MarinaNova Asylum

[here's someone who looks to be anywhere from 15 to 17—he's in the humble beginnings of a handsome man, but he's still quite boyish looking. boyish especially in his pouty scowling that's so animated it's almost cartoonish, and deeply teenaged.]

This is ridiculous!

[he's indignant, certainly—but he seems to reel that back a little, brows furrowed as he lets out an irate sigh.]

I guess I can't say I don't belong in a place like this...

[aaand there he goes, animated again, desperate gesticulations of frustration and all.]

But give me a chance to redeem my crimes before throwing me into some place like this, instead of just "replacing me"! How can something like that even be true!? Other dimensions—!?

Anyway, whether or not that's true... just what kind of person is responsible for the embarrassing technology of this "prison"? Who computed these "wardens"? Barbarians in the furthest reaches of space, far away from any sort of just eye... That's who! Criminals! Moreso than I, you're a bunch of barbarians, kidnapping people!

[ooc; have 1 (one) Albert de'Mondego of Gankutsuou! he's a naive, somewhat sexually confused French teenager from rustic-future opera-punk Space (circa year 5000). cravats and spaceships, yo. he's pre epilogue, post canon, so he's freshly out of a bunch of really traumatic shit, but this is blessedly distracting!]

[ Bak's been digging away at a top secret, special project. A most worthy project. A project that will win over all other projects! Because to lose is unacceptable. Hah! Beat that Komui!

Ahem, but without further ado, Bak turns on his communicator to show off the lovely set of cream puffs sitting on display, the ovens in the back of the cart working overtime and his free space covered in delicacies (just the one)! ] No sense holding back, with my innovative spirit, I've outfitted this kiosk to be the best it can be!

You can find me in Sector 0 and you better hurry! I can't guarantee the cream puffs will still be good after three. And there's tea! [ no coffee dang it. Not in this kiosk! Oh, but wait. There's just one more thing.

Turning his communicator device to face him, he shows off his handsome, handsome profile in a white chef's hat and frowns. ] And if you take one, you 're eating. No throwing them back in my face! [ and then he's gone. yep. Gotta get busy for the patrons! And no food fights. None whatsoever yes please!. He won't tolerate it! ]

((ooc: Mingle and threadjack to your hearts content! Please do. I know I will be.))

[Oh hey, look over there, Marina. Over near one of the taller buildings, there's some guy climbing it in black clothes, complete with cape and hood. After reaching the top, he looks around for a moment or two before jumping off the building entirely! Dear gods, is he trying to commit suicide? No, it seems he has landed in a very conveniently placed water feature near the entrance of the building.

So yeah. That just happened.

Do you perhaps feel like approaching this hooded man?]

((ooc: Ezio is from the end of Assassin's Creed II, just fyi.))

[ see aang.

or, if you don't know aang, see a monk child with blue arrow tattoos on his arms, legs, and forehead. aang is pretty sure that this is neither somarium nor ob holm, and he's also pretty sure that he's never seen this weird pink contraption with two wheels and sparkly dangly things and metal bars everywhere.

he should probably be looking for everyone else and where they disappeared off to (though really, he's totally taking in this whole moving worlds thing in stride now!) but given that there don't appear to be any monsters in the immediate vicinity, it's probably safe to assume that they're all okay. and....he is kind of curious. like, really curious.

COULD THIS BE THE MAGICAL SATOMOBILE THAT BOLIN KEEPS TALKING ABOUT...? (spoiler: he's never actually seen a picture of a satomobile.) ]

I wonder how it works....

[ now see aang attempt to climb on said contraption, stick his feet onto the pedals, and-- ]

WhoooOOOOOOAAAAAA!

[ CRASH! ]





.....oww.....

[ finally, see aang sprawled on the ground underneath a tree, rubbing his head while the bike spins uselessly next to him. ]

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( ooc: i am totally down for pime taradoxes with multiple bike crashes, or you can catch him later under the same tree and poking at his communicator and trying to figure out why it doesn't look like a phone. he's coming in with memories of another game. )

[ The video you are looking at is looking straight down onto the kiosk and processing plants, from pretty high up. From the ground, if you're happening by the floating island, you might see a head poking out from the edge.

Chuck Bartowski is trying very, very hard to sound like he's not freaking out. ]

Okay... um... [ Coughs, clears throat. ]

This is definitely not where I fell asleep last night. [ Another cough, voice sounds like it's maybe cracking a bit. ] Sarah? Gino?

I didn't mean to say all that stuff before, I swear! No need to send Chuck to the very, very high-up place...!

((OOC: Chuck is from the end of Season 3 of Chuck! He has his nifty watch and his Marina prime memories. He's referencing this incident that happened before he left.))

...this wasn't where I went to sleep...and where's all my stuff gone?

[Akito is very confused. He is also very confused about why he cannot sense either of his others anywhere in the dome and more than a little worried. But a short listen to the network and suddenly he understands]

Oh. Oh it's another one of these, but...am I...?

[Long pause]

...Tsuna-kun I need to see you. [This isn't going to be good]

I guess this is kinda lucky, huh? One last day...

[A chance to say goodbye]

So it's snowing. [ there's not a lot of snow where elena's from -- but just enough for this not to be something amazing and new for her. the words are said on an exhale, more her way of greeting than any obvious spoken fact.

there's a pause, and she hesitates. she's inside her her room at the moment, legs curled up on her window seat. ] Would anyone know who to talk to about cheerleading here? I know there are baseball teams and I think there's a squad. Or maybe if anyone's interested -- some of us could start a writing workshop? I'm starting to feel kind of restless. [ she's been here almost a month, and there's only so much training and defense-forcing she can do. maybe it's just dawning on her that if there's a way to get back home, it probably won't happen anytime soon. best to just keep going. ]

[ among the many things bruce banner had not expected to find in an underwater prison was the presence of a pet store. or, more accurately, a pet....orgy, for lack of better words. cats, dogs, birds, squirrels...and is that a turtle with a duck head waddling its way across the grass?

ask him later and he'll claim it was all in the name of Science, but somehow, bruce manages to find himself in the middle of a group of overly excited domesticated animals, a very fuzzy turtleduck chick held carefully in his hands.

if you know what the thing is, you might want to explain it to him, otherwise that perplexed look isn't going to go away any time soon. ]

[Yesterday, Kitty set up team captains who set up teams to explore the various sectors of their new prison home. It's a time for research and possibly dealing with threats. Maybe even encountering confused new arrivals. Not to mention team togetherness since sometimes it was hard to get to know your fellow defense force members. Not to mention not all these people were once members.]

(OOC: I say Day 175, but if you want to use this for Day 174 or even 176 I won't tell the temporal police. There are headers for each team. Use them or not as you see fit! ANYONE is welcome to try to encounter DF members to ask questions, pick fights, or try to arrange slumber parties. Whatever you're into.

OR! If you have a fight going down in one of those sectors and you want to link your post in there for that team's attention, please feel free!)

[ What comes on over the audio is nothing but noise at first. Someone or something is grappling with the communicator. Fingernails perhaps? There is also the incoherent shouting of a male voice that might be familiar to some, but with the way the audio receptors are being abused, it will be hard to make out many words at all. ]

—sto——reaking i——ut it out!

[ Most rustling and... was that a growl? Maybe the rush of air. ] —ere! Thank you. I think I can work this by myself.

[ The young man sighs, and there is one final bit of noise as he slip the device on over an ear. ] Okay. Is it on? I think it's on. This looks different.

[ He clears his throat and takes a deep breath. His attempt is to sound braver than he feels and certainly less seasick than he should be. ] Excuse me! Whoever can hear me, I'm... I'm looking for some friends! They're very important to me, so if there is anywhere I can ask about them, can you please point me the way? I think I saw a map? Maybe if I—

[ Click.

No, Ashton. That was not the right button. Way to fail. ]

...it feels weird to just take a house for your own, doesn't it? Even if nobody lived there before, or lives there now... I guess that's just how they designed it, though.

I wonder why?

[Action for Coordinatorhaus]

[Despite any misgivings, though, Kira's selected a new pad in Sector 3 for him, Lacus, et al. It's pretty nice, as far as things go, and he's exploring it to make sure he has the layout memorized.

He's also checking in to see how Lacus is holding up after her first night alone.]

[ So he was in a prison. He could handle that. So he was wearing an awful orange jumpsuit. He can handle that as well. So he was in a prison with Road, that was less easily handled, but he would. He'd have to.

What he cannot abide is the manhandling of his person. SOMEONE HAS STOLEN HIS HAT. With hair sticking up every which way, Bak punches the buttons on his network device, looking for an open feed, a brief vision of himself showing on screen before he swears and punches another button. Voice at last!

Ahem. ]

Welcome and greetings. I am the great and awesome Bak and whoever stole my hat can return it once. Do so quickly and you may be forgiven. Do not AND FEAR MY WRATH

[ click ]

((ooc: Bak will be lost in the maze at Två Park for a good portion of the morning. Feel free to action it up!))

[There's a very small white fuzzy animal wearing a tiny orange jumpsuit on your communicators now.]

[His location is obscured by very carefully-chosen lighting and placement.] Ah-ha, it looks like a lot of things have changed!

Based on the nature of today's commotion, it seems like some of you have been here for a while. Meaning that I've been gone! Will anyone tell me what I've missed since Sentience's reinstatement?

[QB shifts his weight so that he can scratch behind his ears with a hindpaw.] And please don't waste your time with banal questions. I am not a cat or a rabbit.

[A young teenage girl with long dark hair appears on the network dressed in the compulsory jumpsuit, her face rather well composed for someone who just turned up in a prison on another planet of all places. Maybe she's really not disturbed. Or maybe she's just really good at hiding it. But she's certainly hiding any hint of emotions about it.]

I'm going to go ahead and guess that no one knows a way out of here.

[She pauses, closing her eyes briefly, taking a breath in and releasing it. Her violet eyes reopen.]

My name is Homura Akemi. I'm looking for a Madoka Kaname. If anyone has any information on her presence here or otherwise, please let me know. Your help is most appreciated. [She gives a curt bow.]

[With those few words, the video ends. The less she has to worry about unnecessary, uninformative chatter at the moment, the better.]

((OOC: Going to be slow, it's my final week here.))

[ lots of interrupted, bumpy static ]

[ in translated enochian: ] You know you cannot keep me here.

[ several minutes later, more static. seriously, like. kkkkkchhhh ssshk chchh kkkksssss. when he finally speaks, castiel is super curt and way cranky. ]

A cell phone would be much more comfortable than this. [ SIGH ] I had just become accustomed to it. [ add that to the prospect that he very well may be stuck here. so cranky. ]

[ ♚ video ]

[ Why the long faces, People of Marina Nova? There is someone here who isn't as happy with this latest change in events but she was determined to do what she does best. Not only that, she is hoping that this would get the anger and frustration out of her system.

Sheryl Nome lives to sing --- and that moment she wanted to remind herself of the life she chose to live.

She was the Galaxy Fairy ... no matter what galaxy she is taken to.

The feeds start with a shaky view of the stage. It was the stage from the amphi-theatre. Moments later, Sheryl comes out and wearing an all too sexy bunny outfit. She turns to the camera and gives a coquettish smile and wink ... but when the camera gave another shake again, she frowned at the person behind the camera. ]

Hold still, Gino ...

[ Her Galaxy Fairy persona returned though as music began to play and she proceeded to dance. ]

EVERYONE, LISTEN TO MY SONG!


I am your white bunny
Jumping and diving in an innocent glide
The Milky Way spills in the galaxy
Hey, I want to eat that candy star

I am your black bunny
A rowdy sexy flag
If I show you my hip line it’s dangerous
At my wink signal, dive into my cleavage

Pure heart, go and violate my exposed skin
To the point that you can not be reborn
If you intensely struggle for it
The crying angel is, watch out, a demon

[Akito's already been busy this morning. AT and pets acquired, along with some new clothing, and he feels a little better. The jumpsuits were a little too much.

But now he has people to find, so! On goes the communicator. He's sitting against a wall in Sector 0, his pet dog curled up next to him on a leash so she doesn't go running off]

I'm...not sure what's going on here, but this is kind of sudden, isn't it? Two wardens, and Sentience-san is gone...I'm not sure I like this much. [He rubs his neck, unsure what to say] It feels like arriving here all over again.

Did...everyone come across? Agito and Lind both did, we're still separate too. Is everyone else here? [Please let them be here] Tsuna-kun? You're here right?

[Akito's not sure he likes this new change much]

[Nasuti is not too happy about the orange jumpsuits, but she's trying to make the most of it. She has her hair up in a tight bun as she slowly jogs the streets of Marina Nova.]

They're calling this progress, but it sure seems like some huge steps backwards, if you ask me. Though I guess they can't let us forget that we're prisoners...like we could forget...

So the jump-suits are a point against. Anything new and shiny about this place that would count in its favor? Since it looks like we've got a lot of ground to cover, guess it wouldn't hurt to put our heads together.

[locked to Touma]

It's just you and me now, huh? Are you as clueless as I am as to why?

Good day, Marina-- or, I suppose, Marina Nova. I hope everyone is adjusting as well as can be expected. We've suffered some tremendous losses [herself very much included,] but I am certain we will be able to manage things as well as possible.

With regards to the Defense Force -- with Suzaku Kururugi among those lost, and the Wardens confirming for me that weapons and life sign monitoring are no longer available -- I would like to make a proposal. [and she's going to make it openly, so anyone can weigh in... trolls she can handle, and it's worth the risk to give everyone a chance to speak.]

Although I believed strongly in Suzaku and what he did with the Force, there was something troubling me. In some cases, members' primary motivation for joining was to obtain a weapon. And while I know for a fact that Suzaku would not admit anyone who was not suitable, it nonetheless seems as though such a team should have members whose primary reason for joining is belief in its purpose. And further, I believe that the invasion of privacy that the former Defense Force utilized for monitoring life signs made inmates uneasy. I know I had my own questions about such methodology, but it was not my team and thus not my place to debate what was in place.

However, now that many things have begun anew, I am wondering if there are those among us who believe strongly enough in protecting others that they would agree to do so without the promise of a weapon, or any such personal gain. A new leader would need to be elected, and I would be happy to oversee the process if the potential members would like. Any and all proposals will be considered.

With regards to weaponry and special abilities for those who would use them in defense of themselves or others, that is a battle that I will continue to fight with the Wardens, regardless of whether there is a formal Defense Force. I believe in our members, and all of you will have my full support regardless of the status of the organization as a whole.

Okay, that's it. I'm pissed. I've had about enough of this dimensional switcheroo crap.

[ he didn't have any belongings, wasn't terribly attached to the place he was staying, doesn't care about the orange jumpsuit beyond how incredibly pale he must look in contrast to the bright saturation, but he's so incredibly done with being picked up and tossed into one world from another. warning and explanation or not, not cool. ]

Y'know, I used to take people apart to see how they worked. Literally. Next robot I see's getting that same treatment.