MarinaNova Asylum

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[The camera clicks on, showing a small bit of the cherubs' apartment, specifically near a window; there is a trash can in which something is burning, and the smoke is filtering out. Mostly. The glass is gone, but it has since been cleaned up, if the lack of shards anywhere is any indication. However, it looks like the room is a mess.]

[It is Caliborn who speaks, off-camera as he may be, and his voice is ever-separated from Calliope's by his spitting harshness.]

Hello, fuckheads.

So. Since it might be pointless to firebomb the kiosk. Tempting as it may be! We will play a different game today. Today, we are appeasing the bad rule-breaking juju. With a sacrifice.

[He dips a drawing in front of the camera—done by Calliope, and thus competently rendered and recognizably Aradia.]

Oh. Look. My sister's ugly art. Where did this come from? [He moves, still mostly out of frame. But his arm is briefly visible, and bandaged. He drops it into the wastebin.]

Good riddance.

Wow. Look. What a find! [He shakes a sheaf of papers filled with computer-typed text.] An entire essay on troll romance. Complete with horrific details about their reproductive rituals. Icky barf. I know just what to do with this.

[In it goes, too. Along with, apparently, a USB stick.] Ahh. That smell, those noxious fumes? That is the smell of the juju turning back to our favor. And, bonus? We are not sharing the same air as such horrific filth.

[He walks over to the communicator and ends the feed—for the prison at large.]

[Filtered to the Family Issues Therapy group.]

If you tell anyone our secret. I'm biting off her drawing hand. I don't even care.

Am I fucking clear.

[ As shitty as Dirk feels, he really doesn't like spending so much time by himself. It would have been fine, once upon a time, but now after having gotten used to interacting with his friends 24/7 (24/10? Marina seems to operate with ten-day weeks, he thinks, if the school schedule is anything to go by) it just makes him frustrated to be by himself.

So after having spent maybe 18 hours shut up alone in a random apartment he picked out after therapy ended, he decides he needs to hang out with someone. Not Jake, though. Not Roxy, either. He likes Dave, but he can only imagine how Dave feels about him, having been raised by his Alternate Douchebag Self. Aradia would be a good choice, but she was there at that session the day before when Dirk went off on himself. Ugh, why did he even do that. Fuck fuck fuck. Not Helix, he keeps getting existential around Helix and he's sick of getting existential.

So that leaves the cherubs, who frankly he should have decided on from the start, because hey, he's been friends with Calliope even longer than Jane or Jake, and Caliborn's always good for a laugh. ]

[ Voice / Filtered to the cherubs / Early afternoon ]

Hey.

[ Action / Open / Late evening ]

[ Sometime after he and Calliope get done hanging out, he decides to go for a walk. It's evening, there shouldn't be too many people milling about. Get some fresh air. Yeah, that's a good plan. ]

(*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 )

[ the warden-required therapy that aradia was pushed through today didn't bother her much. in fact, it was even a little enjoyable, being able to meet new people and to empathize/sympathize with them.

what was weighing heavy on her was the incident with calliope a few days ago. as soon as the therapy was over, her head was quiet again, and all her mistakes and feelings became a jumble.

her night brightens significantly, though, when she remembers she has plans. so she fiddles with her communicator, shooting out a quick locked video to roxy. ]

Ready when you are!

[ mind-altering substances are clearly the best way to cope with difficult things. who better to learn that from than roxy lalonde, anyway? ]

[devil's compass]

[Old soul or new maybe today's the day you wander into the Devil's Compass, an old-fashioned bar in Sector four. In fact the door's propped open late into the afternoon, before it shuts again with the oncoming rain and traps in the smoky atmosphere. Behind the bar for the most part of the day will be Tyki Mikk himself, a tall and dark haired man in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled back and a well fit but unbuttoned vest. He's tending to the bar with a rag, occasionally moving over to sort out an arrangement of bottles. Quite at home.]

[prayer facility]

[Sometime into the evening a faint tune is floating out of the non-denominational prayer facility in Sector five. If you care to wander in you would see Tyki sitting by the piano, playing it with lazy ease and a briefly bowed head in concentration. He's not wrapped up in the music so much as he is in trying to remember the keys, occasionally slipping and restarting sections or playing through the flaws. Practiced but not perfect, his fingers fly by on the faster sections and linger on the slower.

It'll take him a moment to realize anyone's watching. Didn't think he'd be found here of all places.]

... So I either slept long and hard or I just fuckin' up and made like mist and evaporated for a bit there.

Either way: orange's still not my color. Noooo thanks. Baggy ass jumpsuit does nothing for a girl's figure. I look like a breadstick. A cheese breadstick, exactly 666 calories from the depths of hell's kitchen. Off the hook and uncontainable, the hard and fast starch diet of kings coming your way with a side of pasta. Mom's spaghetti. Luckily I don't give a rat's ass about shit like that, so I'll eat everyone's share. All of it. Fuckin' mine.

In other news, the god damned weather: what's shakin'? Looking all kinds of stormy gross today on the day that is also day 236. Days.

[ And here is one (1) Roxy Lalonde, a little hung over and a little disheveled, but in one piece. She switches the camera on the moment she wanders out of the apartment building and is totally not dressed properly for the weather but like she gives a fuck. She is positively beaming. ]

I slept the whole day long, and I am real regretful. Look at this shit. It's fluffy, it's white, it's wet and cold, it's the snow, the for reals Jack Frost, the goddamn Old Man Winter, would you take a fuckin' look at this??

Never saw snow before. And there's no way anyone else missed this, unless they also decided on the fly that sleepin' all day's the way to go, so I'm just sayin' shit you already noticed. But I don't care. It's diamond sparkle brilliance, ice queen beauty, off the handle prettiness, and this shit needs to be admired, you get it.

Pass on the eggnog and holiday cheer, and someone's gotta build a snowman with me. Anyone. Everyone.

[ The nap only seems to make her feel worse. The headache is pounding in a steady pulse, and even as she lays in bed she's shaking. The pain in her head is just awful, and it makes her feel nauseous. But she doesn't feel like she's going to puke again-- she just can't lay around in bed anymore. Sleep is gradually getting harder and harder, and she thinks it's just that she's been sleeping a lot today.

When Roxy crawls out of bed, it's quiet in the room and no one's around. Calliope must be sleeping right now. Dirk is probably looking for the others. So she just slips her shoes on and shuffles on out. She's not sure how she gets there-- she can't really remember-- but she's in the sports field with the coarse grass and she can look up out of the dome from here. The storm raging outside is pretty cool, so she sits and watches it for a while.

After that, she decides to try and make something to eat. So she'll be slowly preparing rice in the kitchen, generally looking like complete shit: flushed red, bags under her eyes, visibly shaking. ]

[ Closed to Jane Crocker, Jake English, and whichever cherub is awake at the moment ]

Where are you?


[ Open ]

Who wants to start some hardcore prison barter system? Give me your candy bar for my piece of cabbage or I'll shank you with my toothbrush, etc.

Actually, are we even still calling it "prison"? This place has a more backwater feel to it than MarinaNova, so I feel some slang is in order. "The slammer", maybe? "The clink" implies metal cell bars, so I don't think that's appropriate. "The big house". I don't know, I'm still relatively new to this life of crime shit. Thoughts?

[ Danger! Danger, Will Robinson! The dome is under attack and whether you like it or not, all inmates need to gather at the designated safe zones! Just follow the flashing lights and try not to go deaf from the blaring sirens.

And then? Then we wait and pray that the dome glass doesn't break. ]

(OOC: Links! Sector 1: Main Athletic Complex | Sector 2: The Education Center | Sector 3: Pa-Ching Arcade | Sector 4: The Movie Theater | Sector 5: The Museum

OOC Information | Veridical's announcement

[It's good that the devices within the dome can be worn. Anything handheld would not remain still for an instant, if that were the case right now. Because the tiny, vampire girl on the opposite end can't seem to walk straight. Stumbling, she catching her footing and grabs hold of a nearby rail just outside of the bar (she's only just slipped out.) The near fall sets her into a fit of giggles.]

Sorry, Sorry...

[But the apology is broken up between quiet bouts of laughter. Somehow everything tonight is hilarious. Or the opposite. One or the other. Oh, but she can be serious. Taking a breath, she visibly tries to calm herself down. Brows drawing down, she nods.]

Sorry to disrupt everyone's party. It's a good party though-! [Lifting a hand into the air she dances in place for just a second to music that can't be heard. Seconds later, though, that serious expression is back, though her movements are exaggerated and large.] I was thinking all night... [A pause-- before shaking her hands] Wait wait... let me back up. I'm always thinking. But tonight I had a lot on my mind, aaaaannndddd...

[She throws both her hands out]

I have a boyfriend and a fiance!

[What in the world is with that!? This is craziness! Doesn't everyone else think so too!? Lifting a finger into the air, her brows crease in thought for a moment while she pieces her thoughts together.]

Actually, I-- I don't know if we can still be engaged and here at the same time. [Because he's there. Er... at home. Well, not home, home, but home.] But...[She nods and continues on conversationally] even when I forgot about it we were still engaged. [... Or something. This is hard to describe. Shaking her head, she tries again.]

It's fine to love someone else here, isn't it?

( Drunk Yuuki ramblings... )

[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.))

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 219 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm with scattered clouds ].

New inmates will be arriving in the facility shortly. Please be aware of this disturbance as you go about your day and help them get started on their [ rehabilitation ]. We value your cooperation.

[Mail delivery of the day: Postcard for Lacus Clyne from Sougo Okita ]

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here! )

[Jake has some water guns. Sadly, they are not real guns, but he misses the weight, the feel, and practicing. So he's in a park, pick a park, ALL OF THE PARKS, just shooting and posing and practicing his aim and has picture-perfect form.

He might accidentally shoot you with water if he's feeling silly, which he always is.]

[Caliborn got really pumped about his punishment, in that it meant that he could finally get some artistic recognition.]

[What he didn't get so pumped about was the fact that his name was to be displayed alongside them. So instead of bragging to the whole network about his awesome new art pieces, he just quietly submits his work and goes to find something better to do.]

[Which means going to the arcade to dick around with the shooters and fighting games for a while, and then looting the media store. Or he likes to think of it as looting, since he doesn't have to pay for anything, but there wasn't anything explicitly wrong about his conduct. ...Other than the part where he started giggling maliciously and ran out of the store, anyway.]

[Caliborn decides to round out his night by hooking up a brand new stereo. He'd pawed through the musical selections and picked out the things that looked the most offensive. So now he's pointing the speakers at the wall, cranking up the volume, and hitting "play" on his shiny new monster metal album.]

[At around 1:00am.]

[To those who are vaguely adjacent to his Sector 2 apartment: I am so sorry.]

[ Rebecca gives Roxy the booze signal, and she's off like a rocket.

First, to Calliope's apartment. Then, her friend in tow, she drags herself on over to the bar. She's not actually sure which bar it is, but she doesn't really give a fuck either. It's just a backdrop to what she hopes will be a fun night out.

Roxy catches Rebecca from behind, and tugs Calliope over by the wrist. ]

Heeeey. Rebecca?

[Private to Komui Lee]

[For the second time today she's trying, with a beat of uncertainty.] ... Komui?

[Private to Black Order Members; encrypted]

[After no response again some time later, Rebecca and sets up another private feed. She initially considered a one on one with Miranda, but they're still potentially a bit awkward. So she thought she'd blanket any remaining Order members, this way, if Komui was still around, he's in on it too. She didn't think to check about him this morning at the kiosk and doesn't feel like going through that process again.]

Uh, hey. I tried getting in touch with Komui today, but no dice. So I thought I'd try this instead. Let you know that I was at the kiosk earlier and got confirmation that Cross' AWOL in the stabilizer.

Figured you guys might want to know, if you didn't already.

[OPEN VIDEO]

[Head tilt, Rebecca's laying on her stomach across her living room couch looking down at the screen. Arms folded, she purses her lips and makes a face for a second.] You think I'd like kung-fu movies more than I do. Not that I'm all that hot on zombie flicks at the moment either, but. Maybe some other type of horror'd be neat.

[She looks to the side, off camera.] And it's raining out. Fake raining. I miss real thunderstorms.

[Can you tell she's bummed out?] Hey Rox, what're you up to later?

[PLAY BALL!

Or cheerlead.

Or watch.

Or heckle.

It's an event everyone can enjoy!

There are some traditional snacks on hand. No alcohol sadly, but you can still have soda, hot dogs, and popcorn among other things. The bleachers provide enough seating for those who want to see exactly how vampires, humans, demons, mutants, etc. all play together. Not to mention some of them only recently even learned what baseball was. Never a dull moment at least.

In the end, it's the Flying Knights who win in this fairly evenly matched game, but there was some impressive action for both teams It should be an interesting season.]

(OOC: MINGLE! This is event style! Just put in your header whether your character is in the crowd, the purple dragons, the flying knights, cheerleading, before the game, or after the game or any combination! Please assume there was adequate IC announcement of this event!

Backdated to earlier in the day. Roster. It is not yet updated with recent additions from the last Yuuri post.)

[After everything that was stirred up with the emotions pheromones, Buffy has been a little quiet, a little thoughtful. That day gave her a lot to think about. She heads to Merlotte's to work an afternoon shift, which she does with the same sort of quiet, almost distracted attitude. She's not unhappy, not in the least. In fact, she's fairly sure she's on the brink of happy and that scares her. Happiness isn't a concept that Buffy has had a lot of experience with, at least not where relationships were concerned.

Later that evening she can be found checking into the defense force headquarters, patrolling sector five and wandering over toward the graveyard to sit down on a head stone.

It's a thinking place, okay?

Come bother her in any and every location.]