MarinaNova Asylum

[ morning ]

[Why couldn’t they give him letter writing? Or cleaning the toilets? It was something public last time too. He gets that it’s a punishment, but being up in front of people, presenting, it was humiliating. At least this wasn’t an all-day thing, or broadcast to the entire dome, like last time.]

So apparently my punishment this time is to give some kind of “respectable” lecture. I’ll try to have something thrown together this afternoon. You don’t have to come. [Please don’t come.] But it’ll be at the Education Center.

[He spends the morning cleaning up his store and working on his lecture.]

[ afternoon – lecture ]

[So, he really has so very little prepared. He has no idea what he’s doing. Even if he came with tons of notes and worksheets and materials, he would be lost, because this is just not something he can do. At least he has a topic. It’s dumb. The more he thinks about it, the more dumb it seems, and he should just not do it, but then he’ll catch hell for not doing it, and that’s even worse.

He winds up writing and drawing on the board.]

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[ action ]

[ This is not the syndicate laboratory. The boy looks around himself in a panic before noticing the message playing on the headset he's been given. The welcome message makes sense, he guesses; the list of crimes, not so much. There are a couple that he can understand why, in theory, somebody might accuse him of them, but he has no idea where most of the rest of them came from.

He's never even driven a car before, let alone without a license. Or while asleep.

And he's never heard of any MarinaNova Asylum. Well, that's easily solved with a simple lookup. Standing right there in the middle of the sidewalk in Sector 2, paying no mind to the storm damage surrounding him, he closes his eyes and spreads his arms to his sides.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing. He can't access the Gaia Library. This... is not good. ]


[ video ]

[ The boy on the video feed is visibly disheveled. His hair is a mop-like mess and there's a look of disorientation in his eyes that goes beyond the usual new arrival. ]

What is this place? I can't look anything up. I need to-- my research, I can't be here--

action;
[ One moment, she has her grip firmly around Bonnie and Caroline both, a tight embrace of nerves and relief and raw emotion, eyes wide in disbelief and voice cracking in a gasp of her friend's name, and the next? The next she's standing in a dome under the sea, with dress changed for an orange jumpsuit that screams nothing short of prison and then the announcement starts and as she listens, all she can do is dig her nails painfully into the flesh of a palm still stained with blood (hers, or Tessa's, she can't really remember), in some attempt at stability.

Everything the voice speaks is true; how many crimes had she become guilty of? In an existence that had long become a single, waking funeral, how many deaths did she cause? But she knew that, she knew and she accepted this as part of her very being and this? This was wrong and it made her angry. Angry, to have a best friend that was dead be ripped from her grip like this again, angry that she had no choice. Angry that this was nothing short of what someone horrible would deserve, too.

She breathes in, collects herself with eyes fluttering shut and chin rising high. A spine painfully straight, she listens to the noises around her and -

- and goes absolutely rigid when she hears much less than she thinks she should. It's like the hearing she has become so starkly attuned to had been pressed to mute and her mind is reeling all over again as she pivots on the back of her heel and walks, walks hell knows where with a distant stare. Stops again, sets her jaw. No, she's faced worse things than this. She's survived worse things, and just like with everything else, she'll survive this; and she'll figure out how the hell to get back to her home. With some semblance of resolve returned, and with a step far more certain than she felt, she begins to walk through the dome. ]


video;
[ she turns the device to video, focuses the screen to herself. her smile is brief, and hesitant, but it's there, worn as a habitual shield she's taught herself to hold. because she isn't sure how she should be responding to this situation. to being in prison. ] Bonnie? Are you here?

- Or, well. Anyone from Mystic Falls? [ loathe as she is to admit it, any one of them could be here in account of whatever crimes this place knew about. she saw bonnie's name in the contacts, and in light of her best friend's recent ... resurrection, it's the first thing she must ask. a strand of hair tucked behind her ear. and there's a set to her jaw that hints at her growing frustration, unease.. ]

So - what do they want us to do, exactly? Spend our time contemplating all the bad things we could've done? [ no way was she elaborating any of her crimes; a glance tossed sideways, as she looks on from a little perch she's found to sit on, in the hideous orange jumpsuit she found herself in. ] Or community service - or what? [ seemed pretty laughable, t b h. she works at her bottom lip, and there's a passing frown along her nose as she pushes out a sigh. ] I guess I just want to know more about this place. Help a girl out?

Thanks - [ another small press of her lips, a single dimple in her cheek that's strained at best, before the feed cuts short. ]

[Voice — Closed to Artemis, Zatanna, and M'gann]

[Wally had avoided his friends ever since he had bolted out of the apartment he shares with them early yesterday morning. It wasn't exactly something he set out to do, but he needed to get away so he could think about everything he learned about his future back home the day before now that he was a teenager again. Or rather, he had to get away so he didn't have to think about it. He knew it was something Artemis and him were eventually going to have to talk about it—the two of them were building a life together before he went and "saved the world"—but it just wasn't a conversation he was ready to have yet.

But with the crazy weather the dome was experiencing today, he felt the need to check in with them. Not just to make sure they are fine, but to let them know he is too. Zatanna and M'gann might not know what's going on with him, but they were bound to notice that he never came home last night.]

This is some weather we're having, huh. [This really shouldn't be this awkward.] You ladies doing okay?

[ video ]
[Veronica looks remarkably well for someone who was violently assaulted yesterday. The magic of Warden technology. Still, while they could heal the stab wound, the emotional ones will take more time.]

Our good friends the Wardens have asked that I start a game over the network, so why don't we play one of my favorites: anonymous confessions. Got something weighing on your soul? Share it here. Our favorite Warden has made it so your voice will be distorted beyond all recognition. People can guess but no one will ever know...

[If knowledge is a weapon, secrets are the assault rifle for a private detective. Know a person's secrets, and you know that person's weaknesses. And while this may not be the most effective way of gathering them...well, everybody's gotta start somewhere.]



[ooc: Veronica got special permission from the Wardens to enable people to respond anonymously to this post. Just put "anon" in the subject line for any post that's anonymous. Voice responses will have a filter (can be a silly filter if you want), and video posts will have a silly picture and voice distortion.]

( Closed | Action | Housemates )

[ Open | Video & Action ]
[Artemis appears on screen looking five years older. There is a little maturing in the face but otherwise she looks basically the same except that she's wearing her long, blond hair down instead of up in her usual ponytail.] So, I guess this is what Conscienti meant by temporal anomalies. Anyone else affected?

[She'll spend some of her time out and about checking things out. She's not sure how many people are actually up to patrolling.]

Closed to Ianto

Jack wakes slowly, with the odd feeling that all is not as it should be. There's a warm body in bed beside him, but it's not John's, and the bed is far more comfortable than the rough peasant bed he's fairly sure he went to sleep in.

He cracks open an eye and takes in the young man sleeping beside him, his mouth spreading into a wide smirk. "Well, good morning, handsome!"

Open to all

Jack will be out and about during the day, exploring curiously. You can find him investigating the kiosk, in the sea and the hot springs pools, checking out the computer lab (and probably its porn too), examining the Defence Force HQ, looking round the Plush Rump, or eating in one of the restaurants. Come nightfall, he will certainly be sampling the nightlife in the various bars. Take your pick. :-)


[FYI: I'm taking Jack from during the five years he was stuck in a time loop with John Hart, a fellow Time Agent who was Jack's partner 'in every way'. He's in his early 20s, and John's had a lot of influence in him, very little of it good. This is still years before he meets the Doctor and becomes a hero. Expect lots of outrageous flirting!]

[ training ]

The specified location for today's exercise, detailed in communiques to the Defense Force at large, wasn't far into Sector 6. It's unfortunate that they must meet here, but it had been the obvious choice for its open spaces, organic terrain, and relative seclusion. Data is there early, ensuring that a perimeter is well established and all safety precautions are in place. There is also, of course, a detailed emergency response plan on standby in his memory banks - an absolutely necessary precursor to his agreeing to hold the exercise here.

When he is satisfied with the course, he waits and makes himself available to any arriving members who may wish to approach him prior to the beginning of the exercise. Once everyone is present, a precisely calculated few minutes after the scheduled meeting time to allow for any stragglers, Data will step forward and address the attendees.

"Greetings, and thank you for coming. As you have likely been made to understand, the purpose of our assembly here is to encourage a higher level and increased efficiency of cooperation, communication, and coordination among the individuals comprising the Defense Force. As opposed to focusing on individual ability in combat, we will focus on the dynamics of the team as a whole, becoming more comfortable working with one another, and trusting each other in hazardous situations."

( cut for absurd length )


[ ooc: please assume announcements about this went out to the defense force over the past couple of days ic! just not much to play out with that, of course. jump in on the course or after, threadjack, go nuts! have fun!

also open to ALL DEFENSE FORCE MEMBERS regardless of your department! ]

[There's something...different about Zatanna when she appears on screen. She'd always had an air of confidence about her, but right then, that mischeivous twinkle in her eye looked...prideful. Sinfully prideful.]

[The glimmering purple pearl currently hanging from her wrist may or may not have something to do with that.]

Hey, Jack, remember when you mentioned you wanted to see a few of my tricks? I'm down at the rec center, if you still think you're up for it.

...offer's open for anybody looking for a challenge, by the way. I'm feeling playful today.



[[ACTION]]

[Anybody who stopped by would find the fourteen-year-old magician messing with a few atmospheric spells in the multi-purpose room. While casually sitting atop a pommel horse. Relaxing, one leg crossed over the other. Drinking Starbucks a latte.]

[Welcome to Hoarders: Young Justice edition.

Our star hoarder started her collection with a single, green pearl. The rest of the collecting came slowly, but it increases with each passing day. A trip to one store and then another. She needs something in this aisle and one of everything on this shelf. Heck, why not two?

She even got a bike with a sidecar from the sector 4 bike store just to help carry her winnings back to the apartment.]

(OOC: Anyone can find her in a store or out with her loaded up bike. Roommates can find her at the apartment.)

There has been a lot said of us and our choices lately. [By Spike, Rose, and Tyki.] I want us to be a force against the wardens, not each other. We spent a lot of time and energy on Spike in hopes it would save and protect lives. So far, I believe it will.

Unfortunately, it looks like we may need to do it again.

[She's known for a long time an announcement like this might be necessary, but she hasn't wanted to make it. She hoped with the other noah gone and even the exorcists that maybe he would just relax. Fish. Something. But that isn't how things have panned out.

She's close to this one. Closer than she was when it was about Spike. She has a history with Tyki—physically and emotionally. It wasn't long ago he was holding her as she cried over Reid's disappearance and then she was making him bleed and now...]

You should all know Tyki Mikk from the watch list. He's brutally attacked people from his world who were staying here in the past and recently he tried to block our efforts with Spike. You might have heard his "apology" about that. I did strike first and I hoped the injuries I got would be the last, but last night he attacked Spencer Reid, breaking his fingers.

Tyki can make himself intangible and tangible at will and at the same time. He can block your attack while making his own. [Something her power doesn't allow.] He also has access to dark matter, something we don't know a lot about. It can be a poison. He can also manipulate it's form, making his arm like a blade. His body has a lot of stamina and regenerative abilities. He also has and breeds tease which are flesh-eating butterflies. One at a time they're nothing, but in a group or inside you they are a problem.

We need options. Options to contain, reform, and kill. He's dangerous and powerful, but he can't be unstoppable. We need to be ready. I want the investigative team researching and everyone else stepping up your training individually, but most especially in teams.

[She's wearing a pink pearl and has been for some time, but even with the pearl working as hard as it can, it's not finding a lot of happiness to draw out these days. And right now she just wants to get to Reid and make sure he's okay.]

(OOC: Backdated to afternoon.)

[ The feed starts long before anyone speaks, lingers in eerie silence broken by the clicks of a stubborn lighter, the dry crackle of tobacco being set alight, the hollow intake of smoke in dead lungs. The trembling exhale, functioning as an initial indicator to just how rough and ragged his voice is when he does speak. Strained, like he's been screaming himself raw or perhaps the measured and stilted words are a product of him trying to keep himself from doing just that. ]

Are you happy now? Is the world all bright, full of puppydogs and rainbows again? Messing with things you don't understand... makes you feel powerful, doesn't it? Like you're in control. Like you know something. Let me tell you a lit'le secret: you don't know shit. You've never been in control and you never will be. Always somethin' else, calling the shots... whether you realize it or not.

The real monsters aren't out there... but in here. [ Punctuated by the hollow knock of knuckles against breastbone and then he cuts the feed. ]

Hi. Today, we're talking about witches and witchcraft. We have a guest co-lecturer, so I'll be going over how things work where I'm from and Piper Halliwell [nodding over to her] will talk about her world's human-created magics.

( Witchcraft )

Questions & Discussion

[He looks at Piper again to see if there's anything else she wants to add.] Okay, so questions for either of us?

(OOC: Mingle style. Sam's comments are black. Piper's comments are in orange. Notifs are off so tag Sam and Piper during class with questions or catch him or her before or after class. Use your discretion with the links provided. They didn't necessarily cover every detail, but feel free to bring more into it. Please note Sam's canon point is toward the send of season 5, so nothing beyond that.)

[What is this thing in the dome? It's not even human like! Still he is here liven up your day!]

Scenario 1
[Yakko is out running around the dome. He doesn't seem like he is running scared or anything. More just running to have fun. He seems remarkably at ease for someone who just woke up to find themselves in a reverse fish tank.

When he crosses someone's path, he stops and approaches]

Say, you wouldn't have seen two youngsters running around, have you? One is wearing a blue shirt and red hat and the other a pink skirt.

Scenario 2
[Yakko has found himself a nice spot in the middle of the dome, near the kiosk in Sector 0. Seemingly oblivious to being trapped and the fact that he was wearing an orange jumpsuit (really, odd things were normal for him), he stands there.

But it may also be the prize style wheel behind him. There are some numbers on it and "prizes" like "lose a turn" and "trip to tahiti". At the top in large, friendly letters, it reads "WHEEL OF MORALITY". And he stands at the ready to accost anyone who comes by.

And when someone does...]

It's that time again!

[Action]

[Bobby Drake eventually got bored after spending some time touring the dome and searching for the other X-Men. And like what usually happened when Bobby got bored, he decided to do something about it. This time that something was claiming a small portion of one of the parks as his own and turning it into a winter wonderland.

He'll be there for a while, using his powers to help decorate his wonderland with multiple snowmen, a five foot snow fort with three walls, an igloo, and perhaps even a giant ice swan just because he's feeling creative. Making snow angels is a must too.]

[Video]

[Once he's done with his decorating, the Network will be greeted with his smiling icy face. This will be sure to get his friends attention if they're here.]

So what do you guys think? [He gestures to his snowy handiwork in the background with a thumb.] Pretty cool, huh.

[Jack appears on-screen in the dojo in the Sector 1 Athletics Complex, looking oddly energised and restless.]

So, I find myself really geared up for a little sparring. Anyone fancy joining me for a bit of a work-out?


((OOC: I am *really* not good at describing fights of any kind (my brain just refuses to be interested) so I'm mostly just looking to gloss over any actual fighting. This post is more about emphasising how aggressive Jack's got lately due to the red pearl in his pocket, so feel free to have your character comment on that rather than/as well as offering themselves as a sparring partner.))

[Video]
[the video opens to a winning smile from a boy who looks about 13 or 14]

Greetings, fellow inmates!

I've an important question to ask you all. Two, in fact. [he brandishes a smartphone, the screen of which is blank]

First, my phone is in need of sustenance. Does anyone have a Starkphone 3 power cord I could borrow for a time? I'm willing to pay!

Two, what's the Wi-Fi password? Though I suppose I shan't need that if I can't get a power cord.

[Action]
[he's poking about section 4, idly fiddling with his communicator while taking in his surroundings. He's wearing his standard costume of tunic and leggings with cowl and hood]

[he comments quietly to seemingly no one] You needn't look so disapproving, the internet can be a very important resource! And what better way to get to know my fellows than ask their help?

[[ooc note: be warned, I may have to do lots of backtagging!]]

[It's been a while since Neil addressed the Network, but here he is, folks, wide-eyed and eager.]

Is this a Visitors' Day? I thought it might be, because there are so many new people, and they haven't said anything about new inmates. I wasn't really sure if you had them here.

If there's anyone here from the City-- or anyone who visited the City, too, or from home, if anyone's come that far-- I'd like to say hello. My name is Neil, I used to run the bookshop called Bilton and Scaggs and I put on plays, from time to time.

[He grins.]

Or if you're new, and you'd like to say hello, that's great too! I hope you enjoy your visit. I know it's an odd place, but it's nice. And if it's anything like this used to be in the City, it shouldn't be long.

action.
[ the best way to deal with finding out vampires are real (and that she was dating one) right before being kidnapped to a prison is to... ask someone what's going on here, despite being told in no uncertain terms. it's somehow still unbelievable.

that's what elena gilbert's doing. she's lost and maybe in a little bit of shock, and it shows: her eyes are constantly moving, taking in her surroundings; she's quiet, opting to listen rather than question, but if someone passes her, chances are you'll find a gentle hand on your arm and an: ] Excuse me, I... Do you know what's going on? [ she's nothing if not dogged after all; didn't she just leave her world questioning and challenging a vampire?

it's funny, how that's a welcome thought to any of this. at least at home, she was home. she had two feet on the ground, even if the world as she knew it was being changed and turned upside down. but it was her world, and she knew it. she knew about vampires, but she knew stefan too. she knew and had her friends, her family - jeremy. the thought of her brother has her throat closing in worry, concern, and longing. (she's so sorry she's not there for him.)

but she can't think of leaving jeremy right now. she has to think about her circumstances. ]


video.
[ later on, elena is still shaken but she pulls out her communicator with a readying inhale to try to contact someone - because that's the hope she's clinging to, that they might give her answers. ]

I'm told there might be people here like me. [ elena starts this off abruptly, after a moment of fidgeting with the device. it's not a mode of communication she's used to, but then again it's not as if any of this is something she's used to. and she thought vampires were shocking.

anyhow, her brows furrow and she backtracks. ] Not prisoners [ don't even let her get started on that ] but people from my world. I was hoping if anyone I know is here... [ she can't be selfish and yet she wishes for her aunt jenna, for her brother jeremy, for caroline or bonnie or matt. (and despite herself, she misses stefan too.) ] Anyway, I'm Elena. It's... nice to meet all of you. [ not really, but she's polite. ]

[ zuko's been here for over an hour and he hasn't seen one familiar face – or landmark. what started out as fading back into the crowds that flanked either side of the street in the busiest section of ember island's shopping district after spotting a cluster of soldiers had quickly turned into something else entirely. the people were different, the stores were different, and he was surrounded by water, like he was standing at the bottom of a lake, encased in the relative safety of a waterbender's air bubble.

it was near the library that the treasonous prince finally removed the hood of his cloak, realizing that it didn't matter whether someone saw the scar on his face or not, because scar or no scar, nobody was going to recognize him. wherever he was, it wasn't anywhere near ember island or the fire nation, and he had no idea how he even got here. that bothered him more than anything else. ]

Excuse me. [ he stepped out in front of the next lucky person to pass by the sidewalk leading up to the library's steps. ] What city is this?