[So there's a naked blue chick in the computer labs, leaning on one elbow and milking the computers for all they're worth as well as the communicator she's kept on. Hacking the available resources is the way to go to get the information you want, right? So you bet your boots she's listening to (all) the broadcasts today.

Get too close and get side-eyed. If the room starts to get busy she'll shift her form to something a little easier to blend in, preferably Jean Grey. Just because Logan likes it. But for now she's just reclining and putting up her feet. First glance's free, second's going to cost you.]

[The feed begins, and anyone who knows Edgar would more than likely to be a bit confused to hear him as this. His tone is polite and formal, but overly so, and cold. Anyone who knows him particularly well (i.e. probably no one here) would recognize that he’s clearly quite angry and upset at something – but keeping it covered somewhat well.]

I have come to understand that we are all being held prisoner here, and many of us under false or at least questionable charges. It has also been said that this place is inescapable, and going to be our collective home for the foreseeable future. Therefore, it only makes sense to work together in this endeavor.

As such, allow me to introduce myself. I am Edgar Figaro. I look forward to working with you all.

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[Since he's restrained, this morning will find him in the dining hall, eating breakfast, likely near the other restrained inmates. He does not look particularly pleased with the situation, but he doesn't seem to be taking it out on anyone at the moment. Care to interrupt him?]

[ there's a note posted on the board in the shelter. it reads:

You, a pregnant woman and a convicted murderer are on a boat that is sinking.

Only two of you can survive.

Who lives?

the note is in precise, straight print and is unsigned. other cards and pens lay near the board. ]

((ooc: Note-jacking is a-ok on this post! Giving permission individually is not necessary! :D))

[It's been a long time since they've felt stirrings like these. There's a restlessness in their movements, the subtle, minor twitches of a caged animal. Anger simmers and throbs underneath their skin, and anyone who walks through the park will see the cruel and angry gouges within the earth and trees that marks their passing.]

Have you ever killed before, fellow inmates? If so, what did it feel like to you? [They truly want to know, and though there might be a grin on their face, their expression is pensive.]

((OOC: Potential for fights here, if you tick 'em off enough! Fair warning. <3))

[As evening falls on another fair night in Marina, Cain is doing his usual patrol rounds. Only this time, he has accompaniment: none other than Colonel-Commissar Gaunt, freshly deputized and weaponized for the Defense Force.]

[Though Cain keeps a sharp eye for danger and an ear on the network for the same, the night seems fairly calm and peaceful, so there's room for friendly chatter and banter as they make their way along their patrol route.]

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((OOC: You're welcome to tag both, or just one of the commissars! Just indicate in your subject, please.))

[ after throwing a tantrum over the fact that his powerz are not workign!!11!! sylar's now sulking all by himself on a park bench ]

I guess this is the part where I defend myself and scream obscenities at whoever will listen. [ oozing sarcasm ] Luckily enough for all of you, I don't feel like engaging in a pointless speech about how I'm innocent and how all of this is ridiculous. Blah. Blah. Blah.

[ flipping the pamphlet open and reading ] I'm here, aren't I? Might as well endure the long haul. [ he doesn't want to, no one can make him, if only his powers worked then he could wreck this entire dome apart -- ]

[ his eyes coast across the faq section, focusing suddenly. and then his mind blanks out and he completely forgets, if only for a moment, that he is in an underwater asylum with no chance to get at Peter and the other genetically gifted individuals ]

[ ...to restrain the powers of the convicted... ]

...Supernatural abilities? Do people even have those here?

[ A C T I O N ]

[ So, taking a nice walk in the park? It's lovely, isn't it? Of course it is, the park is always so great. Nice green gardens, lovely displays, a little playground to play around in, a dead kid on a bench, fantastic scenery-- Wait, wait, wait, back up. ]

[ What dead kid? ]

[ On one of the park benches around, there is one (1) teenager lying upon it with his hands folded over his stomach, looking pretty peaceful. On closer inspection, he's actually breathing, so false alarm. However, should he really be sleeping out here? He's a new person in Marina since there's a welcome basket on the floor, by him. ]

[ Well, it looks like he's really happy and won't be waking up for another hour... Unless someone comes to bother him and wake him up from his sleep, but why would you even. ]

[ V I D E O - an hour and half later ]

[ In the fellow network of today, there is yet another newcomer into Marina. He doesn't seem all that rattled though, especially for one that has just shown up in an area that's deep underwater. It hasn't taken him long to figure out how to work this headset and he has a few questions to ask, which is why the video function is on, but for now... he seems rather more focused on the basket of food he has in his hands... ]

[ This said basket also seems very empty of all food... despite it being full just twenty minutes ago... ]

[ This "mysterious" person finishes eating from the packets of nuts and places the wrapper back into the basket. He looks down at it before picking it up. ]

Is that it?

[ These welcome baskets just aren't what he is used to anymore and nope, not going to ask about the prison...yet... ]

[he's been sitting in the library, orienting himself; he thinks he's gotten a good grasp on the situation and that it's safe to use his communicator to chat. Charles is meandering through the library as best he can with his restraint on, observing the stacks]

From the Ivy League to the CIA to the big house. [a little laugh] It's quite an unexpected leap. I have to say this reading selection is a trifle lacking, but I suppose that's to be expected... Other than the material in my welcome basket, of course! That was quite appreciated. I love the sunglasses, they're a nice touch.

[--he is more than a little disoriented with his telepathy sealed off like this; things he could normally have picked up in seconds are mystifying him. but even though the welcome pamphlet talked about "powers", he's not comfortable just casually talking about that in public. he mulls over how to put this into words, and finally asks cheerfully]

So, come and tell me. Who else is, or was, excited by all this far-out technology? I can't be the only one who was astonished to see half a dozen computers in this library, each of them small enough to fit in my arms! And these communicators, they're amazing, just -- really amazing.

Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Children of all ages! Gather round, one and all! The Fight Club is finally underway! [Their double-edged voice quivers here with barely restrained anticipation, and after they dig their claws deep into their palms, they'll begin again.]

We're so sorry to have kept you waiting, but no longer! Come on down to the arena! Sit back, relax--but most importantly, do enjoy the show! It's going to be a night you'll never forget! [They laugh hard and long here, unrestrained glee crackling through their tone before the connection is cut.]

[Won't you join them?]

((OOC: Each character will be announced into the ring through Gabriel, the lovely referee! He's on hiatus right now, so just assume it happens. <3))

[once the line is open she hesitates, like so many times before she finally had the courage to click the button. Anew quickly double-checks the filter, takes a deep breath,]

Does anyone mind answering a question for me? I know it's a little personal -- [just say it]

Is it a hard thing for you to stand up for yourself?

Fine, if loving my daughter is a crime, then lock me away!

[ Already the theatrics are practically oozing from her voice. ]

Obviously I deserve it, how dare I treat a young woman with love and respect? Oh, you're certainly teaching me a lesson. Never again will I be a loving parent, is that what you want from me? I've seen the light, the error of my ways, how dreadful of me to look out for her well being.

[ Her dramatics swell, dropping almost immediately, and she sounds agitated. ]

Are you happy now, is that what you wanted to hear?

You've all heard the news by now, haven't you? Our precious arena is finally complete! [Their mood has been brightened substantially with this knowledge, and they're leering expectantly into the video.]

This means the Fight Club will be starting so very soon... You all do have your paperwork filled out, hm? Maybe if you bribe us, we'll let you in, anyway! Really, we can't think of what else we'd need to say, so! Questions? Concerns? Anymore contenders?

((OOC: Thanks to our lovely Ava-mun, we now have a Fight Club Rules and Sign Ups! page!))

[New kid on the block happens to be shouting loud enough for those around to hear. And those listening in on their devices too.]

DON’T TOUCH ME! I ordered you to maintain a distance so why aren't you maintaining it?! If you come any closer, I'll end your very existence! --What the hell are you, anyway?

... I said STOP! Stupid thing, are you hard of hearing?!

[There appears to be a sixteen-year-old boy shouting and pointing at one of Marina's fine, upstanding bots! ... Who looks like it just wants to do its job around the dining hall and usher the loud boy out of the way.]

[Aqua's in the shelter kitchen, going through the fridge and cupboards in the attempt to make the ultimate mocha. Maybe if she can get Roxas to wake up long enough to drink it, it'll help? Even though Acumen said everything would wear off, you'll have to excuse her for worrying about sleep-related effects on people who look like Ven.]

[While she's at it, she might as well make breakfast and take a portion back for him. That should help, too.]

Is anyone else awake?

Dream One | Repentance | Open
[You're inside of a church. It would be so very beautiful--if it wasn't so dark. If you look closely at the cold, marble floor, you might catch glimpses of blood. Look too hard, and they vanish. Maybe you're just imagining things. Still, everyone has to be guilty of something. In the shadows, your sins are lurking, and the more you try to ignore them, closer and closer they'll creep. In front of the alter, you'll find Eddie--but few will recognize him without his symbiotic skin. He's dressed in a priest's garb, and he seems to be praying. Bodies lie at his feet.]

Dream Two | It's Hiding in the Dark | Open
[You're in the city. It's dark, and it's wet, and it's cold. The street lights keep flickering, and Eddie is standing underneath one, looking frazzled--and more importantly, scared. Suddenly, there's a roar from the shadows, and something big with far too many teeth comes hurtling towards you both. All you can see are those white, menacing eyes, and its chilling grin even as it tries to swallow you whole. You'd better run for it. Somehow you know that staying to fight will be a fatal, stupid mistake.]

Dream Three | Super Heroes | Open
[Welcome to New York City. Suddenly, you have super powers, and your good pal Venom is busy smashing up some nasty bank robbers that are holding the poor people inside hostage. But what's this? Here comes your arch nemesis, planning on wiping out the entire city! You've got to stop them and save the innocents!]

Dream Four | Dream Boat | Open
[You're on a date. With Eddie Brock. He's big, he's handsome, he's witty, he's charming. Wait, why are you here again? What are you two even doing?]

[Voice]

If anyone is looking for Harry Potter, he's gone.

[/Voice]

[Action]

[He had been woken up by the robots coming in to clear out Harry's things. He had been stupid to think that he could have a 'normal' life here. Frustrated, Otoha grabbed his sword and headed to the dojo to practice. He needs to stop thinking, needs to break things and cut things and destroy something.]

[He unsheathes his sword, taking a moment to calm himself as much as he can before slicing into the first dummy.]

[[ooc; The voice part is open, and the action part is closed. \o/]]

[It starts with one light at first, lifting itself from a roof nearest the beach--a solitary lantern glowing and drifting away on the light breeze. From one come many, several burning glows bursting to life and rising up above the trees and the buildings, lanterns of all shapes and sizes floating along like a river of lights. They bob and weave around each other, lightly bumping to change their directions, similar to stars high up near the apex of the dome, the waters below sparkling from the glow.

At the beach there are several tables where inmates may receive a lantern of their own to light and send on its way into the sky, joining the others as they burn through the night.]

[The lanterns are all around the dome, but they will eventually make their way to floating above the waters at the beach. Feel free to see them just about anywhere outdoors! If you want the full effect, check out the full scene from Tangled.]

[Ava is at the ramen stand, and she's got to say it's not as bad as she thought. College students have a skewed perspective on what real ramen tastes like, she guesses.

But it's still not enough.]

I could go for a greasy double bacon cheeseburger with a side of salty fries. Why is it there's a pizza place and a noodlebar, but no burger joints?

I say we lodge a formal complaint.

Good morning, inmates. It is the 115th day of the third generation. Today, the weather will continue to be warm and clear.

Tonight, at the request of inmate Rapunzel, the dome will have a floating lantern display. Please enjoy it. Any attempt to tamper with the lanterns is prohibited.

Inmates Sherlock Holmes and Shiki Ryougi, the items you requested are available by the entrance to Sector 0.

( The video opens to a church hall, and the soft sound of singing )

[As Lacus continues her song in the background, Neil addresses the camera:]

Good morning, Marina. I'm sure some of you have heard of this project Lacus and I have been working on. [ Gesturing to the scene behind him. ] Starting tomorrow, the church will be open for all who would make use of a place of worship. And, as it's non-denominational, everyone is welcome to come with whatever faith they have. [ He rubs at his neck. ] I'm afraid you'll have to request additional supplies from Acumen but he's usually pretty quick about these things.

[The song ends as Neil's explanation concludes, and Lacus approaches with, what else?, a smile.]

I hope everyone will come by and see the hard work we and the haros have done. We'll be serving refreshments outside. And anyone who might be interested in being a part of a choir, please do let us know!

Also, feel free to take this time to set up with us any schedules for public services if that's your thing! Priests, and the like, I mean. In the meantime -- we have a cover set up outside with some tables, and the grill is going. We hope to see you soon! [ With a two-finger salute, he disappears from the camera. ]

[ A few minutes later, Neil comes back on the feed, looking surprised, but pleasantly so. ] --oh, it looks like someone has volunteered to hold confessions! Since that room is finished, we'll have that service alone available for the next few hours, if anyone wants to stop by and get something off their chest, privately.

((OOC: Event style! Lacus and/or Neil may answer network replies; ANYONE can action with each other -- crashers included! Cross is going to be working for once, taking confessions for his own amusement. There is a designated thread for this. People are welcome to figure out who he is *if you know him well enough ICly* to recognize him by voice alone. The separate doors lead to other bright rooms that can be used for services that are more private/don't like the atmosphere in the main hall.))