MarinaNova Asylum

[ Option one: Home Sweet Home ]

[ You find yourself in someone’s back garden, apple trees heavy with fruit and laundry hanging out to dry in the warm summer breeze. There’s an earthy fragrance in the air, of ripe vegetables and pine tree sap, of deep lakes and golden fields ready for harvest. There’s a buzz of insects in the air, the sound of farm machinery droning on in the distance. Maybe the whinny of a horse.

A (potentially) familiar redhead is playing at the edge of the garden, red hair cut in a not too flattering bowl cut, but he’s only eight years old so it’s certainly forgivable. ]

[ Option two: Bar fly (the potentially sexy option aow aow ) ]

[ The bar is packed to the rafters, some faces human but a lot of them very much not. The buzz is loud, the music is loud and through the crowd weaves a potentially familiar face — Aidan is entranced in his work, cleaning glasses off tables and taking turns in the steaming hot dish room. Could use a break tho, if his red cheeks and sweat-damp forehead is any indication. ]

[ Option three: Echoes of War ]

[ There is no shape to the landscape. No landmarks, just a heavy stench of sweat and shit and blood, mingling with chemicals from explosives, the oily smell of a grease fire, of petrol leaking into the ground, of maggots crawling in an open wound. The sky, if it can be called that, is occasionally brought to life by blinding flashes in white and red, followed by a bone-deep rumble as the explosions shakes another little piece out of place.

An empty void of complete bone-chilling terror. You will die here. ]

[ Lal's never seen an actual ocean before. Or a blue sky, an underwater dome... Almost everything in MarinaNova is totally new to her. That is why her first transmission comes some time after she's arrived. As urgent as it is that she is returned to The Enterprise, there wasn't exactly anyone around curb her curiosity, or answer the multitude of questions she's storing up for later.

But now, she finally starts her video from the shoreline of sector one. For all intents and purposes, she seems to be an ordinary young woman. Except for the odd and slightly mechanical movements of her head. ]

Father.

[ She doubts he's actually here in the asylum with her, but she has to make sure. She pauses, cocking her head to one side just a bit. Being used to the starship's communication methods, she expects an immediate answer. When none comes, she continues on. ]

Asylum. Protection from danger. A facility where care is given to the sick or insane.

I am not sick. This is not The Enterprise. This is not Galor IV. I do not know of a planet with an ocean named "Saylar". Why... was I taken from The Enterprise? Why was I charged with crimes? Captain Picard stated that I had not done anything wrong. So why am I here?

It is a mistake. Since it is a mistake, I've concluded that the logical action would be to return to the surface of this planet. I will do that now.

[ Obviously, the best way to do that would be through the ocean. She hasn't yet realized that the water before her is independent of the dark sea outside the dome, so she's going to start marching forward purposefully. She'll keep going, eventually sinking below the surface unless she's stopped. ]

[They're soft. They're pleasant. They're...abundant.

As the day goes on the tribbles get more and more plentiful until they are softly, pleasantly everywhere and eating all the food. Feel free to mosey about and interact with them and each other. Maybe you even visit the pet cafe today.]

(OOC: Tribble Info)

[(unintentional) video | action]

[Nico has gathered a nice pile of food. He’d grabbed some bread from the bakery, but most of it is random fruits and nuts and crap from the convenience store. None of it is for him. It’s all neatly stacked beside a fire pit on the beach while he struggles to get a good flame going.]

C’mon, c’mon, y▒ st▒id…

[The feed cuts out, then back in. The fire is really going! It has also, unfortunately, made a friend of Nico’s jacket sleeve. He bats at it furiously.]

Fu▒! No, ▒▓o.

[The sleeve has a hole in it, but it no worse than … Oh. Now the food is on fire.]

N▒ yet! S▒it! Crap.

[Nico scoops up the food and dumps it in the fire, muttering in Latin. And then he yells at the fire.]

There! Are you ha▒py ▓ow!? Selfish ▒on of a b▒▓!

[Later in the day, once the latest wave of new arrivals had a chance to settle in, a giant INVITATION will be sent over the dome network. Giving the time and location of a massive Rave Party. Everybody was invited. Except the Wardens, because screw them.]

[Upon arriving, party-goers will be treated to a spectacular sight:]



[The whole of the indoors will be decorated, wall to wall, in these breathtaking glow-in-the-dark displays. The only other sources of light being the occasional octopus-shaped lamp sitting on the wall tables. Besides that, there will be boxes of Glow Jewelry already cracked and waiting to be worn.]

[The music playing from the speakers in every corner of the room carries a heavy bass beat to it. Perfect for cutting loose and making casual conversation all but impossible. You'd have to go outside for that.]

[Oh, yeah, and one more thing?]

[BYOB]

Rowan groaned in pain, having been forcefully woken up by hitting the ground. That was a first for him. He had a queen sized bed, how did he end up on the ground? Pushing himself up to a sitting position, he looked around. Oh, that's why he was on the ground. Who's bright idea was it for him to sleep on a park bench? Wait, why was he in a park, and not at home? Did he have one too many drinks and just passed out somewhere? Oh this was making his head hurt...

And then the welcome message. He managed to get through the opening statements, but when the list of his supposed crimes came up, he was done. So done. He pulled the communicator off of his face, then sat there staring at the strange device, contemplating everything and muttering to himself.

"Crazy technology, overalls ripped off from every prison show ever, waking up in the middle of a park with no knowledge of how I got here... Clearly, either someone is really good at coming up with elaborate pranks, or I've gone crazy."