MarinaNova Asylum

I've been convicted of a murder that I didn't commit. And I literally mean an actual murder I didn't commit -- it's not something back home that I'm just too chickenshit to fess up to.

And the thing is, Veridical stuck this D/s collar on me, so at first I thought it was just making up some excuse to avoid admitting it was jealous that I'm already in a relationship. But then it turned out I'm not the only one being punished.

So who all out there has to deal with this bullshit today?

[ Inmates receive a message stating a destination and not much else. You will be asked to go to Quatro park if you've killed someone (or something) in cold blood. Murderer's, Serial Killers, Assassins or otherwise, will receive this invitation to therapy.

( Session details under cut )

((ooc: Basically if the Wardens would consider your character a killer then you'll be assigned to this group. Have fun! Feel free to tag around, threadjack, open up discussion or your own questions for the group or what-have you.))

[ The last thing Fletcher Tringham knew, he was in his house, cleaning up the dinner dishes on Day 95. Now here he is in some completely different apartment, in a completely different person's body, sitting on the couch reading a book.

He's been through enough weird dimensional stabilizer stuff to keep from instantly panicking. He carefully marks the page in the book -- whoever it belongs to will surely appreciate that! -- and stands up. And instantly collapses again, a searing pain shooting through his ankle. Oh. So that's why it's wrapped up and why it had been resting on some pillows. Still, he forces himself up so he can look for the bathroom, to find a mirror and see just whose body he wound up in.

...

It's not anyone he recognizes. Which is kind of weird. Fletcher thought he knew most of the people here. ]

[ video ]

[ Dirk Strider video-posting is a pretty unusual sight. Dirk Strider looking so visibly worried is even more unusual. He's not even wearing his triangular sunglasses. Dirk, what are you doing. ]

Um, I think there was a glitch in the dimensional stabilizer? I switched bodies with someone.

Er... Brother, Edward... Sentience? It's me, Fletcher.

[ action // open ]

[ shirley's sitting on the couch, writing in her diary when she notices it. there's something hanging out on top of the hanging light fixture. what is it? like heck if she knows, and to be honest she tries to just leave it at that. it's just taking up space up there - that's not her problem.

...of course, after about the fourth time she's noticed it, there's no chance of her ignoring it. with a frustrated sigh, she snaps her diary shut and goes to look closer.

those of you who pass through the common area may notice a redhead on a chair balanced on a stepladder, trying very hard to both stay upright and reach the top of the light fixtures. ]


[ video // open ]

[ the video feed clicks on. those who look closely may see a stepladder, a chair, and a few books in varying states of disarray. those who don't will just see a very disgruntled, slightly disheveled shirley staring at the camera. she is, at the moment, accusingly holding a cookie with a single bite missing up for public scrutiny. ]

Someone's been hiding these cookies all over. I've found two in the bathroom so far and one on the ceiling, but that's- and did you think that was funny? It was hard enough to reach the light, do you have any idea how hard it was to get the tape off- but that's not the important part!

[ she clears her throat, frown intensifying. ]

If you find one of these cookies, do not try to eat them. It's a bad idea. Trust me on this, I'm doing you a favor!

[ she reaches out, aaaand- click. the feed ends. ]

[He had been very laid back about his punishment from a few days ago, to the point that he had barely remembered it. But in the end there was a reminder, and Itachi sits a table at the Education Center, not caring about the time or the mass of papers he'd wasted writing different things on each. His writing lacks any flourish, tiny and precise--perfect kanji and hiragana in perfect rows, perfectly justified. It's too much of a habit, even in death.]

Hn. Such a peculiar form of punishment. If they truly wanted remorse, perhaps something less inane would have been more effective. [Not that he really cares enough to be remorseful about something like putting holes into an unused building.]

"Methods in which to avoid destroying property when fighting someone with intent to kill," seems much too long for a title. Suggestions for an alternative?

[the feed flickers on and Painwheel's awkwardly rubbing at her bicep, looking away from the camera for a moment as she's momentarily seized by anxiety. it's a little bit of a touchy subject that she's attempting to breach, and it shows.

she does lift her head properly before too long, making proper eye contact with whoever's viewing the feed.]

I've been doing some thinking.

[she pauses and lifts her dry, chapped fingertips to touch the rough leather of her mask.]

About my mask.

[a dead, black fingernail snags a stitch, catching and pausing.]

I've‐been afraid this whole time, and I didn't know why. But I think I understand now. I think I might take it off after all.

We're all in prison, which means we're all filthy, vile criminals. So I'm curious, everyone.

What did you do? What is it that made the wardens believe you deserve to be locked away in an inverted aquarium for the rest of your natural life? Please note that if you're just gonna say "I didn't do anything" or "They made it all up", I'm not interested in hearing it. You're surrounded by other criminals, no one gives a damn. Either answer or don't, it's up to you, but don't respond with bullshit prevarication.

Since it'd be hells of rude to ask without providing an answer of my own, here's what I'm in for: ( Cut for length and Homestuck spoilers. )

Well? I showed you mine, now show me yours.

At░▓ntion Cri░░▒▒░s. We are cur▒░░tly ▒▒░▓rienc▒░g some mi▒░r technological glitc▒░░. The situa░▒▒ will be under control sh▓░▒▒░. Complain amongst your░▓lves.

(OOC: For the remainder of the day expect some services to be offline or intermittent. At times robots will become inert—but shielded from attack leading to interruptions in some of the dining establishments. Water will turn on and off randomly. There will also be a light snowfall later in the evening (Around Friday in OOC time). However, temperatures will remain warm, so it will quickly turn to rain as it drops. There will be no response from the kiosk for a few hours though you may continue tagging on the daypost where we'll assume this was before the silence unless you indicate otherwise in your tag. Communications, shielding, monitors, and environmental systems other than the snow incident will be unaffected. The glitches will be relatively brief and minor.

Please feel free to respond to Veridical on this post. Veridical will not respond, but you are very encouraged to have threadjacking good times amongst each other!)

Tarrlok!

[With a loud thunk a fist pounds hard on the domed glass. Knuckles meet it dead on, the sound muffled. Tense, the girl behind the brawn stands with her hands clenching together tightly into solid fists, the name a growl on her lips. Despite the tacky orange jumpsuit, it can’t hide the fact that she’s in top shape, and just itching for a reason to pounce.

Prison? Rehabilitation...? Why that no good, scheming politician...

Rising fully she falls into a defensive stance, and her bright, blue eyes rake the buildings around her. The joke's on him if he thinks she’ll fall right back into line due to some ridiculous message. He’ll never get the chance to manipulate her again. And now he’s going to regret fitting this restrictive ankle bracelet on her and dragging her all the way down into some underwater circus.

Lifting her voice, she calls out to him on a challenge.]

I don’t know what kind of stunt you’re trying to pull, but you picked the wrong girl to mess with.

[Steps even, her face draws down hard into a stern glare as she moves. No noise is made as she walks, aside from the sound of her voice. Whatever he’s done she can’t access her bending with this thing on her wrist. That means her only option out of this place is right through him.]

You’re not going to get away with this, so come out here and face me, you coward!

You know, for a prison, it's quite nice. One would expect cells and the like, not decently appointed rooms and warm food. Quite a change from some other places I've been.

Well, barring that little inn in the last town my friends and I were at. The mistress there was a very adept cook. Of course, we couldn't stay there too long since one of my companions decided to try and seduce her. Waking up to a fight in the hallway in the middle of the night has a habit of hurrying any group out the door, provided someone's throwing things at them.


Ah... I digress.

Would someone please tell me where I can find something other than this... garish orange thing to wear? It's neither my color, nor my style.

[Hello people of Marina! If you're looking at the network, you'll notice a red-haired, green-eyed teenage boy and if the look on his face is any indication, he is not happy.]

Okay, can any of my fellow criminals tell me what in the heck is going on here!? Sure, I listened to the creepy greeting, but you'll have to forgive me if I don't fully believe what my kidnappers have to say. The last time I checked, you don't go to prison when you help save the world! [His frustration at his current situation can clearly be heard in his voice.]

[He rubs his face with a hand and releases a sigh, trying to calm himself down. Freaking out is going to get him nowhere.]

Any help I could get would be appreciated.

[ the video clicks on to a redhead in a bright orange jumpsuit. she's nothing special, really - relatively tall, long hair, hazel eyes, and a look on her face like she's just been dragged kicking and screaming from the land of good sleep and kittens. really, the only notable thing about her is the golden dragonet lazily draped over her shoulders. as she speaks, she reaches up and strokes its neck. ]

Things change a lot around here, don't they?

[ a bit of a frown, and a bit of a pause. ]

I thought- it was Day 50, the last time I checked. Sentience had just set up a date auction with Minako, right? I'd just... And now it's a hundred and thirty days later, and Sentience is gone, and- and probably most of the people I remembered, too. But... Lulu was still here. I'm still here, right? So I guess this is just another chance.

[ a quiet little smile. she scratches right behind the dragon's head, and it presses into her hand. ]

Maybe some things don't really change.

[ she finally faces the camera, making eye contact with anyone watching before hesitantly waving. ]

My name's Shirley. Um, I've been here... a couple of times before, actually. I think this is number four...? Maybe it's the fifth, or the third. I guess it all kind of blurs together. [ an awkward, quiet laugh. ] I'm just as new here as anyone else - here, I mean, in this specific place - but if any of you ever want someone to talk to, or need help with anything, I'm always here.

So... I guess I'll be seeing you all around.

[ that same, tired smile, and then she cuts the feed. ]