MarinaNova Asylum

[Tear's always been up before the announcements or artificial sun. Habit born from training first thing in the day, even before eating or other concerns... until recently. Lately, she's risen early not to practice but to observe the facility and its cogs come to life. In order to take notes, to continue planning. To leave.

She's up to do the same like the other mornings before, though it becomes apparent soon enough that's this morning isn't remotely like always. Being as clockwork as she is herself, she knows when something is definitely up, when no rising light gradually comes when it's about time to or no obnoxious-- and supposedly witty-- commentary from one or the other Warden that she only barely listens to anymore.

Even setting aside being a prison veteran, she feels neither panic nor worry over it, though-- yet. In fact, as terrible as it might be, she wonders if it's actually luck, after everything. The unresponsive sentinels along the way to the central sector, and the fact that no more make their way out to the streets, only raise her hopes, as does the darkened kiosk. She otherwise ignores it as she runs past to her goal: the charging facility. Its door and exterior remain as fortified as ever, but there are no longer any functioning guard to act as discouragement. All the better for her.

Casting a small orb of light, she raises it high to illuminate her immediate area with a soft glow; while hardly a piercing beacon, it's noticeable enough to possibly attract any nearby inmates-- or other things lurking in the dark. But even if that, and the flashes as she begins to pelt the building with a barrage of fireballs, happen to be obscured, the sounds from it all should certainly bear investigating]

[ There were blankets set out in the lush parks of the prison, and on top a feast was spread out. Fine china and chubby pots of tea, delicate cake trays filled with tarts, biscuits and sandwiches; yes, anything the hungry and weary prisoners could wish for was laid out for their convenience.

The sun was shining brightly and a playful breeze rustles the leaves of the trees. Surely a wonderful day for a tea party! ]


((ooc: Mingle for your mingling needs! Event information can be found here! ))

[ It's been a long day. An eternity or perhaps just a few minutes, seconds, heartbeats since he woke up to an empty bed and an even emptier apartment. It wasn't too hard to swallow back the panic at first, keep it at bay with positive thinking and the stubborn task of looking in every nook and cranny, of testing the line over and over and over again because sooner or later he would turn up. He'd pick up the call. He was probably just busy, or out in Sector 6 or taking a bath.

He'd show up, sooner or later.

Morning turns to day turns to evening and he's still alone. By now the panic is all-consuming, squeezing at his heart until he can't even breathe. Fingers shaking, Aidan flicks on the audio feed. One last ditch effort. ]

Has anyone- [ But he stops himself there. Sometimes you know the answer all too well. So well that you don't want it confirmed more than you've already done yourself. He draws a deep breath, steadies himself for another short minute. ]

If anyone wants t' know... I know he had a few friends here. Probably more than he knew. Helix is...

Helix is gone.

[ With that he cuts the feed, abruptly, tugs the headpiece off just as frantically before heading down to the beach. He can't think of any other place to go. ]


((ooc: Anyone is welcome to find him down at the beach! Audio responses will be icly delayed seeing as he's pretty damn heartbroken, but they will be responded to eventually. ))

[ Hello Marina! Is that the sun - the actual sun, somehow managing to penetrate miles and miles of harsh, unforgiving ocean? Is it a spotlight streaming down on the source of some incredible drama?

No, it's a young 'man' in a motorcycle helmet, lounging against a Vespa to make 'his' first-ever network broadcast. Hold onto your hearts. ]

Yo. Is there a mechanic in the house?

[ On second thought, maybe she better remove her headgear. Tossing her bangs, Haruka takes the helmet off - her hair flows; the air glitters. Apparently unaware of this nonsense, she fixes the camera with a brilliant, slightly mischievous smile. ]

I've got a little project.

[ Alternatively, you can find Haruka puttering around on her new toy vehicle - or, if you're in the Pa-Ching Arcade, peering over your shoulder and watching you play. It doesn't matter what game you're a fan of; she's checking out your skills (and if you're a girl, probably checking you out, too). Just...not announcing her presence. Yet. ]

Voice; private to Michiru

I found the beach. Shall we cruise it?

[Well this is new. Not that he didn't deserve to be in prison considering the amount of crimes he's committed over the years, even if they'd been in the name of pursuing truth and justice. Illegal was illegal, right?]

[He's not sure what to do right now, but he needs to figure it out, so he takes a deep breath and turns on the camera. An image of an attractive, late twenty-something year old man with light blonde hair and brown eyes appears. He's not smiling, and mostly he just looks very tired. There's a long red gash across his right cheek that looks fresh.]

Hey. I'm new here. [Now he hesitates. He doesn't know what to expect, or what to say next. A first for him, really. He always seemed to say whatever people wanted to hear. Or needed to hear.]

I'm Oliver Queen.

Hello, everyone, oldbies and newbies alike! My name is Aradia, for those of you that don't know me, and I have a proposition for you all.

I've found that the vast beauty of Sector 6 seems to be neglected, unless used for unsavory purposes, and I'd like to fix that! It would really be a shame to let such an interesting environment go unappreciated.

My solution is -- I'd like to set up an exploration team! Anyone and everyone is welcome, though I must stress that cruel and deliberate harm done to any living creature within will not be tolerated. This will be for adventure, not for you to work off violent tendencies.

I'll do my best to round up suitable gear for everyone interested, though any help would be appreciated. Right now, I'm just aiming to get a general idea of interest.

[ aradia sees absolutely no harm in this idea. honestly. sector 6 might be dangerous, but she, personally, is used to that kind of danger, and it doesn't phase her that she is essentially inviting in newbies with very little grasp on marina in general into somewhere like that -- they're capable of handling themselves, right? she's just being friendly. ]

[ Haruka has an advantage over the other new arrivals - she's had the good fortune to encounter someone she knows from home. Someone she knows very well, in fact. And whom she's apparently abandoned here for the past three months.

Not that Michiru blames her. They've spoken about the asylum, and even started moving Haruka into Michiru's apartment. (Naiad the Eevee doesn't seem to mind.) But Haruka can't shake her uneasiness. If she'd had to sit here, stewing, away from everything she knows....

Well, she'd probably bear it better than she thinks. So this walk was supposed to clear her head.

Yet here she stands outside a jewelry shop in Sector 4, pondering the wares. In her new slacks and jacket, she looks like a man who's been here forever - unless anybody looks down to notice the new-arrival anklet poking out of her cuff. She's also temporarily taken off her communicator - yeah, she knows she needs it, but wow is it gonna take some getting used to.

And wow, random passerby, is this "gentleman" absorbed in his perusal of the shop window. You could probably cut glass with that stare. ]

[[ooc: Test drive thread used as "canon" with Michiru-mun's approval! Come bother the sappy girlfriend newcomer.]]

 [The call to those placed in abandonment therapy simply says to head to the Sector 5 prayer facility, and that's all-- not even that this has to do with those insecure feelings of yours. Posted arrows point the way down to the meditation room that has been filled up with several tables, two completely lined with coffees, teas, and bite sized refreshments ranging from cookies and pastries to sliced fruit and veggies. Plates and napkins are stacked up, and if you want a fork, they're there too.

The third table is larger and round, for that feeling of closeness, with chairs set up and for each seat a set of papers is waiting neatly on the table surface along with a pen. Topmost is a questionnaire with instructions to put detailed responses, be honest, and discuss with another attendee, with questions such as:

• Do you get anxious if you cannot see or speak to someone close to you at any given moment?
• Are you constantly haunted by the idea that someone may eventually leave you?
• Do you put up with negative or even abusive behavior from someone just to keep from being alone?
• Did someone important to you exit your life when you were young? How did you feel?
• What exactly are you afraid of, beyond the indistinct label of "being abandoned"?

The second is a page with the heading "Make a list of all the people in your life, and determine how devastated you would be if those people left and why. Try to cut the unhealthy relationships, and distance a bit from even the good to build your independence!" and a few extra blank sheets of paper in case the one isn't enough.

Small cards are also scattered in the center of the table, printed with positive tips to help the process of healing.

[Anyone brought to this group will find that there are tables set up around the perimeter of the room, one with snacks and drinks, some even with art supplies on them, while the chairs are all pushed into a circle in the middle. There is a projector set up to one side and it flashes images every so often onto the wall. Images of children, adults, the elderly with the young--some of them more formal, posed, others candid as the brief moments of life they were. Some of these images might even be familiar to certain inmates. It shouldn't be hard for them to pick out their own families after all.

In the center of the circle of chairs is a table with a large bowl of treats, wrapped candies of various sorts. Hard candies, caramels, chocolates, taffy. Beside the bowl is a set of cards with instructions written on the back of them.

"Select a card and read the question aloud to the group. Whoever answers the question gets to choose a reward from the bowl and then select the next card. Continue until all of the cards have been viewed or the bowl is empty. More than one person can answer--the first to respond gets to select the next card. If no one volunteers, the card picker gets to select a person."

The cards themselves have a variety of questions and tasks, but they all have a very similar theme.]

( Possible Questions )
{OOC: Mingle! These questions are not the only ones. Feel free to come up with more. Also the candy in the bowl is spiked just like the pastries and coffee, so the more characters eat...you get the picture.}

[ It's a sweltering hot day under the sea! Luckily the wardens have provided the necessary means to keep cool: whether you're sunbathing at the beach, sniping your fellow inmates with a fully loaded super soaker or just cooling off under a tree with a cold treat, this is the place to do it! ]


(( ooc: Mingle away! You are of course encouraged to make your own posts and mingles for this event, should you want to! Event information can be found over HERE! ))

[Nunnally's mostly managed to get the sand out of her hair at this point. She almost looks like her normal self now! Except for that hideous jumpsuit. One might be expecting her to start protesting innocence or launching a tirade against the wardens, but Nunnally seems worried, not indignant.]

Excuse me, everyone.

This may sound strange, but I went to sleep in another underwater dome called Marina Asylum and woke up here. Did something bad happen? It didn't seem like they would need to transfer people...

[Private to Euphie]

[The communicator is similar enough that Nunnally switches the feed to private. She could wait, but not knowing is the worst. There's no Suzaku to be found, but the communicator does recognize Euphie. Thank goodness...]

Euphie? Are you all right?

[ Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening! A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland inside-out snowglobe at the bottom of the sea!

The prison is sparkly-white on this fine, crisp day, covered in a thick, fluffy layer of pristine snow. Bots are keeping the walkways free and safe for organic travel, but it isn't hard to find spaces fit for snowball fights, fort-building or snow angels! If the chill gets to you, there's plenty of hot, seasonal beverages readily available, along with other christmas-y snacks. Maybe you'd like to visit the Santa exhibit at the museum, or do a little last-minute shopping for presents? Perhaps you're already set to celebrate the holiday!

Whatever it is you want to do, this is the place to do it! ]

(( ooc: Mingle to your hearts contents! Event info can be found over here! ))

[Euphie's voice is soft and she omits the video this time, opting only for sound, which she very rarely does.]

I just wanted to thank everyone for their help in the other prison. I'm extremely sorry for the the things I said and did. I'm especially sorry to those I hurt and scared. I'm not feeling any of those urges anymore since we returned. I hope I never do again.

[She pauses, wanting to say more. Wanting to put it right. But what can she say? She called for the deaths of innocent people. She considers offering to leave the school to someone else's care, but she also doesn't want to burden anyone. In the end, there's not much more to say. She isn't looking for sympathy. She just wants people to know they're safe.] Thank you for your time.

[Private | Yuuki]
Yuuki, I... [Her voice shakes a bit.] Are you feeling better?

[Private | Housemates]
I would understand if you don't feel comfortable living with me anymore.

[Look who's back. Back again. Look who's back tell a friend. He looks livid but more rational, for now.]

How could I possibly have been asleep for 45 days?!

[ It's a wonderful, stormy day here in Squall Asylum and vacation time is officially over! Your gracious overlords have worked out a light itinerary for you today and they expect you to keep it.

Get in line to pick up your food rations for the day. Eat breakfast if you have time for it, or perhaps you'd rather skip this one time and save yourself the discomfort during the two hours of exercise that follow. Jogging, jumping jacks or perhaps impromptu team sports, whatever you end up doing you bet you'll come out exercised in the end!

Should you not want to participate... well. We have ways to make you join in. Anyone reluctant to get their heart rate up will get a helpful electric prod by one of the bots until they comply. Tough cookies.

Luckily you'll get a chance to wash off that sweat (hope you're not shy, the wash room can get crowded) before it's time for the silent game for an hour, followed by lunch. The day is not over yet though! There's still time for a couple of hours of hard labor tending to the crops, doing laundry or perhaps breaking bricks in the yard. To make sure none of the inmates are broken this is also the time for mandatory physical checkups — bots will guide you to the hospital. No ifs or buts. The violation of personal privacy is for your own good, we promise.

Isn't it nice, being in prison? ]

((ooc: This mingle takes place during all of day 222. A bullet-point for of the itinerary can be found here, where we also encourage you to direct any questions. Event info is here if you need it. ))

[The video opens to a pale hand groping pitifully at the floor, where the communicator is filming. She must have knocked it when she went fishing for it. With blue-tinged fingernails, the hand finally nabs the comm and drags it upwards, bypassing a plate of what looks like yesterday's dinner (fried rice with cabbage and root vegetables). The food is untouched.]

[Saya's face comes into view. She's trembling, eyes dull and barely open, skin so pale it's nearly translucent.]

...Zero? [Her voice is as small and shaky and devoid of vitality as the rest of her.] And Yuuki, and Aidan... Tear? Laura? I need to... see you. Please?

[Too late to wish for her bed, or a last trip to the sea. Saya won't make it back, if they even are going back. One last image of the people she cares most about will be the best she can do for the last things she'll ever see.]

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((OOC: Saya's final post in Marina. She'll be falling into hibernation after this and dropped from the game. Thanks to everyone who played with her, it's been a great few years!))

[action | open]
( The musings and wanderings of a depowered mutant )

[video | defense force filter]
Our new warden made this sound temporary. I guess we'll see about that. Since this place isn't set up in sectors, and we're missing some leaders* I'm going to do some temporary shuffling. When [If] we get back we'll need to select some more leaders. Until then, listen up because these are the assignments:

Sectors 0, 2, and 6 are under me. We'll watch the living quarters.

Sectors 3 and 1 combine under Jack. You take the yard.

Sectors 5 and 4 combine under Buffy. Handle the extra areas. Putting a fence up around that farm was like tying a ribbon around it, and everyone wants to open their present. [Including one of our own apparently.]

Anyone who is not combat ready without powers can assist dispatch or investigative. Do not engage if you can't handle it. You're not being brave; you're making it harder on everyone around you. Don't make me babysit. You know who you are.

Dispatch, keep doing what you do. Feed us any information we need from the network and route teams if we get a distress call. We stay in contact with each other through them.

No headquarters yet. We've barely got enough rooms to go around as it is, but I need the investigative team working this from every angle. If you're on a combat team and the investigative team consider yourself all investigation for now unless you're also a team leader. [Yes, Jack, that means you.] Reid's in charge with Derek gone.

We've already got a known situation with Euphie and the green one. [Realizing she doesn't know his name.] Report if you've got it under control otherwise I want all teams on the watch for them. Expect more trouble. New setting, new wardens, no rules. People are going to be pushing the boundaries. Push back.

Got issues? Let's hear it.

( OOC )

[There are so many things Euphie would like to do today. She would like to inspire and reassure people not to lose heart in this trying situation. She would love to motivate people to work together, using their strengths to the best of their abilities. They could make their meals together! They could entertain each other. They could do so many things.

But, right now, there is one thing she wants more than any of that.]

Good morning, everyone!

I hope you all slept well. We have a lot to accomplish today, so we need to get started! Please look around and see if there is anything you can use as a weapon and then please use it to kill any Japanese people you find! And if you are Japanese it would be very helpful if you could just kill yourself!

Once they are all dead, dead, dead maybe we could play a word game!


(OOC: So, that geass (see also: compulsion) of Euphie's? It was "fixed" in game. Right now? It's unfixed and with powers off it'll be staying that way for the next two days which means she's going to be trying to kill all the Japanese inmates. I am totally open to having her hurt people and having her get hurt or locked up or encouraged or anything ever. Just no killing my girl. Aaaand go!)

[Wake up and smell the lack of coffee. You're on a bunk bed. Maybe you're a top and maybe you're a bottom. There are five other people in your room. Maybe they're friends or enemies or faces you barely recognize if at all. It doesn't matter much. You can leave this room and you don't need to come back to it.

You should get your rations though. You're probably hungry. You're definitely a little sluggish of body. What happened to that bruise you got sparing yesterday? What happened to your newly dyed hair? Mystery, mystery... Move along. Find the public bathrooms and do your business with a hundred of your closest friends.

Find the kiosk and get your rations. Careful not to let anyone steal them. You won't get more until tomorrow and the bots won't care. They aren't here to hold your hand. If you get sick or hurt and they deem it necessary they will take you to the hospital whether you wish it or not. But why dwell on such things? You're here now and you might as well enjoy it. You even get a free day today.]

(OOC: OOC info. This mingle takes place in the Main shelter over the morning hours.

[Buffy appears on the screen with her 'General' expression on. She's all business right now.]

Okay, so you've heard that the situation seems to be going down...or south or six feet under---let's stay away from that one. Anyway the Defense Force is working on doing what we can to keep everyone safe. We've got a plan for this! Really. Or you know...we've been working on one the last few days. Kitty is doing the 'business' side of things which leaves me to do the PR side of things.

Obviously, things on the scary and creepy scale is rising, but we don't need to panic. That's a movie, isn't it, Xander? Don't panic? Right, back to the plan. No panicking. Get to a centralized area like the Athletic Complex or some other large building. Bring a blanket, pillow and make a slumber party of it. The Defense Force is going to be doing patrols and checking in on everyone.

[ Locked to the Defense Force ]

Okay, so investigative team needs to be investigating. We need to be patrolling, making sure that people are okay and maybe suggesting they go to one of the more central buildings in the different sectors. As I mentioned, Kitty is all over the detail side of things and the Plan B things. Not that we're going to need a plan B. Plan A hasn't even panned all the way out yet. If you've got questions, you can talk to me or Kitty. Buffy in charge will definitely not be a trending thing. It's just a trying to fill in so Kitty can do important things.

[Buffy can be found in any of the 'safe' buildings or in the Defense Force headquarters at various times. She's doing exactly what is advertised on the tin, patrolling and trying to organize things so that Kitty can work on other things.]