MarinaNova Asylum

[Action]

[It's noon, but instead of being in one of the many food joints the dome has like usual, Saber's at the little convenience store in Sector 1, much like she was yesterday and sadly will be for the next week. She's got a packaged sandwich or two and a few vitamin drinks, but her arms are mostly full of bags of chips and pop, enough to do a small party-- but it's all for her, to last her the day.

It's pretty clear in the way she loudly drops it all on the counter for the bot to bag up that this menu doesn't agree with her]



[Voice]

In order to complete my... punishment, I am required to present the population with a game that can be played verbally over devices and encourages thinking. [You can hear how little she thinks of this in her dry tone-- less on the being punished, actually, and more what she has to do. Really, if you're going to punish someone, at least make it something actually punishing. Like hard labor]

Thus, the game I propose goes as such: a noun is chosen, and the opponent must choose another noun that can "defeat" it in some manner-- however the first letter must be alphabetically after the first letter of the starting noun. For example, "cat" loses to "dog", or "knight" is bested by "lord". The game continues until one is unable to find an appropriate response.

I will, naturally, accept all challenges, but please play amongst each other as well. There are unfortunately no prizes to be had, save for pride in your wit.

ooc ► taking a page out of lena's book and putting up top comments for all three of mine in one convenient post to avoid spamming the comm. feel free to hit any of my ladies up. previous cr is not required, as new cr is always, always welcome! ♥

Quinn Fabray | Glee → Out shopping at stores in Sectors 1, 2, and 3.
Seven of Nine | Star Trek: Voyager → Following the bots around the dome.
Sookie Stackhouse | True Blood → Waitressing at Merlotte's in Sector 4.

((OOC: In lieu of spamming with posts for all 8 of my characters for kissing purposes, I'm putting up prompts for them all on this one action post! Links are below I may tag around in other posts/the mingle too, but if you want any of mine for the event PLEASE PLEASE DO TAG! I want every single tag for this event!

I don't care if they haven't met yet! Absolutely do not be shy! Also, if anyone wants to call my kids on the network or do non-kiss threads, just indicate such and I'm happy to! Threads can take place at any point in the dayweek, and almost anywhere in the dome.

Links:
+ Lacus Clyne: Everyday walking around prompt | Hot springs prompt for the adventurous~
+ Zelgadis Greywars
+ Cross Marian
+ Penelope Garcia
+ Komui Lee
+ Tony Stark
+ Saya Otonashi
+ Michael Westen))

[There was a bit of a mail delay with PM's disappearance, but everyone on the team should have gotten a letter this morning. By noon the roof of the new Defense Force headquarters is ready for guests. It isn't exactly decked out, but there is a long table with finger-foods: small sandwiches, fruits, and hors d'oevres as well as sweets like cupcakes and truffles. An arrangement of sodas and bottled waters sits on one end next to an enclosed punch dispenser. Sorry, no spiking the punch, kids. There are also small standing tables around the edges. The only real seating comes in the form of benches along the sides. The point is to get to know the rest of the team, not to sit and eat, so this suits Kitty just fine. They can thank Lacus for the fact that there is food at all and that things have been arranged in such a way to promote circulation.

She waits until it seems like most everyone has drifted in and calls for their attention while perching herself up on the wall itself. No fear of heights here.]

( Kitty's state of the force address )

[Once she's done, she hops down. The mixing can continue for as long as people want provided they still handle their sectors.]

(OOC: See marinanova_df for details on the force. Roster. To join. Everyone on the DF and anyone they brought is welcome. Curious passers by likely won't be tossed out. Try your luck!)


[Private video to Dirk, Jake, and Roxy (who isn't here, but she doesn't know that)]
Thanks for the invitation. [Which she read a little late. Sleepovers at Reid's can do that to a girl.]

[When the video kicks into gear you, the viewer, might find your eyes assaulted by a man with violently blue hair wearing a violently orange jumpsuit. You'd think these two complementary colors would work well together, but it's blinding...

...funny thing though, the man who should be offended most by these colors doesn't seem at all bothered by the fact that he's trussed up like a giant tangerine terror.]

So does this mean I’m somewhere between hell and the Throne of Heroes? I thought that’s what happened when they took you out of the Cycle of Transmigration…you die in the war and they put you back in your little hero box until next time.

[Whoever this guy is he seems to be perfectly at ease, kicking back with his arms folded behind his head.]

Or maybe this is what they call “Purgatory”…you get to hang out in an underwater limbo until they call your number. I don’t know…I can’t say I’ve ever experienced a normal death…so what, am I going to be purified or something…heh, good luck with that. You couldn't turn me away from a good battle if you tried.

[Talking about Purgatory and death puts a little crease in his brow and a frown on his face.]

Now that I think about it, this is the kind of stuff that shit-stained priest would talk about, so this’d better not be “Purgatory”…but if I’m supposed to sit around and wait it out that’s fine. I’ve got all the time there is, all the fucking time...

...one question though, the ankle bracelet? It's some kind of seal, am I right...? Of course I'm right, because there has to be a reason I can't just walk through the walls...and tearing the door apart would normally be child's play.

If anyone's wanting to spar with swords or -- other abilities, I might be interested.

[He'll be in the athletic complex, with his sword and a spare he made for just such an occasion. Saber should be by soon, but he's happy to kill time with whoever before then.]

***

[Voice - Private separately to Dirk and "Li"]

I finished your blades. I'll be in the athletic complex for the next few hours.

Happy Anniversary, Marina Nova!

The bots have been busy cleaning up the dome and setting up decorations for this momentous occasion, and by now there isn't a nook or cranny left un-pimped! Bright blue MarinaNova flags wave happily in the artificial breeze together with the colorful ribbons that have been wrapped around poles. The streets are illuminated by strings of lights and paper lanterns and each sector gate has been lovingly decorated with fragrant flower garlands.

Of course, that is far from all! There wouldn't be much of a festival without entertainment and your loving wardens have made absolutely sure that there's something for everyone!

( Let the celebrations begin! )

Enjoy!

[ Inmates will be asked to come to Trois Park for Therapy.

( More about the session under cut )

Inmates will be taught Tai Chi and encouraged to meditate at the end. Tea and other calming liquids will be available!]

((ooc: Likewise, feel free to thread-hop and otherwise mingle as you please with this. Open up discussions, have your characters talk about things, ask questions of the group, IDK have fun!))

[Sizzle and Sear is the location of this group therapy as described by the message. A few of the larger tables have been pushed together in a corner of the room, chairs all around them. There is food and drink--although there is a two-alcoholic drink limit--already set out for them. Particularly a large bowl of M&Ms set in the center that seems very out of place considering the food provided in this restaurant (do feel free to put some into a bowl for you!). On one side of the table is a box of art supplies. Paper, pens, markers, paints, glue, and even tiny cut-outs of shapes.

On the other end of the table is two stack of papers--of different pictures. One of line art, the other actual photos. That first stack? Different ways people die. Some of them may seem very specific to certain characters. The other stack? Strange images, some blurry, some bright, some very dim. They're may be people in them, there may be ceilings, darkness, a variety of things that may seem very random at first. But to some those images may look familiar. They might not realize why at first, but it could hit them that the photo they just so happened to pick up is the last thing they saw before they died (or had their last near death experience, no one is saying which).

At each place setting around the table there is a piece of paper with questions, topic starters, activies. The sentinels will let everyone know they will be able to leave sooner if they participate.]

( This is how you die )

{OOC: The Ways to Die stack has a picture for just about any kind of death ever, feel free to pick one and make up what it looks like for your character. This is a mingle, so threadjacking and talking over each other is more than welcome. Celebrate being dead!}

( Warning for tl;dr and FEELS. )

[The only good news for Saber recently has been the power coming back on this morning. That means the many restaurants and cafes in the dome are once again functional... and she doesn't worry about what to do for meals or how often she desires them. There had been a measure of concern over that the night before.

So she's been more than making up for that, hopping across sectors to whatever eateries they have to offer, whether she knows the place or not-- even though it's the type of dreary day to stay in at one spot, she'd not really going to limit herself. Though, there is one place with a nice buffet going on that she's content to remain at for just a little while.

At least until she makes for her fourth(fifth maybe?) serving, and reaches for her next plate at the bar, only to... miss it completely? No, her hand had certainly been at the plate. She tries again to take hold of it, only to fail each and every attempt. Confusion bleeds into her expression, as well as a note of panic, that becomes increasingly desperate as she simply goes right through everything around her she extends her hand for-- from silverware, to trays, to the countertop itself-- before settling into the hollow despair of a woman who has been denied everything dear to her, while the robotic server merely continues to hold the grilled fish out to her expectantly.

Platters of food right before her, and unable to have.

Eat.

At all.

Perhaps never again...?!


Reliving Camlann might be a more merciful fate...]

[He should have seen it coming. In about thirty seconds, Zelgadis is going to be kicking himself for being so stupid to not see it coming. But for this precise moment, he's cuddled up in front of a fire in one of the beach huts with Raven while the very sudden thunderstorm rages outside. It's a cozy little scene really, and while he can't ever say Saber is out of mind, he most definitely isn't prepared for her to barge in on it.]

[Especially when he's not wearing a shirt and Raven is leaning against his chest with only a towel over her top half. It was cold and wet okay --]

[Yeah, it looks bad (if you discount the extremely vital detail that he and Saber aren't an item by any fucking definition, someone should really inform his panic reflex of that). But maybe for once in his life a woman will give him the benefit of the doubt...?]

[VIDEO]

[The feed's barely on, and Zatanna's rolling her eyes yet again. Three guesses what today's topic is, and the first two don't count:]

Because the fun just never stops around here, I'm on to my fourth and--hopefully--last punishment. Which I want to be over and done with as soon as possible, so this is your heads up: if anybody sees me standing in the market place a little later today, don't talk to me, don't come near me, and whatever you do, don't make me have to move for any reason.

It's nothing personal. I just have to stand still in the marketplace for an hour.

...and I swear, I will hex the first person who makes me have to start the clock all over again.



[ACTION]

[And stand still Zatanna does. Like a statue. In fact, to avoid any accidental falls, she makes sure to position herself leaning slightly against one of the building side walls. Away from the heaviest foot traffic, and to give her legs something of a reprieve. Also, so she didn't look like a complete idiot standing still right in the center of everything.]

[Unfortunately, a side effect of this ingenious plan was that she managed to get a little too comfortable during her period of meditation. Comfortable enough that, by the time the hour mark has passed...she had somehow fallen asleep.]

[Still standing.]

[Until something or somebody rouses her, of course.]

[Of the punishments Laura could have received, this one was nothing worth mentioning. She had received far worse punishments for failing a mission or a training simulation in the past.]

I have been found guilty of murder. As punishment, I am to complete orders given by three people to assist them in chores. Those who respond will receive assistance, I have no preference of they should be.

[Not necessarily true, but she does not mind doing chores for strangers at this point in time.]

I miss the cupcake place from the other dome. I miss... making cupcakes in general, actually. Does anybody want some? I'm gonna see if I can get my hands on an oven and some supplies and get a batch out. [ She pauses, shrugs her shoulders, and grins. ] Maybe five. So - free cupcakes? I'd also be up for baking company.

[ She wrinkles her nose and considers for a moment because what if she can't get the stuff? ] If I can get everything I need to do this, anyway.

[The damage in Sector 2 has long been repaired from a certain chimera's rampage a few days earlier, forcing Saber to navigate the maze of alleyways from the small corner she'd hid herself away in to rest, instead of going straight through building rubble like she would have been able to before. She eventually manages to squeeze out onto a main street; looking generally worse for the wear with her blue gown wrinkled and rumpled, silver armor scuffed up a bit, and complete with a tiny smudge on her cheek. Some of it from the fight with Zelgadis, some from the tight spaces she ran into on her way.

She makes to dust off her dress before pausing, seeming to realize it's a lost cause, and the next moment it's as if her armor shatters in a brilliant flash, leaving the small girl in a crisp black suit now, blonde hair pulled back neatly and no trace of her previous dishevelment. Throughout all of this, and while starting to fiddle with her device, she keeps an utter impassiveness-- what part of this is out of the ordinary here, after all-- but a hint of unease gradually seeps into it when her attempts to contact Zelgadis go without an answer. She knows her master is present, can feel him even if only slightly at this distance... so she merely assumes that he's incapable of replying. Which means her options are... wandering around, trying to follow their connection to his location, and the network that she so dislikes making use of. But desperate times, and so she straightens out both her tie and expression, and readies to spit out her request as quickly, yet courteously, as she can]

I apologize for any interruption I may be making, but if there are any who could provide information and the result of the-- [Shortest pause; she's aware time has passed but not entirely how much. Who listens to announcements, ever?] -- recent incident in Sector 2, it would greatly appreciated. It is of utmost importance to me, and I have been indisposed for some time, so--

[A sudden, deep rumble interrupts her, echoing at least to the next block and eliminating whatever was going to be said next from sheer surprise, and the girl freezes, expression momentarily unreadable until she very swiftly ducks her head with both clear embarrassment and a hurried "thank you" to the camera before she flicks it off.

It seems the first order of the day should not be information, but food...]


[[ ooc: seiba back from hiatus |D And like it says, her hungry can be heard for quite a distance, so passing people wondering what the hell that noise is, or just witnessing her mahou shoujo-ish transformation, are all very wanted! ]]

[The stone-skinned, wire-haired man storming through the streets may have familiar features, but gone is the reserved, stoic demeanor of Zelgadis' personality. Today, he races down the street in a snarling rampage, knocking anything from his path be it chairs, brick walls, or innocent people.]

[If anyone calls to him, it's likely that he won't respond except to turn and attack in a blind rage. Whatever this thing is, it sure isn't Zelgadis. And it has to be stopped.]

***
((OOC: Unfortunately, Sasha's attempt to cure him didn't quite go as planned and now Zel's in a sort of berserker mode. Fun stuff!

In this state, Zelgadis will injure people without much thought; I won't call it impossible to reach him with words, but it will be difficult. Victims are very welcome, as are those or want to try and knock him out/restrain him (knock out being preferred but it'll take a lot to crack a stone head). I'm more than happy to have injuries to your character be limited if you want to avoid IC punishment (which only applies if the character goes to the hospital). Poke me on Zel's contact post if you want to plot around this!))

I have to say, I’m not particularly impressed with the wardens’ fashion sense. Although I suppose if everyone’s dressed the same I can’t complain of looking the fool, since we’ll all be fools together! As stifling of individuality as that may be – but then, I suppose that’s sort of the point, if we’re in prison?

[he waves at the camera] Hello, fellow inmates! I am Loki, and I assure you I am not a foolish sort of person.

I do hope this thing is on. Otherwise I’d be talking to myself, and that really would make me look ridiculous.

[the communicator flicks on to a lot of throat clearing and subtle coughing. For a moment Stiles thinks about shutting the screen off and burying his head in his books, but. It's too late for that, right?]

Right so. Uh, I'm still pretty new to this place, but even I've realized that not everyone here is from California, or even from the same -- world as I am. Which got me thinking about stuff. Stuff of the supernatural variety. You know, ghosts, witches, voodoo magic, superpowers, werewolves. [He manages to sound very casual at the last bit. Aw yes.]

I'd like to know if anyone here has experience with those kind of things. And if you don't want to tell me, uh that's fine. I don't judge. I'm not really in a position to do a whole lot of judging considering...my situation. But yeah, it'd be nice to know.

[And he'll be sitting at this computer in the library, pretending to do something else while waiting. He's got a bunch of books all piled up by his chair, and most of them are things like Le Supernatural. Guy's gotta do his research!]

[On a whim that became a want she pointedly voiced, Saber and Zelgadis are hanging out at the stables in Sector 1; the former eagerly getting in all the riding she can, guiding her mount with a visibly skilled hand and mutual ease through the jumps and obstacles or just galloping around without care-- however interesting the course is, nothing beats running-- until the time limit brings her back into the stall, and she feeds and brushes the horse down while waiting to be allowed to take another one out for a repeat.

The latter, hooded as usual, is doing a whole lot of nothing in comparison, notably keeping his distance from any of the horses and leaning against a far fence post while he simply watches the girl run about for the afternoon]


[[ooc:dual post for Saber and Zel; specify who you want, or we'll tag as we like!]]