MarinaNova Asylum

[ although the morning's rain prevented them from getting an early start on setting up, quinn and rebekah have managed to pull everything off in time for the dance to start. there's tables to sit at when you don't feel like dancing or enjoying the surf, lots of hawaiian-themed snacks and desserts to eat, grass skirts and leis available for those who wish to wear them, lanterns and torches everywhere, with live music provided by quinn, oz, jack, lacus, and anyone else who wishes to get up and sing!

the only thing this party's lacking is the booze, per quinn's intentions of having this be an alcohol-free party. however, that doesn't mean someone isn't going to spike the punch when she's not looking, so if you were planning on doing so -- have at it!

so, go ahead and dance it up with your dates, mingle with some new cr, hop around, and threadjack to your heart's content. festivities will carry on until sometime after midnight when clean up will commence. enjoy! ]

Hey. Terry McGinnis. [Terry waves to the camera, easy-going smile on his face.] I've been here about a week, but I never officially introduced myself. [he raises an arm in greeting.] Here I am.

[The smile fades, but he keeps his expression neutral.] So what do you guys think about this whole clone thing? Do you buy it? You think there's a difference, or that people can tell the difference?

And would you want them to.

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[There was something that had been on the Doctor's mind for a while now and he was unsure how he should go about asking. It was a rather big step for the two of them, bigger than anything they'd done before. Much bigger than promising forever. Well, it seemed like that for him at any rate, though really it was sort of the same thing, at least inside the prison.

So he'd decided to make a big to-do about it and came to the conclusion he should make dinner and try for a proper date before he asked Rose.]

It's a surprise! Come back in a few hours. [He'd told Rose before shooing her out of her/their flat, locking the door behind her so he'd have complete privacy to make his feast.

Unfortunately cooking was not his strong suit.]

[Kitty has been teaching Advanced Technology for awhile now, but it feels like students in this "school" are an ever rotating thing, so she tries to keep classes self contained. She's also not much for lectures, so most classes are about practical demonstrations or problem solving. She didn't have a lot of formal training herself. Technology is just something she's always had an affinity too. Genius level, but in this dome you can throw a stick and find that it seems. Still, she had a lot of practice fixing and adapting various machines. Her world didn't exactly have repair people or tech support to call anymore. You're lucky to find some looted shell and put something together with it. That's what today's lesson is about.

Everyone will walk in to find some kind of machine on every desk. It might be a computer, toaster, clock, DVD player, segway, etc. Pick your desk and your poison. There's also a set of basic tools up front. Share nicely, kids.]

They're all broken. By the end of class, they won't be. Figure it out. Feel free to discuss amongst yourselves.

(OOC: You can assume your character has been to this class many times before or it's their first time. Mingle format, so just tag yourself in and tag your fellow classmates. You can talk to Kitty here.)

[Visual opens on a dark skinned woman who looks peeved, but talks with a hint of amusement.]
I like the color orange as well as the next person. But really now? Clothing me in it from head to toe? That's a bit much.

[Her face turns hard now.] I've had a really bad day and I don't need to add this as icing on the cake. You'd really do much better to let me go right now.

After four days to settle himself in and one massive celebration, the Doctor decided to venture out to do some exploring, particularly in Sector 2. He'd gotten up extra early for it, trying his hardest not to wake Rose up while shuffling around her flat. Well, their flat really, but it'd been her first and he wasn't used to the idea of it being his as well. He hoped she didn't mind, as he wasn't going to Sector 6. He'd promised.

At least he made breakfast first? It wasn't much. Just a bunch of burnt toast all laid out for her enjoyment.

With a fresh suit and a pair of trainers, the Doctor headed out into the city. First thing was first; locate the area he'd been told about and ask for Kitty Pryde.

Happy Anniversary, Marina Nova!

The bots have been busy cleaning up the dome and setting up decorations for this momentous occasion, and by now there isn't a nook or cranny left un-pimped! Bright blue MarinaNova flags wave happily in the artificial breeze together with the colorful ribbons that have been wrapped around poles. The streets are illuminated by strings of lights and paper lanterns and each sector gate has been lovingly decorated with fragrant flower garlands.

Of course, that is far from all! There wouldn't be much of a festival without entertainment and your loving wardens have made absolutely sure that there's something for everyone!

( Let the celebrations begin! )

Enjoy!

[Visual of Jack wandering around the athletics complex. He's fully dressed this time, in a pretty good approximation of his normal outfit from back home. On the surface, he looks just as relaxed and nonchalant as he did in his first transmission from the beach but, now just as then, there's a lot of bitter anger just beneath the surface.]

So. I've got this punishment I have to do.

[And yes, it really has taken him the best part of two days to admit he has to do this. He tried to stick it out, not wanting to give those two damn AIs the satisfaction of seeing him submit to their demands, but there's only so long he can make it not being able to touch Ianto. ( Cut for language and length )

I have to organise some kind of sports event, so I'm going to need some volunteers. Now I was thinking naked beach volleyball, but then I realised that might not go down quite so well in some quarters, so how about normal 21st century beach volleyball? A net down on the beach, a ball, four players, and some cute swimwear?

Anyone here up for that?

[He gives the camera a hopeful look, all dimpled smiles and big puppy dog eyes.]

[Jack's been here a couple of hours. He spent the first hour disbelieving and furious, but wary of letting that show too much after his initial, instinctive bout of yelling – which he didn't broadcast, although sorely tempted to, because he's been kidnapped before and he doesn't want to get in too much trouble until he knows far better what he's up against. So he kept his head down and started exploring to get the lay of the land and find out what he had to work with here.

[And then he found the beach. He'd never lost his love of the sea from growing up beside an ocean, and he was out of the horrible orange jumpsuit and into the water before he'd even thought about it. Even if the waves and the sun on his back weren't quite natural, an hour or so of vigorous swimming calmed him down a lot. Enough to make his first transmission on the network with a decent amount of composure and a fair imitation of his normal cocky grin.

[He's still naked, by the way. It's kind of lucky (or maybe not, depending on your point of view) that the video doesn't extend below the waist. Not that Jack cares what you see. He's sprawled on the beach, the waves breaking gently behind him, feeling the sun on his tanned skin, and he's smiling. After all these years of practice, it's a pretty convincing smile.]

So. MarinaNova. [He rolls the name around his mouth, trying it out.] What've we got? Any hot babes here? Or hot guys – I'm really not picky. Maybe some Italian stud who actually looks good in orange? There'd better be something good to pass the time if I'm supposed to be here for the rest of my life!

[The broadcast begins in voice only. Briefly there's the sound of static, followed by the sounds of fumbling.]

Oi!

[Finally the video feed clicks on, revealing the face of yet another pissed off new prisoner. Well, maybe a not so new face, but still a new arrival. He mutters something to himself in an alien language, taking a moment to look at his lovely new duds and anklet again before looking seriously into the camera.]

Of all the beings here, I probably deserve this the most. But, I want you to think about just one thing. Do you really want to see what happens with a confined Time Lord?

[Look at that! He's already lying. Well, stretching the truth a little bit. Now that he's finished threatening the wardens, he moves on to another topic. His expression softens a bit and he smirks.]

Now as I understand it, doing anything short of looking at someone wrong lands you here. Chances are I already know some of you. Apparently I have that effect on people. [He chuckles] Anyone match that description?