MarinaNova Asylum

(OOC: PLEASURE PRISON EVENT)

[ While Kitty is moving on with her life through puppies and paint, Reid is continuing with his through the same routines as always. It's a strange, quiet day what with the robots not being around for once and it's that silence that makes him leave the apartment and hit the streets. He needs to pick up some things for the apartment anyway, now that Nathan's moved in, needs to pick up some books at the library and a couple of extra notebooks and printer paper. Stuff. Life goes on, and today it goes on with lighter steps.

He can be found en route to the library or Bull's Eye, or studying the kiosk in Sector 0. There has to be something going on, right? ]

| HEATWAVE EVENT INFO |

Dream 1: Family Time
[Sam is seated at a dining room table filled with what looks like a traditional Thanksgiving meal of turkey and every starch you've ever seen and "salads" that have nothing to do with vegetables not to mention a row of pies just waiting for afterward. He's sitting at one end smiling and laughing and apparently holding up his end of some lively conversations except everyone else at the table—as far as you can tell—is dead.]

Dream 2: Too Long (That's what she said)
[Your face is cupped between Sam's hands and your lips are already together so you might as well kiss back, right? It's been a long time for him, and he's prepared to make this worth your time.]

(OOC: Death warnings for dream 1 and sexy warnings in dream 2. Plotting if you have other ideas or need to discuss anything. You're welcome to just jump in!)

[The Hub]

[It's a boring dream by Torchwood standards, an interesting one of your work doesn't consist of a top secret science fiction bunker, complete with mysterious alien gadgets lying everywhere, incomprehensible computer programs running on most of the screens and a pteranodon nesting high up near the roof and occasionally squawking to herself.

As for Ianto he's not doing anything as exciting as his surroundings. He's just cleaning up at the end of the day, throwing away empty pizza boxes ordered under the name of Torchwood, washing coffee mugs, dusting off keyboards, putting away discarded firearms. Maybe he's dreaming about this because he organizes thing even in his sleep. Or maybe he just missed his old routine.]

Some clichéd dreams for a clichéd guy. :-)

1. Maze
Jack's lost in a maze of corridors, which at times may look like those of the Dalek homeworld, Skaro, at others like those of the Game Station where he died his first death, and at others like those of an old hospital where he once ran away from a child in a gas mask. Somewhere ahead of him is Ianto, with Spike dragging him further away, but there's only ever the faintest glimpse of them.

What there are more glimpses of are monsters moving in the dark, hiding behind corners and the bulkheads that are always plentiful in Doctor Who. Daleks, Cybermen, Slitheen, Sontarans, Nostravites, Weevils… and perhaps your character will bring with them some of the monsters from their world too?

2. Dying
He's down beneath the Earth, facing the Blessing, waiting for Gwen to shoot him in the back and spill his blood into it, to end the Miracle and set the world back to how it should be. He braces himself, arms spread wide, ready.

[You can take Gwen's place in shooting him, or try to talk him out of it, or just be there to comfort him when he falls.]

( cut for length and NSFW-ness )

((OOC: All of these are open to absolutely anyone, whether we already have CR or not (and if we don't, you can choose whether in the dream they know each other or not). It would also be fun for one dream to shift into another, as dreams do. Also, OOC negotiation is good, especially for the BDSM dreams, but also for anything else you want to plot out too, including completely different scenarios if required. :-) ))

[Laughter, like grating white noise or the friction between grains of sand.]

"Aha-HAHA!"

[Shackled by his own amusement, he sits with a hand over his face, as if it could somehow shield his shit-eating grin. If he had known getting arrested meant serving life as a fancy free loader with some sick tech, he would have opted for it a few decades ago. Still howling, he falls onto his back before realizing that this is probably a rather odd first impression, and to impress the masses, he needs to regain his composure. He sits up with his eyes finally open, friendly but carnivorous.]

"Fellow inmates!"

[The corners of his lips upturn again almost instantly, like the edges of sharpened knives. His voice is like honey, but all he can think is how inmates are probably some of the troubled people in the entire world—perfect suckers for him.

"Fast, reliable, I’m the delivery god Yato! A bonafide god, I’m telling you!" [So don’t question it.]

"Does anyone need any help out there? It seems like we’re all in a" [beautiful] "strange situation, right?"

[Video | Closed to Defense Force]
This afternoon we're going to do a thing. Be at the headquarters. If you know someone who isn't a member, but they're interested in joining you can bring them too. [She knows it may not be the best day after hearing this morning's announcement, but since the wardens played with them yesterday she knows the day should be clear of their interference and they have some new recruits so they should probably all meet each other.]

[Action | MINGLE!]
[The thing in question is on the roof of the headquarters. Kitty brought food and drinks which thankfully she did not prepare. It's all snack-sized finger foods. She wants everyone to have a chance to know their teammates better. She isn't going to force any group activities but there are some tables and chairs for people who want to relax more or maybe play a game. She did leave a few decks of cards out.]

[Well, since she feels she should introduce herself, not that probably everyone has heard her talking about brains already. The technology is fine for her to figure out. What to say... there lies the problem. Amy wasn't shy but she wasn't sure about attention either. Growing up in the back of a car, moving from school to school on her mothers not so peace and love hippy type whim of where they went and when meant she was nearly always the new kid. She didn't like that this in a way reminded her of that.


She made a face as she turned the device on.]

Um, hey. I'm not sure what I'm meant to be saying. I wasn't expecting to be here...

[She gives a sort of laugh and a little slightly sad smile as she tucks part of her hair back behind her ear.]

So, I'll just say hi. And ask where can I get some different clothes?

Happy Day 365, Marina Nova!

Hear ye, hear ye! Inmates, prisoners, fellow underwater dwellers! Lend me your ears and hands and actually just bring all of you because we're having a ye olde Renaissance Faire to celebrate a full year in this bubble under the sea!

The dome has of course been decked out appropriately. Flickering torches light the pathways, interspersed with larger bonfires that you can cosy up to with that special someone - or perhaps just a glass of honey mead. Pennant banners hang across the gates and along the buildings, sporting the proud coat of arms of the prison (a lot of purple and octopi, for some reason) and many of the clothing stores offer time-appropriate options for those of you who still knows how to have fun. The kiosk has even been re-imagined into a castle.

Many areas within the dome has activities to partake in and, if you're skilled or lucky or both, prizes to win!

( Let the celebrations begin! Fanfare! )

Enjoy!

[Video]

[The video opens on a man sitting squarely in view, his bearing better suited to someone awaiting a big job interview than a newly incarcerated prisoner.]

Hello, MarinaNova Asylum. My name is Felix Gaeta. I'd say that it's a pleasure to join your ranks, but I don't want to start off on a lie.

I've been over the information I was provided with on arrival and it left a number of things unanswered. Namely... [a pause to pick up a notepad] ...is all of this really virtual, and, if so, does anyone know where our bodies are?

Do you have a leader or any kind of civilian government?

Is everything here actually free for the taking, or are there strings attached?

[He pauses again, flips a couple of pages, and sighs.]

Maybe this is a better question: do you have an archive or some other collection of information that hasn't been provided by the wardens? No one wants me to go through all of these, including me.

[And scene.]


[Action]

[Gaeta can be found at the library—taking notes, likely—or at any of the many eateries in Marina, admiring the sheer selection available. He won't go out of his way to be friendly.]

My name is Zero. I've already heard from Yuuki that apparently this isn't my first time in this place. Unfortunately I have no recollection at all of then, so I'm just wondering who among everyone here knew me before.

[It might be obvious that he doesn't exactly have much interest in these communicators, because YEP. That's the whole post.]

[Action + Video]

This again...

[With a frown Yuuki can't believe that once more she is sporting not only the dome's most fashionable anklet, complete with built in hunter technology, perfect for suppressing vampire abilities! But even worse she's somehow in the orange jumpsuit once more. Not only that, but she woke up upon the ground in the center of the butterfly pavilion. It's not that she hasn't napped in public before. But she'd definitely remember changing into orange comfortable clothes to do.

Not to mention...her head feels somehow- foggy. She's not really sure how else to put it. What had she been doing before now? Marina is as familiar as ever, but something feels off. Which can only mean one thing, right? At the very least she remembers how to use their communication device. All at once she flickers up onto the screen on the network. With a sandwich from The Bistro in hand (she was hungry and thought it might help clear her head) she gives a small wave.]

So... does someone want to tell me what my punishment is this time? I distinctly remember putting on a performance not all that long ago and that should have been the end of that. I mean- it wasn't that bad. _Right? [Don't answer if you thought the concert was.]

Somehow I feel really disorientated.

[Although if she's back in an orange jumpsuit... had she left? But on all those other occasions she had supposedly disappeared she hadn't been forced back into prison gear. Just what's going on now?]

Zero...? And Yuuri-kun, too. Anyone really. What's going on? [The fact that she got a welcome message again... she hadn't disappeared again, had she? And if so... how long has she been away for?]

[Pucker up, inmates! It's that day again—your favorite prison holiday! And, of course, the wardens provided lip balm stations for your convenience.

(OOC: Mistletoe Bot INFO)

The time has come! All of the stars have aligned at it is...

Superhero Party in Quatro Park! Some decorations have been put up, mostly appearing to be comic book action words like 'BLAM!' and 'POW!'. There is a table for food with picnic-ish style fare. A few placards for the food are mildly punny for another who has read comic books. Another table is set up for make your own masks for those that weren't prepared. There are a few games out, but periodically Carl will host the foam sword "battles" set to music that is not fitting for a sword fight just for amusement value.

Anyone can come to the party even if they just want to be themselves and not pretend to be a superhero.

[Maybe you're at the media store or educational center to play your disc. Maybe you're just out and about somewhere contemplating what you saw or whether to see it. Either way, you're bound to run into someone!]

(OOC: Instant Replay Event Info)

[Poker night at Kitty's place in sector 4! She has them set up at the kitchen table with cards and poker chips. There's a variety of snacks set up along the counters—pretzels, chips, dips, pizza rolls, meatballs with toothpicks, etc. There's also some pie because Chuck is here! Ice cream in the freezer since Kitty lives here. You'll also find water, sodas, wine, and beer. Stay hydrated!

There's also a living room with comfortable seating for taking breaks or relaxing after the game. If you're going to snoop you might find a Nathan hiding out in his room or peek through a partially opened door to see Kitty's room. It's very utilitarian—no decorations, generally clean though there are stacks of books, tech, and clothes here and there. For anyone who visited other apartments she's had they were a little warmer and included more personal touches. Nothing too exciting to find in the bathroom, you perv!]

(OOC: Invitees tag in mingle style.)

VIDEO // CLOSED TO REBECCA

[ Technically he could just go across the hall and ask but- this seems easier somehow. ]

Hey uhm... Rebecca? You got any concealer I can borrow?


ACTION // OPEN

[ Deciding that makeup will probably draw more attention than the bruise itself, a freshly punched Reid hits the prison streets. He needs coffee and a bagel, so he stops by Bean Crushers, lingering in a corner booth for a while with a stack of books that are due at the library. While in Sector 2 he also takes a moment to stop by the school - he hasn't held classes in forever and he probably won't now that his teacher's aide is missing in action but he can stop by the music room and play piano for a bit. It's been weeks, if not months.

He can, of course, also be encountered on the way between places, sporting a beautiful and fresh shiner. Thanks Leia. ]

[As disconcerting as yesterday was, it's a new day and there's no reason for Sam not to have class. Besides, Quinn's mixed holiday party a few days ago gave him an idea for a topic or at least the case study. Which he has been having on schedule whether I post or not and which everyone is welcome to attend and would know about because of mail and the welcome basket and what not.

( Paranormal Studies Class )

[ It's surprisingly early, for him. Vampire habits and all that, this transmission should happen later in the afternoon but it doesn't. He also sounds surprisingly drunk for it being this early in the day — effort was taken to reach this level of inebriety. It's clear in the tone of his voice, the stubborn lack of video, the briefness of the message. ]

Rose is gone. She was a good person even if you wankers didn't appreciate it.

[ And off goes the feed. He'll make his way to the graveyard with as many bottles of whiskey as he can possibly carry. Gotta start early in the day if you want to drink yourself to oblivion. Anyone coming across him can expect to find a fumbling mess of a man and more than one smashed bottle. ]