MarinaNova Asylum

AUDIO // PRIVATE TO CHUCK & TON

I apologize for not getting back to you sooner about your invitation, but the general and I would be happy to join you for dinner. That is, if the offer still stands.

VIDEO // OPEN

Good morning, residents of MarinaNova. My name is Princess Leia Organa. I'm hesitant to refer to us as "citizens," for we're all prisoners within this facility, regardless of whether we enjoy our accommodations or feel deserving of our sentences. I apologize to anyone who has recently arrived to the prison, for perhaps that makes my question poorly timed, but the influx of new inmates reminded me of something I must ask.

Who is and isn't from a planet called Earth? I am not, and I hadn't heard of it until I was brought here. I come from a world called Alderaan in a galaxy I'm sure most of you have never been to before. [ though some of them may have seen, as has been the case with a few. ] Surely I'm not the only one who finds it odd that an intergalactic, multidimensional serving rehabilitation center favors the population of this one world over those from other systems.

[There is a man with an English accent waving at the camera as the video clicks on. He looks friendly but worried as the ridges on his forehead seem to indicate.]

Hello! I hope someone is able to hear and understand me! This communicator seems to have an inbuilt translation programme as I was able to understand our graceful hosts just fine, but … you never know, right? [He catches himself before he goes on rambling.]

Anyway. I’m the Doctor. I just came here and am now wondering if anyone is able to help me out? The introduction was rather informative already, but some experience reports would be appreciated. How long have all of you been here? What planets are you from? Which time period?

[Some of the worry seems to leave his face as he talks, it being replaced with a small but friendly smile. It disappears again quickly however as he remembers something he should ask as well.]

Oh, and have any of you seen or heard of someone named Clara Oswald? A human, bossy, brunette and short teacher? [He indicates her supposed height with his hand.] If someone could point me in her general direction I would really appreciate it.

Doctor, over and out! [With another small smile, he ends the message.]

[Action]

[Wally has always loved Christmas and even the idea of celebrating it in prison wasn't going to change that, especially when this provides him with a chance to cheer up the others after Robin's departure and their two day "vacation" at Squall. He really thinks they could all use some fun, even if it only serves as a temporary distraction from everything that's happened. Also, Artemis and Zatanna apparently missed celebrating the holiday back home, and he figures it's his duty to try and give them the best possible Christmas he can to make up for it.

And to do that, there has to be presents, lights, decorations, and they'll need to get a tree for the apartment. A real tree; not one of those fake ones that pretend to be a tree. Those are completely unacceptable in the West household and he will not make an exception this time.

So Wally is a teenage boy on a mission as he excitedly goes from store to store in search of the perfect gifts for all of his friends and other holiday items.]

[Voice - Private to Zatanna]

[Later, Wally had managed to get gifts for everyone on his list save one and is at a complete loss on what to get that person, which is why he reluctantly decided to ask their resident magician for some help.]

Hey, are you busy right now?


[OOC: Feel free to run into this overly enthusiastic redhead at any of the stores that are selling Christmas related products, or catching him as he's making his way from one store to the next]

<sub>[He didn't expect for a prison to look like this. Where were the bars and shackles? It seemed the wardens were thoroughly convinced an ankle monitor would be enough to control their prisoners. At first he hat thought he was captured for the sake of capturing or taken by a familiar enemy but the wardens claimed no association with his enemies, even after reading off a list of crimes he had committed that only an obsessive enemy would bother to compile.

Now he was outside in what looked like a city. What type of prison was this? Surely the city was just a friendly looking act hiding the real life of the inmates. The Doctor found a bench and took a seat. Pulling up his leg and the orange material, he stopped to have a look at the ankle monitor. This device would be difficult to remove any time soon without his sonic screwdriver. At least the wardens had not realized the psychic paper was more than a blank notebook.

After examining the monitor he turned on the network device he had been issued. It wouldn't hurt to greet the other inmates and find out what type of people had also been imprisoned. After fooling around pressing buttons he finally started a feed.]</sub>

Hello! I just arrived here and I'd like to speak with any prisoners who have been here for a while. I'd like to meet with you and talk about our situation and whatever the wardens left out of the introduction speech. I appear to be in "Sector Zero" right now.

_{[As he sends out this message he looks around the area. Perhaps there were other prisoners nearby willing to speak with him.]}