MarinaNova Asylum

Defense Force assemble! [It sounded so commanding and yet now the leader of said force has broken into giggles. Yes, giggles.]

You guys, [more giggling] they're like giant fuzzy wasps. I swear they're laughing too. It's weirdest thing. Probably not the weirdest. I've seen weird things. This one time I was supposed to take out the leader of genetic experimentation plant and he had three heads and none of them had eyes. He totally saw me though. I don't know how.

What was I talking about? Oh! Right, they, um, they can sting. Don't get stung. [More giggling.] Oh! [Wait for it.]

...

...

No, I forgot. I think I'm just going to lay down. Here.

(OOC: Kitty is in Sector two. I'd like her to eventually reach the educational facility lock down, but for now she's outside it and there could still be hyena wasps around.)

We're all in prison, which means we're all filthy, vile criminals. So I'm curious, everyone.

What did you do? What is it that made the wardens believe you deserve to be locked away in an inverted aquarium for the rest of your natural life? Please note that if you're just gonna say "I didn't do anything" or "They made it all up", I'm not interested in hearing it. You're surrounded by other criminals, no one gives a damn. Either answer or don't, it's up to you, but don't respond with bullshit prevarication.

Since it'd be hells of rude to ask without providing an answer of my own, here's what I'm in for: ( Cut for length and Homestuck spoilers. )

Well? I showed you mine, now show me yours.

[In Sector 0 stands a formidable man who despite his age is in excellent health and despite the anonymity of the orange jumpsuit still exudes leadership, wit, intelligence and demands respect without his even saying a word. He isn’t in a hurry to get anywhere. Clothing is unimportant as long as he has some. Food isn’t an immediate necessity.

He stands there calmly, taking in his surroundings as he absorbs and attempts to understand all the information he has been given. Anyone passing by is free to notice him. However, having little to no trouble deciphering the technology of the headset unit, he does finally speak over the network.

His voice is calm, but not without purpose.] I’m Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the U.S.S. Enterprise. It seems that I’ve been taken from my ship and... imprisoned here with the rest of you. As we all seem to find ourselves in a similar situation, I hoped a number of you might find the time to answer a number of questions.

First. Under whose authority do Veridical and Conscienti imprison their inmates in MarinaNova Asylum?

Second, on what planet does the Saylar Ocean exist?

Third, and I suppose last but not least for now, what is the approximate length of time in which one remains here within the dome for this… decidedly contrived attempt at rehabilitation?

[There is a pause here, as he considers whether or not to tack on another question here. There are just so many things to ask and Jean-Luc is known for being too curious for his own good. Finally, he decides against it.] Any explanation to any of these questions would be of great help. Thank you.

Okay, what gives? [Hi, MarinaNova, Artemis is back, and she doesn't exactly remember the part where she left. She looks and sounds a liiiiittle annoyed.]

One minute I'm going to sleep and the next I'm wearing that jumpsuit everyone was talking about. Oh, and I finally got the welcome message now that I already know all of it. [She didn't know what her crimes were. She's not loving those which is just fuel to the fire.]

And what's the deal with this place? [She picks up a jar with a dark red liquid inside.] Is this supposed to be blood or something? [In fact it is. She's in the Vampire Blood Shack.] No one mentioned a prison goth bar.

(OOC: She kept her 4th wall memories, so she doesn't (didn't) think any time has passed since then.)

[ One might spot a short boy in a charcoal grey hoody and jeans darting through Sector 2 today towards the Education center. He's got his hood pulled tightly over his head as he ducks under the main overhang leading into the front of the building. He finally pulls the hood back and shakes some of the moisture out of his feathers, though his shoulders are damp with moisture from walking around without an umbrella. He lights up and has a quick smoke outside before heading in. One might hear the squeaking of sneakers as he wanders through the hall towards the music room.]

((ooc: Pinging Bruce Banner, but anyone is welcome to catch him out and about in Sector 2 or at the Education Center. He can be seen at the Library, the Computer Lab, The Squeeze or the Bistro for most of the day or coming and going from the Streamline Complexes. He can also be seen taking smoke breaks under any sort of overhang away from the rain.))

It's raining. [The obvious weather report has been stated. You're welcome.] So, we can't really play today, but today would be too soon anyway. We need to get the rosters back up first. [Anyone know what he's talking about? Being clear wasn't really important, was it?]

But in a few days we should have a baseball game! [And then all those cheerleaders will have something to cheer at. Otherwise they might have to cheer at science class or something.]

Um, but first we need a team captain for the other team and more players. So who wants to play?


(OOC: Current roster here. Let me know if you have a kid that needs to be removed or moved to the other team or someone that should be added! Also, if someone else wants to manage cheerleading elsewhere I'm happy to just link to your post or you can drop notes on this and I'll add them!)

Sakura Kinomoto's gone home, for those of you who didn't know. I'm sorry.

[ it's an awkward announcement to make, being that quinn didn't really know the girl. she'd gone looking for her to ask some questions about the cheerleading squad and had discovered she'd been sent home. quinn couldn't really be sad for her, as earning your way out of the prison was something she viewed as a good thing. she was happy for this girl she didn't know, though sad for the people still here who had been close to her. ]

I guess that means the cheerleading squad's without a captain. [ surprisingly, quinn doesn't want the position. she's directing and managing the glee club right now, and she's done her time as a cheerleading captain. someone else can take command of marinanova's cheerleaders. ] Who else here was on the squad or interested in it besides Elena and Caroline?

[The past two days had stressful so Michiru decides to do the one thing that always reliably helps her, playing violin. So as evening arrives she heads out of her apartment and down to the parks around the dome to get some inspiration and play her violin for a bit. As she stands and plays, the melody of her violin drift around]

[ooc: Michiru is out practicing for the fun of it. Feel free to encounter her anywhere and watch her play and talk to her. Sorry to the two people have been waiting so patiently for this post]

...does that happen often? Meeting people we haven't seen in... well, weeks or months if not longer? Only for the wardens to pull them away again...

Is it their idea of a joke?

[Encrypted, 50% strength]

Changing topics. If there's anyone who can see this one, let me know. I'm curious.

(ooc: Kira is a very skillful, nigh-superhuman programmer. He's going to be steadily upping the encryption rate if you hack into it.)

[Someone has to recognize the red suit and the big lightning bolt on this guy's chest, but he's not smiling, nor is he pleased with this turn of developments. Someone might even catch him running around--why is he going to slow? There is definitely something not right about that, besides how screwed up everything is with the fact he's here and not at home--but so far and exit he has not yet found.

He takes a breather--not that he needs to catch his breath--to get some food because he's that hungry and oh look somehow he managed to find the restaurant district. In a prison.]

Okay that's it. You've had your fun now send me back home. I'm sure we'll laugh about this one day after I beat you into next week and throw you into Iron Heights, but whichever Rogue did this now is not the time.

[And after he's finishing stuffing his face taking his full, he'll be off again. He'll blow something up if he has to. He needs to get back to his kids.]

{OOC: Bringing in Flash III/Wally West from DC Comics. Catch him in person if you can stop him long enough to catch his attention!}

[Sitting on the edge of a building, overlooking one of the busier, crowded areas, while searching for familiar faces. There's already too many individuals from her home world. Even if time...seems to be disregarding everything she knows to be possible.

If asked, she's not searching for anyone in particular... not really.

But, uh, well she should keep an eye out for her team mates. Because that's what friends do! Yeah.]

I know I haven't been here that long and all. But is this normal?

[She doesn't have to specify what really, for people to know what she's talking about, but she will anyway.]

This place is getting crowded. It's weird, isn't it? Do the wardens kidnap people based on their connections to one another? I mean - it's odd isn't it? That so many people here have other individuals they know from home.

[If it isn't alien invasions, it's being teleported to an underwater prison.

Having seen Cassie, he decides to chance it and send a message over the network.]

I would normally say "there must be some mistake," but I think we all know this is something a little less benevolent. Assuming that's the case, I'd appreciate a hand from my fellow inmates.

Not a literal hand, though. Kind of don't need that souvenir.

Team, if you're here, meet me in Sector 0.


[Dick Grayson as Nightwing from Young Justice. His voice is really, really similar to his younger counterpart's. Just FYI.]

[This guy right here? Not feeling the aster. Don't get confused-- on the off-chance you actually see him, he looks almost but not quite like his "big brother."

Except his voice and mannerisms are totally different. And his suit has sleeves (ooh).

That's right. It's Tim Drake from the Young Justice cartoon universe.]

Okay, let me get this straight: I was arrested for... what? Saving the world? Fighting crime? I didn't even get a trial-- this is a gross miscarriage of justice.

[A sigh. Man, Nightwing is going to kill him for getting caught like this.]

Assuming I haven't been lied to, I'm talking to my fellow "inmates." Information about this situation would be appreciated. [Not necessarily believed, but appreciated.]

[He's wandering around Marina. He might be a little hard to see, since he's sticking to alleyways and shadows, but you can find him if you happen to look his way. It's hard to ninja in broad daylight in a place like this.]

[ Hello Marina. Have a young Sam Winchester Dean Forester peering at you. It's difficult to tell if he's more scared or pissed off or confused, but however you interpret his expression it's pretty clear that he really doesn't like this situation one bit.

There's some hesitation, like he's not sure how stupid this really is and if he really should give in to weird delusions. ]

So, uhm. I've had some pretty strange dreams, but this one really takes the cake. I mean, usually it's something stupid like going to school without any pants on or playing softball with a group of penguins. This is, uh… this is a little too serious for my taste.

Do I have to get someone to pinch me or can I just wake up whenever?

[ A pause and it looks like he's about to turn the transmission off, when… ]

Rory..?

[There's a teenage boy (notably dressed in civilian clothes, not the orange jumpsuit) in the arcade, though he looks visibly perturbed as he stares at the screen.] I'm booooooored.

What else is there to do around here? I've been ice skating, I've hung around the arcade - and I've beaten every game. Twice! - and I've stopped by and had lunch and dinner at places and this's all without my super-speed, so they all went by really, really slowly. I wanna do something exciting!

Not like "save the world" exciting, since that's kinda hard when you're in jail, or even "let's bust out of here" kind of exciting, since we're underwater and we can't breathe underwater, but like "let's go have fun" exciting! There's gotta be somewhere cool here, right?

[The feed ends here, but Bart's quest against boredom doesn't, and he's off, again trying the arcade games to see if the third time IS indeed the charm.]

[OOC | Bart Allen/Impulse is from DC Comics (pre-reboot) and is specifically from the end of Young Justice, but before Graduation Day & Teen Titans. Feel free to run into him anywhere, since he's definitely bored enough to have ditched the Arcade for somewhere "more exciting."]

[Welcome to MarinaNova, Artemis. Sure, you're usually good on your feet, but you probably didn't expect ice to suddenly be underneath them and then under your butt a second later as you fall.]

Ugnh!

[You clearly didn't expect the communicator or you wouldn't have ripped it off your face when you realized it was there. It slides a few feet ahead, recording her as she reaches back to an empty quiver for a handful of nothing. No bow either. She looks around the skating rink in confusion.]

Robin? Wally? Anyone?

I don't know whose idea of a joke this is, but you're gonna be sorry.

[Temper, temper, Aretmis. At least you're not in that dreadful jumpsuit. Though it would be a little warmer.]

(OOC: Artemis from DC's Young Justice. Season 1, Episode 19. She landed in the ice skating rink, but feel free to find her later anywhere because REASONS.)

[And in another issue of 'teenagers annoyed at the malfunctioning: Have a very wet Tim. As in, completely soaked and there's what seems to be soap all over his hair.]

When they talked about technological glitch they should have specified it was going to affect the water supply. Am I supposed to wait like this until it deigns to work again?

Tarrlok!

[With a loud thunk a fist pounds hard on the domed glass. Knuckles meet it dead on, the sound muffled. Tense, the girl behind the brawn stands with her hands clenching together tightly into solid fists, the name a growl on her lips. Despite the tacky orange jumpsuit, it can’t hide the fact that she’s in top shape, and just itching for a reason to pounce.

Prison? Rehabilitation...? Why that no good, scheming politician...

Rising fully she falls into a defensive stance, and her bright, blue eyes rake the buildings around her. The joke's on him if he thinks she’ll fall right back into line due to some ridiculous message. He’ll never get the chance to manipulate her again. And now he’s going to regret fitting this restrictive ankle bracelet on her and dragging her all the way down into some underwater circus.

Lifting her voice, she calls out to him on a challenge.]

I don’t know what kind of stunt you’re trying to pull, but you picked the wrong girl to mess with.

[Steps even, her face draws down hard into a stern glare as she moves. No noise is made as she walks, aside from the sound of her voice. Whatever he’s done she can’t access her bending with this thing on her wrist. That means her only option out of this place is right through him.]

You’re not going to get away with this, so come out here and face me, you coward!

[The headgear was something else. He’d never seen anything like it, but at least it reminded him enough of headphones for the radio transmitter and the little buttons on the side gave enough clues for him to figure them out. He doesn’t know what “video” means, so he doesn’t use it.]

Fancy digs here, got to admit. But the clothes could use some work. Ain’t that many people who can pull off orange. Whatever happened to the good ol’ stripes?

[The tone is slightly playful, but Bucky is tired, stressed, and was expecting a different kind of place when he imagined going to hell. That front isn’t going to last too long.] If hell is a joint like this, I can guess why so many people don’t mind paying it a visit. So what’s the news? Be great to know if I can get out on good behavior. Or should I just start with the name, rank, and serial number?

Good morning, my fellow inmates! [ one should not be this cheerful so early in the morning, but she somehow manages. ] My name is Quinn Fabray, and I have a proposition for you.

When I was in high school, I had the opportunity to be a part of something that made my teenage years feel a little less like hell. I made friends I wouldn't have otherwise made, and became part of a family that cared for and supported one another through the good times and bad. I wouldn't be who I am today without having been a part of that, and I'd like to give everyone the opportunity to be a part of that here.

After speaking with Euphemia, I'd like to propose a Glee Club. Traditionally, it's a show choir, where you sing and dance competitively, but being in Glee Club is more than that. It's about the freedom of expression and being a part of something that you enjoy, that gives you a reason to get up in the morning. So, if you love music, singing, or dancing - or if you just want to be a part of something, please sign up outside the theater or see me. I welcome and encourage everyone to be a part of Glee Club.

[ there's sign up sheets taped to the amphitheater doors in sector 4. for all your action-y purposes, quinn can be found sitting on the stage, going through sheet music. ]

( ooc → official sign ups HERE! makes it easier to keep track of. ♥ )