MarinaNova Asylum

[It looked like a rather idyllic setting, Trowa’s teammates, his comrades, his friends seated around a table, talking and enjoying a meal. It was something that Trowa liked to see.

Then the next thing he knew it looked like the scene was suddenly surrounded by fire, preventing him from reaching them. They didn’t seem to notice that they were in danger, but when Trowa tried to call out to them, he couldn’t seem to call out to them]

Action

( action under cut )

=====

Video

[Keith wasn't a great conversationalist, so poking around on the network was sort of more for gathering information than actually initiating a chat with someone. He didn't know any of these people. But, still, the fatalistic attitude of "we've accepted our lives here" that a good number of them seemed to be showing sort of bothered him a little. That made his line of questions seem almost pointless. This place was on Day 400+. Surely someone had tried getting out, right?

He frowned a bit. Pidge was the hacker. She'd have better luck at seeing if hacking their way out of this simulation was even possible. Keith was definitely not a hacker. He decided to ask anyway, but he had a bad feeling on what the answers were going to be.]

Uh, hi. I'm Keith. I'm a Paladin of Voltron. [Still getting used to that, even after this long...]

I was just wondering... has anyone tried getting out, yet? I mean, I would think someone probably has, but I was wondering what happened when it was tried. Consider it research.

[If someone looked close enough, they might see the beginnings of what looked like one of those boards used by criminal investigators to source crime patterns.]

[EVENT INFO]

(( OOC: EVENT INFO)

[The video came on, and Duo was not in his usual room. It was too sparse. Since getting hurt, he'd been staying at Trowa's in one of the extra rooms. Trowa, unlike Duo, had thought ahead when picking a place to stay and had picked one with more than one bedroom in case anyone else showed up. Lucky for Duo... and Quatre, who showed up. Not that Duo wasn't considerate... he just could sometimes be a little scatterbrained.

Either way, he was here now, and looked perplexed.]

Hey... Trowa? Q? Is this from you guys?

[He held up a box to the video.]

I mean, it's definitely Deathscythe... but... kinda small? And cute?

video

[The feed comes on. There's empty space over what looks like the top of an armchair. A squeaky Haro voice states that the communicator is on... twice. A hand with a thumbs up comes over the back of the chair for a moment before disappearing again.

Suddenly, two puppets appear above the screen. Some might recognize Duo's watch peeping out from under the bottom edge of one of them. The puppets look like a children's project, like mittens with little heads put on them. One resembles Quatre, and the other resembles Trowa.

Trowa puppet starts the scene, speaking in a really bad impersonation of Trowa's voice.]

TP: Quatre?

QP: [Quatre puppet folds his hands in front of him, squirming. His voice impersonation isn't much better than Trowa's.] Trowa... I-I... love you.

TP: [Trowa puppet puts his arms out to the side.] I... love you, too, Quatre. Since the moment I first saw you.

QP: [Quatre puppet's little mit hands clasp his own face in surprise.] Oh, Trowa!

TP: [Trowa puppet takes Quatre puppet's little mit hands into his own.] Let me make love to you... Quatre!

QP: [Quatre puppet pulls Trowa puppet closer.] T-Trowa!

[The puppets embrace and start to kiss and... ahem...

After a moment of hot puppet love, the video tilts and shakes a little as Haro sudden turns to show Trowa standing nearby, looking really annoyed. Quatre could be heard as well.]

Duo, what are you doing?

[The puppets suddenly stop and then slowly disappear back down behind the chair. Duo responded]

Uh... I was bored? [He leaned around the chair, glaring at Haro for a moment, and snapped at him in a harsh whisper.] Haro! Turn that off!

[The feed cut.]

=====

action

[During this whole show, Duo was awkwardly seated behind the chair, which is pulled away from the wall, with his injured leg stretched out to one side, his arms stretched up with the puppets over the top of the chairback, his black Haro on the coffee table with communicator filming, and his crutches laying on the floor next to him. How he managed to get there without falling on his face, let alone how he managed to get the chair pulled away from the wall while using crutches, is completely unknown. How he was planning on getting back up again after he was done with his little impromptu puppet theatre was also completely unknown.]

{OOC: INSPIRATION}

Action

[ After the morning greeting, and going through the introduction message a few times, Quatre is... well. Confused. This makes absolutely no sense, not in the least because he has no memories whatsoever of being snatched from where he was.

The only way he can think of to figure out how to get back is to find out more about where he is.

So he sets out exploring.

He goes into a store for clothes and doesn't see anything like a cashier's, at some point. So he carefully folds and leaves his orange jumpsuit on the floor, as an attempt for recompense, and walks out far more comfortably with trousers, button-down, and a vest. He will ask anyone he actually meets about how to pay back. Because that seems only fair to him. ]

Audio

[ Much later in the day, he decides to explore the communication options of the device attached to his head. It is clear it is meant for communication, but there has been nothing incoming during the day, so he wonders.

Just in case, he does not give his name, nor does he show his face. ]

Good evening. I am a new person here, and I was wondering if any of you know how they got the information they have about crimes committed? Whose jurisdiction are they under, too, since definitions vary.

[It was still fairly early in the morning. This really was the best time to do something like this. Any other time would have been terrible when there were a lot of people moving around the dome. This was bad enough when the bots were out, but today Trowa was not going to be doing anything too exuberant. He had someone who was not used to this tagging along.

Trowa was doing his normal morning routine of parkour. Given his athletic ability, he could easily use some of the taller buildings around the dome and usually he did. He was usually up and down and over a lot of the obstacles.

However, he had been talking about this habit to Duo and his friend had expressed interest in it. So today Trowa was going to show him the basics of parkour. No going over tall buildings, but shorter ones and benches were always an option.

So while he waits for Duo to arrive, he stretches, preparing for the run, wearing his gloves so he didn't cut up his hands]

[One might wonder what is going when this video starts because it is just Trowa. Well, his cat is jumping around happily on the shelves he's put up on his wall. He seems to be writing something though.

Finally he holds up a whiteboard. It reads:]

"This day is ridiculous. I only hope that it does not continue more than one day."

[So it seems that Trowa is affected by the rhyming problem and doesn't want to speak. Anyone care to try to get him to and see what happens?]

[ . . . Amusing. It's too amusing. The way half the populace of Marina can't seem to talk except in song or rhyme. It feels like one of those rare occasions where she's somehow been blessedly left unaffected. She hopes that everyone she knows is. And so she's more than happy to chat away with anyone she can get talking. As for her, she's at work. Propped up on the counter at Nine White Orchids, she waves with a smile at the screen.]

Another strange day in Marina. If you've ever been too scared to karaoke before, I think today's the perfect opportunity for you to try it out! I promise to cheer everyone on. [Please someone indulge her. All amusement aside, she hadn't made a message to simply poke fun.]

Despite our real life musical, I wanted to let people know that outside of just flowers, decor and house plants, we also sell herbs at the shop. There had been some interest in it within the past, so if anyone needs something fresh, please be sure to visit us. And pay our newest employee a visit, too!

[While still recording, she takes her communicator off from around her ear, and tips it so that it faces up, while resting beside her lap to reveal the newest flower shop worker.]



Let me introduce you all to Tenshi-chan!

[Cheerfully! The white cat lying within her lap simply stretches, her paws reaching forward, before her eyes close pleasantly and she settles back into place. Lifting her communicator back up she carefully puts it back into place around her ear and grins.]

She's super sweet so come say hello, pet a cat, and buy some flowers! _{Or take them. There's really no buying, huh....}

(OOC: PLEASURE PRISON EVENT)

[VIDEO]

[Kaya is sitting among a bunch of colorful flowers. To people who have been into Sector 2 a lot, they'll recognize the location as Två Park. She's in a really good mood, smiling wide!]

Wow, I've never seen flowers like these back home! Does anyone know the name of these? [She points at a kind of fancy orchids.] What a curious shape! And these forget-me-nots over here are so, so cute.

[Her cheeks flush pink.]

Um, does anyone know... if we're allowed to take flowers from any of the parks? I kinda want to take a couple back to our apartment and put them in a vase, but I don't want to... you know, get into trouble. Maybe I should've asked at the Kiosk for permission and see what they say, but maybe it's a stupid question and I make the Wardens mad?

But in any case, the parks are so, so pretty.

[ACTION]

A. Flower power

[Join her at the Två Park as she marvels at the beautiful flowers? She's sitting on a bench with a wonderful, peaceful view to the blossoms, and having some mochi ice cream as a snack. The box has assorted flavors which she'll gladly share some with you if you wish so.

She's having strawberry, by the way.]

B. Reading rainbow

[Or maybe you'll see her walking around the sectors on her own little adventure. The girl stops at every sign and shop window and tries to read the text aloud. If they're too difficult, she might take out a notebook from her cute bag to consult some Hangul/Hiragana-looking letters. Maybe she'll write new vocabulary down here and there. After all, this is the best way to learn and practice a new skill.]

C. Petting?

[Kaya doesn't know what a zoo is, but the animal part of the message makes her curious. She doesn't recognize many of the names Veridical and other inmates mentioned; if she's seen 20 species of animals during her life it's too much. Who knows if those llamas or zebras are as dangerous as the raptors? She's not as dumb brave at these things as her husband! So you'll see this tiny girl peeking at the entrance but not daring to go in without someone else.]

Happy Day 365, Marina Nova!

Hear ye, hear ye! Inmates, prisoners, fellow underwater dwellers! Lend me your ears and hands and actually just bring all of you because we're having a ye olde Renaissance Faire to celebrate a full year in this bubble under the sea!

The dome has of course been decked out appropriately. Flickering torches light the pathways, interspersed with larger bonfires that you can cosy up to with that special someone - or perhaps just a glass of honey mead. Pennant banners hang across the gates and along the buildings, sporting the proud coat of arms of the prison (a lot of purple and octopi, for some reason) and many of the clothing stores offer time-appropriate options for those of you who still knows how to have fun. The kiosk has even been re-imagined into a castle.

Many areas within the dome has activities to partake in and, if you're skilled or lucky or both, prizes to win!

( Let the celebrations begin! Fanfare! )

Enjoy!

The time has come! All of the stars have aligned at it is...

Superhero Party in Quatro Park! Some decorations have been put up, mostly appearing to be comic book action words like 'BLAM!' and 'POW!'. There is a table for food with picnic-ish style fare. A few placards for the food are mildly punny for another who has read comic books. Another table is set up for make your own masks for those that weren't prepared. There are a few games out, but periodically Carl will host the foam sword "battles" set to music that is not fitting for a sword fight just for amusement value.

Anyone can come to the party even if they just want to be themselves and not pretend to be a superhero.

Sector 1

Shooting Range
Finding the shooting range had been a boon. The weaponry, not so much. Link actually didn't know most of the weapons, but a bow and arrow were universal... though these didn't have any sort of arrow head. Furthermore, he wasn't able to take either out of the range. Still, he could be found doing his best at the moving targets, something he was actually fairly good at.

Stables
Link jumped through the proper hoops to get access to the horses. Epona wasn't here. He sat on a hay bale as he let that sink in. It had been a long time since he'd be separated from her. He picked another one though... one who looked remarkably like Epona. No names though. Link found the proper tack and saddled her up before taking her for a ride around Sector 1.

Sector 0
The robot assured him the food item wasn't made with actual dog. Still, Link eyed the hot dog dubiously before taking a bite.

[ those forced required to attend the IDENTITY CRISIS therapy group find themselves directed to a back room of the library. there are snacks and beverages located against one wall, another table on the opposite side with a stack of mirrors, and a circle of chairs in the middle -- otherwise, the room is quite barren. perhaps to prevent those in attendance from getting too distracted... ]

An identity crisis is a time in life when an individual begins to seriously look for answers about the nature of his or her being and the search for an identity. Most teens go through periods of defiance against parental figures and other authorities. Though kids may make extremely poor choices when they choose to defy their parents, they are often participating in a deep exploration of self that will help them determine what they will do and who they will be as they enter adulthood. However, this crisis is not restricted to adolescence and the emergence into adulthood. It can occur at any time, and many people label the midlife crisis as a crisis of identity. Some people find their values, choices, or paths inappropriate after major life changes, such as divorce. Furthermore, nations and communities can suffer these crises, too, as they grow or respond to major changes. Allowing an identity to emerge before making important decisions or changes seems psychologically sound.

INTRODUCTIONS
Who are you? Who do you think you are? Who are you supposed to be? Who are you really? Discuss if you find yourself uncomfortable answering any of these questions. Elaborate on why you may find that you cannot answer them.

MIRROR EXERCISE
Look into the mirror. Who do you see? Is it who you expected to see? If not, share who you want to be able to see when you look at your reflection.

WHEN AND WHERE
Where were you when you began to question your identity? What were you doing? Was there a particular moment or event that sparked this questioning? Discuss and share.

[This was new. Things like this never happened to Trowa. Emotions were practically a foreign world, one that he couldn't really navigate on his own. Short of using a book or some sort of search device to search "what does x mean", he didn't have much of a way to figure it out on his own.

This is what lead Trowa to start the video looking into it as it sat in front of him. As usual, he looked calm and collected. However, those who knew him well enough might know that there was a look akin to confusion in his eyes. Even his cat seemed to know something was odd as she had hopped up in his lap and sat purring as he lightly pet her on the head]

Something... odd happened a few days ago. I was a friend of mine and I got this odd feeling. I... I'm not sure what it means. I'm not even sure the best way to start describing it. I guess I felt kind of... warm being around this person.

Does anyone have any idea what this might have been?

[He's being deliberately vague about when this happened and who this happened with]

[ The voice is soft, a teenaged boy whose voice hasn't quite broken all the way to adult range; the tone, however, is even and much, much older than the voice itself. ]

Something is wrong with this place, isn't it? Altogether wrong, not merely 'what are we even doing here?' wrong.

What... what year is it?

[Order to evacuate? Yeah right. Trowa had been paying attention to the rain since it started and when it started to invade the first floor of his apartment building with little sign of stopping, Trowa decided to take matters into his own hands.

So he had headed up to the roof and was constructing raft using doors from his apartment and then other apartments. Some might say that he had a strange collection of things in his apartment that he was able to not only get the doors off their hinges, but was able to connect them all together with rope or whatever he could find. He was also adding a make shift area to keep his cat so she'll stay as dry as possible in her carrier. He thinks of everything doesn't he?

By the time he's done, the water has risen significantly and he first lowers the raft down to the water and ties it to a railing before going to get his cat and his repair supplies all of which he tucks inside the shelter as he hunkers down in his poncho. Now it is time to set off on his makeshift raft to try and help others or rescue more animals... which ever was needed]

Tyki Mikk is no longer in the prison. [She contemplates openly sharing that the Defense Force might be responsible for this, but she doesn't, mostly because too much is unknown. It was not what they intended nor was it what they seemed to have achieved in their attempt. Neither was everyone's powers changing yesterday, but that might be on them too. Or it was just the wardens playing games again.

Leading a team is something she understands. Communication with the people they are protecting is newer. She's not about to miss Lacus, but sometimes she misses having a public relations coordinator even if it sounded ridiculous at first.]

And I need to help people with their chores, so...there's that. [Three people specifically. It's her punishment for the hacking.] Tell me what you need done.