MarinaNova Asylum

[Thirianna can again be heard over the comm, her voice again carrying the strange effect it did the last time she prophesied.]

Many disparate souls flock together, brought to the cage unwillingly. Though the city of the guilty is always well populated, the visitors from the lands outside shall soon come in great numbers. The tapestry woven by the skein is always complex and intricate, but soon a great many threads will be added to the work.

[[ooc: Just a little pre-4th wall event prophecy with mod permission.]]

[he takes a sort of steadying breath before he starts. He's not too practiced at timing with the communicator]

I wouldn't usually ask something like this from so many people that I don't even know, but... How do you deal with heartbreak?

I spent a long time getting to know someone, and I love her, I know I do. But because of the time discrepancies she doesn't remember the same things I do. Even worse, I was thinking about it... And what if the girl I got to know was her double sent here after she was pulled into the prison?

What is someone supposed to so with information like that?

[Hey look, it's Caroline. But instead of being surrounded by clothes or plans or anything else, she's in her kitchen, baking. Behind her are three casseroles, just sitting there, waiting to be eaten. And Caroline looks bored. Dead bored. She's talking to you Marina Novaians.]

I'm so freakin' bored. [She's already thrown a party, she can't do another one so soon. It's just Party Etiquette and Planning 101. She runs her finger along a spatula before she tastes it.] I need something to do. [Idle hands and all. And being out of her element? She can't figure out what to do.] Tell me guys, what do you guys do around here to keep busy?

[At the appointed time at the makeshift DF HQ, a ballot box appears. Enter a curtained off area for privacy and members are free to read up on the two candidates for Defense Force leader, Kitty Pryde (the elder) and Buffy Summers, as well as complete a paper ballot to vote for one candidate.]

[Lacus monitors who enters the area and ensures that they submit only one piece of paper into her locked ballot box. Democracy at work, people!]

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((OOC: OTL apologies forever for my late!fail. Here's how this will work: There are two voting threads on this post, one for each candidate. Their thread will contain a link to their self-nomination which explains their qualifications and goals for the DF. To vote, simply leave a comment beneath the name of the person your character is ICly voting for. You must comment while logged in as a DF member. It can be a blank comment, a "+1", your character can write a little "go [my candidate]!" note on there, whatever. Each member gets only one vote, of course. :)

ICly the votes are anonymous, but OOCly your character's vote needs to be logged in so we can monitor who votes.

Voting is open through next Sunday night, August 12, EST.

Feel free to have [action] conversations among characters on this post (as long as it's NOT on the voting threads), but notifs are off for me so if you want a tag from Lacus best to mention her specifically or ping me on her contact post.))

[Thirianna speaks up over the network again, her voice carrying some strange reverb effect as she uses her talents as a farseer to scry upon Marina Nova.]

Fate is tangled and clouded to my sight in this place as well - divination is a trying experience. It does not help that there seem to exist various places in this dome that are... resistant to my talents.

However, though I cannot see into the future as of now, I can feel other presences in this facility with us. Something lives, and moves, in sector 6.

[ the eyes are such a dark, inky blue that they appear almost black, whiteless and with barely discernible pupils. they widen for the briefest of moments, then narrow, crinkling; his eyebrows lower sharply. the image blurs as the communicator is tilted this way and that, taking in more of the blond hair, the flash of an orange jumpsuit, the gaunt, pale face. ]

What sort of brazen foolery is this?

[ there is a rapid, muffled thump-thump-thumping in the background of his speech, a heavy boot tapping impatiently, irritably, on the floor as he puts the communicator on and scans the wardens' greeting. ]

A prison? [ he begins to laugh as he adjusts the communicator on his head. ] How rich! How terribly, impossibly rich. Oh, my. I am hurt — [ he says as he continues to grin ] — that anyone would ever think to incarcerate me. And how sweet: a life sentence!

Now, it must not have occurred to your dear Wardens that my presence is an absolute necessity elsewhere, and as such I should like to congratulate them on their impressive lack of foresight — and, perhaps, question them as to how they managed to abduct the Mentat of a Great House... [ he trails off, clearly irate now. his lips begin to twist into a pronounced scowl as he realizes that he is without any weapons — and without his spice. his voice grows harsher, colder. ] In any case, this facility's transgressions against House Harkonnen are unforgivable. There will, of course, be repercussions...

But for the moment, I require clothing of a less garish variety.

[ he's a man on the move now; he starts off meandering about in what some may recognize as sector two, in search of alternative threads and, hopefully, his belongings ( sucks to suck for piter, i guess, because there is no way that he is getting his instruments of torture/inappropriately large doses of spice returned to him ). he is decidedly unimpressed with your confiscation policies, marina.

after a few steps, the feed ends — but, fellow inmates, feel free to bump into him! you may not actually want to physically collide with him unless you want a confrontation, though. ]

[ ♚ video ]

[ Why the long faces, People of Marina Nova? There is someone here who isn't as happy with this latest change in events but she was determined to do what she does best. Not only that, she is hoping that this would get the anger and frustration out of her system.

Sheryl Nome lives to sing --- and that moment she wanted to remind herself of the life she chose to live.

She was the Galaxy Fairy ... no matter what galaxy she is taken to.

The feeds start with a shaky view of the stage. It was the stage from the amphi-theatre. Moments later, Sheryl comes out and wearing an all too sexy bunny outfit. She turns to the camera and gives a coquettish smile and wink ... but when the camera gave another shake again, she frowned at the person behind the camera. ]

Hold still, Gino ...

[ Her Galaxy Fairy persona returned though as music began to play and she proceeded to dance. ]

EVERYONE, LISTEN TO MY SONG!


I am your white bunny
Jumping and diving in an innocent glide
The Milky Way spills in the galaxy
Hey, I want to eat that candy star

I am your black bunny
A rowdy sexy flag
If I show you my hip line it’s dangerous
At my wink signal, dive into my cleavage

Pure heart, go and violate my exposed skin
To the point that you can not be reborn
If you intensely struggle for it
The crying angel is, watch out, a demon

[Perceptive characters may notice a distinct undertone of being rather pissed the fuck off in Thirianna's voice today.]

So this is what I forsaw.

It is strange that the threads would be so entangled for something like this.

I shall look into the skein again - We may be able to learn something about this new... facility.

[Filtered to Felicia, Gaunt, Cain]

For your information, I do not feel the presence of the ruinous powers here, either. This may be owing to the interference of this anklet, but I doubt it.