MarinaNova Asylum

[After too long holed up at home, Ritsuka has decided to go out. What better weather to do so than sunny with clear "skies"? None that he can think of.

Ritsuka's destination of choice? Sector 0, naturally. He wants to try the street food - all of the street food - and make memories. This amounts to him snapping photos, mostly of Soubi. But he wants at least one or two photos of the two of them together, so there's a good chance he'll be approaching any inmates who happen to pass by (the robots don't take good pictures).]

[ooc: please label your thread as with Ritsuka OR Soubi but NOT both. Allie and I are trying to get back into the swing of things so we're going to start out slowly, and group threads get too confusing.]

[Ritsuka is a boy who depends on routine. He falls into a basic pattern even when he's not trying to, and it comforts and grounds him in a less tangible way than his obsession with photographs. Ritsuka is also a boy who very rarely allows other people to get close to him. Other people forget. Other people disappear. And nothing he does can change that.

Knowing this, it's understandable, really, how isolated Ritsuka has become since being uprooted from one prison to the next. Roxas, the only boy who has understood Ritsuka on such an unfathomably deep level, was among those who disappeared. Just days before they were moved, the metaphorical rug had already been yanked from under Ritsuka's feet with the realization that his brother has not been dead these past months, just simply gone from Ritsuka's life. It had shattered and reformed his bond with Soubi, a bond he values more than ever now for its strength and its surety.

But all this change left Ritsuka exhausted and unwilling to engage with the others. He heard from Soubi of Yuiko's arrival and equally sudden departure, his regret at missing her matched only by his relief that he did.

He has spent every day since he arrived in quiet isolation. He and Soubi moved into a small apartment in sector four together, and Ritsuka has focused what little energy he has on busywork - cleaning and rearranging things in the apartment, learning how to make simple dishes, inhaling the books Soubi brings home from the library for him. Sleeping.

But most of all, he has spent hours poring over his photographs: organizing, cleaning, creating a careful display on his bedroom wall. The display has spilled out into the living room, though he uses frames for those, selecting the most precious photographs that he thinks Soubi will also find important. It's a long process; Ritsuka has to pause over each picture and remind himself of the memories associated with it, has to be absolutely sure he does not forget. He's surprised to find it helps more than his Wednesday appointments back home.

Then he's taking his album off the shelf and accidentally knocks his communicator to the floor. He hasn't worn it since the first few days in the new prison, so it feels weird when he puts it on again, but he does. He turns it on, scans some of the other messages, not recognizing half of the people. He doesn't really enjoy talking to strangers. He almost turns it off without posting anything, but reconsiders at the last second.]

I might go read in the library tomorrow. [his grip tightens on the photo album in his hand, cat ears flattening against his head] If anyone knows of a good place to sit, I'd like some recommendations.

[Yeah, it's about as awkward as he thought it was going to be. Ritsuka quickly shuts off the communicator - he'll check if he gets any replies later - and, face flushing, goes to plunk down in an armchair to wait for Soubi to get home.]

[ if you've seen any of the fliers that Soubi had taken the liberty of posting over the last few days, then you know that Marina Nova's first art class is being held outdoors at Quatro Park in Sector 4. Soubi has an assistant, today--Reki's come along to join him, and will be helping out during class.

if you still have your sketch books from classes at Marina, then Soubi lets you know that you're free to use them--and if not, then he has fresh ones on hand. there is a table set up and piled with various media: colored pencils, chalk, pastels, and even some paints. the supplies are there to be experimented with, and they're for anyone's use.

the focus of today's class is color.

Soubi's made up some color wheels, and you all get one. he talks about analogous colors and complementary colors, and how colors behave in context--what colors make others seem brighter, and how color can even make a shape appear larger or smaller, depending on its use. he has everyone draw a red square against five different background colors--black, white, orange, light blue, and green--and points out how differently the red behaves with each of them.

and with theory out of the way, he sets everyone free to do as they like. the park is colorful enough to provide some inspiration. both he and Reki will be around, so feel free to speak with either of them, and talk among yourselves. ]

(ooc: i wanted to get this post up before the end of the week--but unfortunately, i won't have internet again until late on monday. so apologies if tags are slow and/or nonexistent until then! )

[When Wally woke up this morning he found out that his friends that arrived yesterday were gone and that gave him conflicted feelings. He knows it's better off that their not stuck here but he's going to miss them.

Which is why he's currently on the couch at Robin and Zatanna's apartment with a carton of ice cream sitting in his lap and a spoon in his hand. He takes a big scoop of the ice cream and puts it in his mouth before speaking, his annoyance at recent events obvious by his tone.]

I must say my first few days here have been anything less than boring. With the glitches, people coming and going, and now it appears that I'm not only trapped at this underwater paradise but in the apartment as well. I just can't wait to see what happens next.

[He puts another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.]

Seriously, is it always this hectic around here or was I just lucky enough to show up at the right time?

[In the residential area of Sector 4, there is a girl crying.

Loudly.]

U-U-UWAAAAAA!

[First, she woke up in an unfamiliar place. Then, she noticed the bright orange jumpsuit she's wearing. Then, the blue thingy on her head, and the information scrolling by, and. And. Crimes? Loitering? Trespassing? Littering?! But -- But she --

Poor Yuiko doesn't know what to do. She's confused, and lost, and she knows she shouldn't be crying like this, she's twelve years old, but... She just... She can't help it. The more she tried not to cry, and the more she tries to stop herself, the harder she sobs.]

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.

[ First things first: queue the music. Then proceed to witness how to fail at network settings.

See, the thing about FROTHING RAGE while trying to chase a roiling basketball-sized robot along the corridors of the Education Center is that one's fingers might just not be stable enough to press the right buttons -- ]

OI LYLE!!

[ -- and/or utter sounds that are supposed to be names that might not be recognized by the communicator. The footage shows a green haro rolling and flapping at points to make a turn. ]

Tell your damn robot to give me my smokes back! Damn it, I turn around one minute --

[ And Frederick's tinny voice cuts her off as he flaps in righteous indignation. ]

Smoking! Bad for health! Bad for health!

Don't tell me what to do with my lungs, you little-- !!

[ And the chase is on! The footage goes for a minute or so until Reki realizes her accidental broadcast, makes a "tch!" sound and cuts the feed. ]


(( OOC: Call out/laugh at Reki on her fail and get Frederick's input! Please indicate on the subject line or anywhere in your tag if you want Frederick to respond as well X3 ))
 

[Cain is out and about today, despite still needing rest from the day before. He used his powers so, so much that feels hung over today. He's scuffed up and his eye is bandaged, so he's not in the best condition anyone has seen him in. You may also notice a thin silver band over his mess of scars on his neck.]

[ooc: Cain has to complete three punishments. He will be available for video the entire time, but you may bother him during or after either action]

( Catch Cain sweeping the beach )
( Or find him making statue poses )
( Or would you like to play a game? )

Warning: Birdman thread (abuse/ disturbing violence)

Hello everyone,

For those of you who don't know me, I'm Euphemia or Euphie, and I wanted to talk to you all about the school and the welcoming committee now that we've had a little bit of time to adjust to these new surroundings and situation. [She smiles softly, knowing all too well how big a shock all of this was. She felt it herself.]

[School]
I have spoken to the wardens, and I want you to know they do support education and organizations, so the school will continue. We have lost several classes [teachers] over the last couple of weeks, so please let me know if you are interested in hosting a class. It's all right if you don't have prior experience!

Some of the classes that we've had in the past or people have expressed interest in which we're looking for especially are mathematics, science, cooking, literature, various languages especially English and Japanese, and philosophy. Of course anything is welcome.

To our current staff, please resume your schedule as soon as you feel able, and if you want to make any changes let me know so I can update our catalog. If anyone has experience or the desire to help oversee the school, please let me know. I think it's best when we have a headmaster.

If anyone needs a catalog, let me know, and I'll have it sent to you.

[Welcoming Committee]
As for the welcome baskets, the wardens would rather not place them with new arrivals as Sentience had done. Instead, I'm pleased to say PM will deliver them through the Post Office. They will arrive a little later, but I think they'll still be helpful. Please let me know if you're interested in helping to prepare them.

For now they won't have the brochure since so much has changed, and it's still changing as we learn about this place. I don't want to provide anyone with incorrect information. Hopefully we can include it again soon.

I think that's everything. Please let me know what you think and if you'd like to help with anything.

(OOC: Add a class. See current school schedule. Add a school-related organization. More on the school. More on Welcome Baskets.)

[Welcome to Sector 0, home of the request kiosk, various facility buildings, and a wide array of street food stands.

Also, today only, it features a bright red photo booth. Just slip behind the curtain, press the button, and smile pretty for the snapshots it will take of you and whomever or whatever else you pull in with you. The photos will process and print inside the machine and spit out a strip of four photos for you to keep.

Take a picture. It will last longer...]


(OOC: Threads can take place any time of day, anywhere in Sector 0.)

[You're in a new prison and free!

Well, free to look around anyway. Maybe you'll pick your pet up from the pet cafe or search the pile for your personal items before someone else gets to them first. You could be inspecting the barrier around sector six. Did you just hear something scratching it from the other side? Maybe you want to find the nearest clothing store and upgrade from prisoner-chic to something a little more you. Maybe you appeared somewhere awkward and could use a hand with that. It could be you're just wandering around, familiarizing yourself with the new space.

Whatever it is, you're welcome to do it here.]