention. Even if Rebekah's already told him... [ she swallows. it may be a desperate, scared attempt to protect her... but elena's willing to be that, do that. being a witch might attract klaus' attention too, without her help, but... the thing that gives her more pause at the moment is jeremy, jenna - how she kept things from them to keep them safe, and it hurt them in the end. (she lost jenna entirely.) so. ] Is that okay?

& private to sam winchester

I wanted to thank you. For the other day. When we were at the library. [ yeah that's all she's got. it's not about the kiss, or the embracing, but it's subtext. he was there for her when she needed somebody, and he listened. wanted to. and it's more than that - the understanding, and the things they confessed...

subtext. ]