MarinaNova Asylum

[ This is Aidan's 263rd day in prison, not that he keeps count more than uh, nine months or somethin'. Whether it's nine months or somethin' or exactly 263 days, it's a long time to be in one place when you don't want to be and even more so, it makes you realise just how much has changed. With you, with the people around you, with the place. He arrived in a different prison altogether, four years younger, in love with someone who hasn't been here in forever, fingers intact and not a scar on his body.

He has scars now. He's lost friends, loved ones, body parts, himself. Things keep changing around him, keep changing him and today is the perfect kind of dreary, rainy day where you feel like maybe it's time you change something for once. Maybe he could shave, or get his hair cut. Yeah, those are good ideas. Maybe he could even get a dog, he's wanted one forever but never took the plunge and what's the harm if the dog is digital? He could get a dog.

He could get a tattoo.

That last part nags at him, won't let go with how perfect it is. He has scars he never wanted and what better way to combat that but put some art on his already ruined skin? Something nice, something personal, a statement that he still knows who he is after all this time. Yes, a tattoo. The question is, of course, what kind? Grabbing a book at the library, Aidan settles down at Bean Crushers with a cup of coffee and a whole lot of indecision. Help? Maybe come with him when he goes to actually do it, because he absolutely will? ]

[ John is sitting... well it's probably the room of his floor. As usual he's got a cigarette in his mouth, but now he's flashing around a fancy lighter. He's got chalk with him, so Lord only knows what sort of seal or spell he is trying to perform this time to test his magic. ]

Now, living normal happy lives is all nice and dandy. For the people that lead that sort of thing. Me? I walk the darker side of life. I don't suppose any of you lot know if any places in this prison have darker corners things like to hide in.

Action – closed to Ianto

He's finishing getting dressed and bending to get his boots out of the wardrobe, when the sight of something at the back of the wardrobe, sitting innocuously right behind his boots where he'd swear it wasn't yesterday, gives him pause. A box. A box he had for decades. A box which couldn't possibly be here if this existence wasn't virtual and/or outside of time.

Hardly breathing, he scoops it up and takes it through to Ianto, who's already in the kitchen, getting coffee.

"Hey. Look what I found!"


Action – open

Jack's gift is a box of photographs of past lives and lovers, incredibly precious since it was blown up along with him and the rest of the Hub over a year ago and (in real life, at least) lost forever.

Find him sifting through the photos, or just gazing fondly at one of them, at various points through the day – at the Defence Force HQ, in a restaurant at lunchtime or dinner time, wandering along with a coffee in his hand etc. etc. etc.


((OOC: NSFW content in the thread with Ianto (surprise surprise)! ))

(OOC: Event Info)

Well this certainly had been a day of physical exhaustion and sprinting. It started off early in the morning (given the Doctor never slept more than a couple hours at a time, if he even did), in which he tried leaving his room only to have the door open part way.

Donna's insult of 'skinny streak of nothing' has certainly come in handy, allowing him to squeeze through the doors and continue down the hall. However, other automatic doors opened even less, making it increasingly hard for the Doctor to make his way around. There was even a few times of pulling doors open enough to allow him to pass, or if someone was already walking, he'd yell for them to wait as he dashed through as if running for his life in fears he'll eventually be trapped in a corridor at some point.

And here he was sitting on the floor huffing and puffing and missing a shoe and possibly a button to his jacket with doors shut behind him. "Bugger of a door." He muttered, giving it a glare.

Where was a sonic screwdriver when you needed one?!

(( OOC: Happy Halloween - sort of! EVENT INFO ))

[Wally found himself browsing through the costume selections at the stores despite whatever misgivings he had about what the Wardens have planned for tomorrow. It wouldn't hurt to be prepared just in case it's not something diabolical. At some point during his search for the perfect costume, he stumbled across this gem and just had to try it on. While there's some noticeable differences between the costume and his best friend's superhero uniform back home, there's a few obvious similarities as well.

Wanting to share his discovery with the one person in the dome who would truly appreciate the humor in it, he activates the video function on his communicator but forgets to use the private setting in his excitement so the whole dome gets to witness him wearing this ridiculous thing.]

Hey, Megs. What do you think?

[Smiling, he places his hands on his hips and puffs out his chest a bit in an attempt to imitate the classic superhero pose. Man, if only the others were here to see this.]

The shorts are a little uncomfortable but I think I got the legs to pull it off. [He glances down and everyone gets a good look at the legs in question. He really hadn't expected the shorts of the costume to be so...short.] I bet Rob wouldn't be feeling so whelmed right now.

[Library]
Something had to be done. Martha knew she would probably never wear a bikini again. And she doubted she'd ever end up blue-banded with someone here. Especially now. But the scars were still there. She'd spent more time than she would like to admit staring at them in the mirror that morning. Her fingers danced over the dots while she lay in bed. Yes, something definitely had to be done. Which is why she was in the library searching for books on scars and tattoos.

[Bean Crushers]
Martha sat at a table in the corner with two thick books in front of her. She was carefully going over the pages of one, occasionally holding up a digital camera and taking a picture of whatever was on the page. Her coffee sat forgotten. Anyone curious to take a glance would notice the pages were primarily pictures of tattoos.

[ The camera turns on to reveal a very bored looking John Constantine. Complete in that lovely orange jumpsuit. ]

And here I thought I had gotten myself into the good graces again. Fighting the depths of Hell and restoring souls and all that. Good to see the Almighty and forces of Good really do ride that high horse of justice all the way to the bottom of the ocean. [ Not that he's denying his charges. They're all completely true. ] Let me put it to you this way: if the angels thought I was a desperation move, what makes you lot think rehabilitation would actually work?

[ John sighs. ] I don't suppose any of you might know where a sorry sod like me could find a pack of cigarettes. Oh, and, a proper pair of clothes. Orange was never really my color.

[If you're outside today it will be hard to miss all the whimsical, high-flying kites. Might as well get some of your own or spend some time getting them out of trees.]

(OOC: EVENT INFO)

1. Arrival (action)

There's a bewildered but holding-it-together-pretty-well eighteenth century French aristocrat wandering about the arcade, the media store, the supermarket and all sorts of other places that feel incredibly foreign to her. In fact, just about anywhere feels incredibly foreign to her!

"Excuse me – could you tell me how I come to find myself here? And what I should do with myself now I am here."

2. Video

Good afternoon. [For it is afternoon by the time she's figured out the strange headset enough to brave making a broadcast.] I understand it is customary to announce my presence here, as I have seen others have done today. I am Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson, Madame d'Etoiles, also known as Reinette. I would be honoured to make the acquaintence of any who wish to introduce themselves through this strange and yet useful device.

3. Action (beach party – afternoon/evening)

Find Reinette wandering amongst the food, enjoying both familiar and new delicacies alike, or boggling at the volleyball, or gazing contemplatively out at the sea.

[Martha didn't want to make this call. Hell, she didn't want to deal with this at all. Best to ignore what happened and stay locked in her room forever, right? But Jack had forgiven her and forced his company on her yesterday. Regardless of what she wanted, it was beyond time to apologize to the others.]

Gentlemen -

[Her voice cracked as she said it. No, she couldn't start crying now. Martha took a deep, shaky breath, cleared her throat, and tried again.]

Gentlemen. I... I know your first impulse might be to hang up on me. I understand, and I don't blame you if you do. I would too if I were in your shoes. But if you can stay until the very end, I would appreciate it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for attacking you. I'm sorry for humiliating you. I'm sorry for sending you mind games in the mail. I've been told that the AI was messing with our brains. That what I was three days ago isn't me so I can't be held responsible for what she did. But that doesn't change the fact that I still remember doing it. That I feel the guilt of what I've done. And that it happened to you. Nothing can erase what I did and I am so sorry that it happened at all. Yes, I was a vampire, but plenty of vampires can control their urges, and it was completely out of line to take those pictures and send them to you.

...

I want to promise that it will never happen again. With all my heart I want to promise that, but I don't know what the AIs will do next time they feel like experimenting. I can promise that as a human, I wouldn't hurt you. Any of you.

I can understand too if you would prefer to never see me again. While I have come to consider you important in my life, I understand that I fucked that up. I understand that you might not be able to forgive me. But please know that I regret every single thing I did that day. And if I had access to a Time Machine, I would break the cardinal rule and cross my timeline to make sure it didn't happen.

[She takes another deep breath. Wonders if any of them will take the time to listen to it.]

Thank you for your time.

The Doctor had slept the most he's had in a long, long time. The last two days have been something of a blur to him after being bit by Martha. If it weren't for the photograph he currently was staring at of himself after the ordeal, he'd consider it to have been a dream or a hallucination. Maybe he'd even consider being drugged after attempting to climb up onto the floating island with Kitty Pryde.

He sighs, sitting in the back of the Cat's Eye Café sipping at a cup of tea. It was his fourth cup, as they conceded and just gave him a teapot to continue helping himself as he flipped through a small notebook he starting carrying around with him. He's already filled quite a few pages with notes and sketches, dividing it in by locations and what he's found out for each one.

So far, he hadn't come up with any ideas or answers about this place, only knowing plenty of information was being kept from him. Normally, he'd spend most of his time searching up and down, looking for doors he shouldn't be looking for, but without his sonic screwdriver and being asleep for most of the last 2 days his progress hasn't been of any significance.

The Doctor was growing bored, which was never a good thing, sticking the photo as a bookmark and closing the notebook. He sits there with his chin placed in the palm of his hand as he looked out at the crowd while his fingers of his free hand lightly traced where he had been bitten 2 days ago. Eventually he needed to talk to Martha.

[ Hello, Marina. You might find Lelouch getting coffee this morning, hanging around the library during the day, both typical of him, or, later on, the pet cafe -- which is less so.

He would not say he's been... hiding for the last few days. That would be ridiculous. Especially since the people he would, in theory, be hiding from are also people he lives with. But he has been leaving his room in the mornings wearing a bland smile like armor, and then spending the rest of the day out of doors. Filtering his network activity away from them. That... sort of thing.

One thing to have one of your greatest failures known; another to have it painfully reenacted. ]

Library

[ You will probably find him pouring over a stack of books with a small notebook, jotting things down while he listens to the network with half an ear. The notes he's making look like utter gibberish, because they are in code. ]

Pet Cafe

[ Lelouch makes a slow circle of the cafe, looking at fish first, then birds, and so on. He is looking but not touching, just... taking in the menagerie, until one of the firelizards decides his perfectly-still form looks like a good perch, and settles on one of his shoulders. Cue flailing, which changes the pretty creature's mind real fast. Lelouch will then scramble quickly to his feet, dust himself off, and pretend that did not happen. ]

[Kitty, or someone who looked a lot like her, was exploring the dome cautiously. Mostly staying near Sector 0 and attempting to figure out how to get up on top of that island for a better view. Wanna offer help?]

It was well into the afternoon when Martha woke up. Other than being completely ravenous, it was a day like any other. She brushed her teeth, both the regular teeth and the fangs. Hey, even vampires had good hygiene. Some did at least.

Then things started to go wrong. Her fridge was stocked with food. Human food. Food that wouldn't do her any good. Which meant she was going to have to get dressed, but good god, when did her clothing become so... boring? Martha found the tightest jeans and the most revealing shirt she could. Anything to show off her form. She needed to drink, and she needed to drink NOW. Perhaps she could attract semi-willing meals.

A few short moments later and she was out in the dome. To the normal passerby, she probably didn't look any different than normal. Those who did know her would note the distinct lack of scarring on her back, right arm, and neck. She walked in the general direction of the blood shack, though she would much rather drink from the source like any respectable vampire would.

((OOC: Martha is a Buffy the Vampire Slayer vamp. Thus she looks completely human until she shifts into vamp face. She is hungry, but she will not bite anyone unless I have OOC permission from you to bite her. Please go to Martha plotting comment and let me know there if it's okay. If you don't want your character getting bit, then we can say they met up after she fed.))

The first sense that came to the Doctor was the sound of the ocean, roaring as waves ebbed and flowed at a leisurely pace. Dark brown eyes blinked, trying to process how he got here, but the only thing that came to mind was how much he hated oceans this very moment. Oceans that contained beaches that brought back too recent memories he didn't want to dwell on any time soon.

"Yeah? And how was that sentence gonna end?"

"Does it need saying?"

Blinking once more he's out of his reverie, glancing downwards to his -- orange jumpsuit? It wasn't one of his that resided in the TARDIS for limited oxygen adventures or being out in space. "What?" He's startled, thinking perhaps he truly has lost track of time and apparently changed clothes? But these weren't his trainers either.

All his senses are registering that this certainly wasn't the TARDIS, nor his clothes, nor anywhere he recognized immediately off hand. Gradually he turns, seeing little huts and BBQ stands, and in the near distance a large building complex and a stable of sorts. Hastily he makes his way towards these buildings in hopes people could explain where he might be, during which he's being informed by his communicator a quick run-down of his current situation and location.

His affinity for shops took the edge off his irritation and confusion as he approached the convenience store. Popping his head in, he's relieved to see other people before he steps in. "Has anyone seen a big blue police box anywhere?"