MarinaNova Asylum

[A very cross Jane comes over the network, she's sitting in her and Roxy's shared room in their home. It seems she is tired, cranky, and very unhappy. She has a lot to say and not enough patience to say it.

Her lip is quirked in a way that even reads angry.]

Good mid-morning Marina. As part of my punishment for defending myself, I'm supposed to share a secret about myself. I mulled over my limited possibilities in things I could have to share with all of you.

So here it is, my name Jane Crocker is undeniably linked with the empire known to most of you as "Betty Crocker". In fact, I am the heiress to the company because she's apparently my great great grandma or something of that nature. But that status doesn't really matter anymore.

[So it was really just a way to get this punishment out of the way. Please pester her for baked goods.]

[A buck-toothed smile appears on the screen along with a pair of thick black frame glasses. Bright green eyes look very, very excited. Like. Really freaking excited. Like you cannot believe.]

It's been quite the galvanizing day! I've spent a good portion of it with my chums from-- er, my world, and I've met a few other friendlies here and there.

I'd wager you have nothing to fear, my fellow captives. You may be dismayed by our current status as prisoners, but cheer up! All this crime malarkey aside, I believe we're all just a bunch of ordinary ladies and gents in a completely ordinary underwater dome.

They even have a movie theater! Which I will most definitely be visiting on a frequent basis.

Which, by the way. Dirk, Roxy, Jane! Are the three of you up for a good ol' friendly outing? Complete with bags of overpriced popcorn served to us by jovial youngsters trying to save up for a fancy automobile?

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This gift basket is awful nice. So uh... thanks for that. [A pause to glance at the note. Then speaking slowly as he reads off the name.] Marina Asylum Welcoming Committee.

[ Putting the note down he continues to sort of talk to whoever will listen.]

Definitely not somethin’ you’d expect when arrivin’ in a prison with a life sentence. I was thinkin’ more cat calls and guys with arms twice as big as my head.

[He pulls out some things, a bag of pretzels, jelly beans, a jar of jam. He looks at the fruit inside then sets it on a table. He pulls out a flash light, followed by the bottle of lotion and gives a small scoff of amusement. Seems like something more for the ladies, which makes him think of certain girls he met the other day. ]

Hey Sook, you still here? [He could give it to her maybe.]

This place doesn’t seem as busy as it was when I first arrived. Guess they let a few people go huh?

[But not him. That’s not as much of a surprise really. He never found Tommy and can’t go home. He’s hiding how much that sucks behind a glass of Whiskey.]

Least the Warden’s are decent enough to give free hooch.

[Headed to the basketball court today? Someone was already there, bouncing a ball around, tossing baskets. It looked like he was playing against an imaginary opponent. Well, he sort of was, but that was besides the point. It helped him practice and made it more interesting than just doing drills. He tossed the ball and it bounced off the rim, flying wildly to the side and towards a passerby!]

Hey! Look out!

Awesome punishments they give around here. Kidnap and dismantle a robot for my own purposes -- entirely not evil, I assure you -- get sentenced to hard labor of creating three pieces of wall art. Never painted before, to be entirely honest, but luckily I'm good at everything.

[On the video feed are three canvases set up in the Education Center. One looks like he just tossed colors at the canvas (which is entirely accurate). The second... well. Sorry Steve, he literally couldn't resist. And the third is blank.]

Anyone want a caricature done? I'm definitely getting the hang of this. I can't promise it'll be flattering, or look anything like you, but I can promise I'll do a horrible French accent. I'm talking cringe-worthy, here. Takers?

[ 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.))

Hello fellow inmates! [Jane seems oh so chipper this fine day, why?

After a little talk with Dave and the approval of the Warden , Jane has acquired a large book on the art of Ectobiology.

For effect, she reads aloud.]

"Ectobiology is a science that allows the cloning, breeding and genetic modification of an organism using appearification." I know this sounds really crazy and outlandish but while this has the base information, I'm sure there is more to be discovered by reading further into the book. Possibly even acquiring the materials to test this theory out.

Would anyone here be willing to study a little science with me?

[Jane is actually playing a really dangerous game here that could land her into some huge trouble.]


ooc: Those not from Jane's world here is a WikiPage about it. Yes it is a completely bullshitted science. But I thought it would be fun for her to explore it!

[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.

[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.]

Well, it's good to see our Wardens have a sense of humor! [That would be a blue fuzzy demon looking man with three fingers tugging at the front of an orange jumpsuit. He has a light german accent so his W's sound more like V's. He's spoken enough English by now that it's not too thick.]

That's not a very common trait for machines, at least in my experience.

Right, where are my manners? Guten Tag! [Which will automatically translate to "Good Day" anyway thanks to the communicator.]

My name is Kurt, and I hope we have an enjoyable time while we're made prisoner. [Hard to tell if he's being just a tad facetious there. He does hope it's fun for the most part of course! It's the prisoner part that he makes light of. He's got it in his head that this will be temporary though.]

Should I worry about dropping the soap?

[Ventus is sitting at one of the cafe-thingies, holding a cup, and staring into its contents with a look kind of like someone debating if they want to drink some foul smelling medicine or remain sick. He looks like he didn't sleep well last night, his hair still a bit mussed, and he's a bit red around the eyes, rubbing at them now and then.

Finally, he steels himself and takes a sip of the beverage, not quite liking the taste, but maybe with some more milk and sugar it will become bearable.

He takes the communicator and turns it on, sighing heavily.]

Anyone have a better way to keep awake than drinking coffee? I'm not liking it to much.

[And his internal mantra is: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, HELIX.]

Hey, everybody!

[ You can't see it, but he's totally waving. :D ]

What's your name?


[ Yep. That's it. Your name, Li wants it. All bazillion of you. ]

[The video opens on a smiling Hakkai, who is obviously out enjoying the weather. He's settled near what looks to be a pond, one hand dangling in the water.]

My. It's certainly noisy here today. I had no idea we were entertaining guests.

[Today was as good a day as any for a walk, no? However, Jane wasn't taking a walk alone today--she had an orange cat with her this time. An orange cat with a collar and a long leash, which looked just a little bit strange, but she had wanted to avoid chasing a cat around the entire dome, if possible. It helped that she had spent a few days in the pet cafe before deciding to adopt a pet, so the cat was at least somewhat used to her.

Every now and then she would stop and either take a break or play with her new companion, although if anyone was paying close enough attention they might notice that she was keeping her distance from anywhere that looked even slightly associated with the Defence Force. Funny, that.

Still, if you have ever wanted to catch her in a good mood or even with a smile on her face, now was the time. Not to mention that the cat was curious enough to just trot right up to people...]

[The feed abruptly comes on to a very panicked young man looking frantically at the screen, messing with buttons on the unfamiliar device in hopes of contacting the thing that greeted him.]

Hey! Wait! D-don't go! I have questions! How did I get here?! Aren't I supposed to get a trial or something!?And who puts truancy on the list next to accessory to murder and organized crime!? That's not... just... why is that even on the list at all... H-hey! A-are you listening?!

[Then there's that moment where it dawns on him he just had a very awkward sounding outburst in public. Of course. Well, he could at least say that wasn't his most humiliating public experience. He was in more than just his underwear this time. He heaved an exasperated sigh and hung his head.]

Of course your not. That's just my luck.

[He removes the device and sets it down next to him, unaware it was broadcasting to anyone but the voice that greeted him, and started rummaging through the brown bag with his belongings.]

For someone so against the mafia, they sure made this look like a seedy money drop... Ah, I'm going to be stuck in suit too... and it's all wrinkled up...

[Some time later on in the day, Axel's decided to wander around the dome and check the place out a little more, and to also burn some energy he's had building up in his system. So with Pluto hanging out beside him, he heads for the park in Sector 4. He doesn't have the same Frisbees he had before when he was in Marina, but he's still manage to pick up a generic circular one to bring along for Pluto to play with.

So, settled up beside a tree, he tosses the toy out through the air which Pluto gladly runs after at top speed, later hopping in the air to catch and bring back to Axel.

... He's got a lot of his mind, so maybe this should clear things up.]

[the communicator flicks on to a lot of throat clearing and subtle coughing. For a moment Stiles thinks about shutting the screen off and burying his head in his books, but. It's too late for that, right?]

Right so. Uh, I'm still pretty new to this place, but even I've realized that not everyone here is from California, or even from the same -- world as I am. Which got me thinking about stuff. Stuff of the supernatural variety. You know, ghosts, witches, voodoo magic, superpowers, werewolves. [He manages to sound very casual at the last bit. Aw yes.]

I'd like to know if anyone here has experience with those kind of things. And if you don't want to tell me, uh that's fine. I don't judge. I'm not really in a position to do a whole lot of judging considering...my situation. But yeah, it'd be nice to know.

[And he'll be sitting at this computer in the library, pretending to do something else while waiting. He's got a bunch of books all piled up by his chair, and most of them are things like Le Supernatural. Guy's gotta do his research!]

[Cain is sitting down in the middle of sector 0, just drinking some water and neglecting a vegetable bun in his lap. His communicator is off his head and next to him, so he might not be very responsive at first if you aren't speaking Japanese. In fact, he's looking a little wary of the thing altogether.]

[The first rule of Sector 6 is that we don't talk about Sector 6. That being said, there are some especially excited sounds coming from the barrier around Sector 6 today. Those in adjacent sectors really can't help but hear it. There's definitely scratching and thrashing against the wall. There's even the occasional roar or screech.]

Rise and shine, criminals. Welcome to Day 178 of the first generation. Your sky will be as sunny as your dispositions.

It seems you've managed to stop harming one another for a day. Well done. Maybe you aren't completely without hope. Or maybe you were just too distracted by the museum which is having a wonderful presentation on paperclips and other paper binding systems today.

Requested items for Wheatley and Kohran Li are now available for pick up at the kiosk.

[ It was rare, but sometimes Ventus was struck with large pangs of homesickness. He woke up, staring at the ceiling, wishing he was back at the Land of Departure, that Eraqus would be waiting for him outside to start training and Terra would be yelling at him to get up while Aqua scolded him in her quiet way. He missed all of that. Especially since he knew it wasn't going to be that way if he ever went back. They had moved so far beyond that...

So he got up, heading out, and went to the beach of all places. He plopped himself down in the sand.... and began making a sand castle.

Yeah, a sand castle.

He was trying to replicate The Land of Departure, with its high hills and little springs and bridges, with its architecture that would boggle the mind of really anyone else. He wasn't doing a wonderful job of it (it tended to look more like an oddly spiked lump than anything), but he was getting the basic idea. Yeah it might seem silly and childish, but sometimes even teenagers have to do these things to work through the pain of loneliness.

He had to smile though, as he carved out three stars to the side.

He was never really alone, just far away....]

Oh come on!

[He frowned as a sudden wave knocked down the east half of the small world and sighed, scuttling around to begin building the cliffs once more.]