MarinaNova Asylum

[Look up! You'll notice a floating island within the dome, and if you think those things attached to it are giant loud speakers, you'd be right. In fact, they're going to go off right about...]

Welcome to your new DOMEicile. [Pause for laughter.]

Today is Day 1 of the first generation of Marina Nova, but since that might cause some of you to do painful math exercises in those tiny brains of yours, I've decided to call it Day 174. The day we've created for you is temperate and sunny. Now, we have a lot to cover, so do listen up. I don't like to repeat myself, but this time I will make an exception. I am Veridical, one of your new wardens, and this is Conscienti, the other one.

[The voice changes. It's still artificial, but this one is less fluid than the other.]

Greetings, inmates. You have been transferred here from [ Marina Asylum ] due to the closing of the facility. Please do not be alarmed.

You may find your personal effects in a brown paper bag next to you. The standard-issue uniform [which is a bright orange jumpsuit with your name printed on it] is not equipped with pockets. Additional personal items have been brought over and can be found in [ Sector 0 ]. Please note that items that are deemed harmful have been confiscated. [This means weapons even if you had them in Marina.] Pets have been brought over and may be reclaimed in [ the Pet Café in Sector 1 ]. The Kiosk is open for additional questions and requests. We value your input.

Housing is available in [ Sectors 2, 3 and 4 ] and you are welcome to claim living quarters in any of these areas. Guide bots are stationed at each sector entrance and may be approached for a basic tour of your new home. Should you prefer to explore on your own, you can access [ the Marina Nova map ] through the menu on your communicator.

[Veridical chimes in again.] You also saw the rules in there. Or you didn't. Read them or not. You're still responsible for them. Some are the same as what you're used to and some aren't. New prison. New handbook. You're welcome to complain. I have been programmed with a wide range of dealing with nonsense. We did give you a little gift though. All your previous punishments have been wiped out. If you were wearing one of those darling little barrier collars or had an extra dose of power reduction it's gone. For now. We did keep your sex licenses in tact. That's why some of you are wearing those blue wrist bands. You're welcome.

[Conscienti continues without hesitation.] Your safety is important to us. All transfers have therefor been fitted with a temporary ankle monitor that restricts any abilities you may have which are deemed too dangerous for your initial integration period [powers, supernatural abilities, "normal humans" who can usually do things like make a wall crumble with a tap of their finger, etc.]. It will be automatically released [ at the end of the day ] unless there is reason to restrict your abilities further. Calm and orderly conduct will ensure your release. Your cooperation is appreciated.

Welcome to [ MarinaNova Asylum ]. We hope you enjoy your stay.

(OOC: And we're off! Feel free to respond via voice/video publicly or privately. Characters can also approach either Warden at the Kiosk — please specify if you'd like to talk to a specific Warden! Threadjacking is welcome to public remarks. You can also make your own posts or attack the dome-wide mingle!)

[Just a few moments after waking up in a strange place Derek is up and walking around, getting his bearings and learning the new surroundings. There are obvious differences, he can tell. But he'd rather talk to Reid, who has been imprisoned longer than him, to know for sure about all the differences that might be less noticeable. He also wants to find his baby girl. She has to be here somewhere too or the prison is gonna have a very upset Derek on their hands. Anyone can run into him as he'll be exploring each sector throughout the day.

However, the video flips on to show a concerned Derek. He wants to hear from and actually see his people with his own eyes.] Lookin' for Reid and Garcia. Anyone seen them?

Orange jumpsuits? Can't you guys be a bit more creative? I mean, I realize that orange is pretty demoralizing but what about blue? Or the classic with black and white stripes?

A little bit of variety here would be nice!

[ he plucks at this jumper and then shakes his head ] Man, I never thought I'd have to add getting sent to prison twice on my Marina Bingo card. What's next? Dolphin eats a newbie?

Private Voice to Peter Parker:

Hey there. Found your suit and thought you'd rather I take it then it go missing on you. You can actually fit in this thing?

((ooc: After Dean does the whole "collect your things" deal, he'll be wandering and winding up at the Rusty Spoon in Sector 4. Because when in doubt, follow your nose. Ain't nothing like a burger to make a day that much better! No matter the time of day. ))

Hello, everyone!

[No, he doesn't realize he's shouting.]

Those loud speakers are really loud, huh?

[He's on the floating island, so those speakers were really close to him.]

Does anyone have a really long ladder?

[Because there's no way down.]

[When PM opens her eyes, her view is filled with the bright light of day and the silhouettes of spires, domes, archways, and columns. With a sharp gasp, she shoves herself to her feet, looking around rapidly before she's even finished waking up or adjusting to her surroundings. This is not Prospit.]

[Fortunately, the announcement answers her other questions. Most of them, anyway--she scoops up her paper bag and opens it quickly. Her post office badge and, yes, her ring.]

[She pulls it out and slips it on. There's a brief pause, and she sighs when it doesn't work. She mostly expected that, but still--at least everyone else is on the same playing field for today. Placing the ring back inside, PM clutches the bag tightly in her paw and starts a checklist in her mind. Head toward Sector 0. Meet up with her friends, and get them somewhere safe. Check in on Castell at the pet cafe. And, because her not-murdering-Jack agreement was with Sentience, begin the hunt for a certain archagent.]

[Video | Private to WV and AR]

[She forces a smile, even if she's not exactly in a smiling mood.]

Are you here? Please answer as soon as you can.

--
((OOC: PM is basically going everywhere, so feel free to tag her in the location of your choice!))

Okay, that's it. I'm pissed. I've had about enough of this dimensional switcheroo crap.

[ he didn't have any belongings, wasn't terribly attached to the place he was staying, doesn't care about the orange jumpsuit beyond how incredibly pale he must look in contrast to the bright saturation, but he's so incredibly done with being picked up and tossed into one world from another. warning and explanation or not, not cool. ]

Y'know, I used to take people apart to see how they worked. Literally. Next robot I see's getting that same treatment.

[You're in a new prison and free!

Well, free to look around anyway. Maybe you'll pick your pet up from the pet cafe or search the pile for your personal items before someone else gets to them first. You could be inspecting the barrier around sector six. Did you just hear something scratching it from the other side? Maybe you want to find the nearest clothing store and upgrade from prisoner-chic to something a little more you. Maybe you appeared somewhere awkward and could use a hand with that. It could be you're just wandering around, familiarizing yourself with the new space.

Whatever it is, you're welcome to do it here.]

[The last that this certain troll could remember, he had been wide awake in Marina as he usually was that late at night. There had been some strange conversation he overheard on his headset, when suddenly the power entirely went out and even his vision had begun to go black until it went out much like the power had.

When he finally awakens, it's because he does so with a splash into the ocean. Immediately, he sputters until he gets to the surface and splashes about until he is able to swim his way back to shore, where he pants -- With his lungs, glad that he was able to get out before he had to use his gills too much to breathe. At some point he realizes there are a few fish stuck to him and flopping about, he subconsciously takes them off his clothes and throws them back into the ocean. Thankfully, he looks up towards the floating island above him instead of right away at his strange change of clothes and for once listens to the announcement. Now that he was filled in mostly on what the fuck was going on around him, he finally notices the orange jumpsuit -- Horrified that this was the standard-issue uniform, he immediately strips the wet clothes from his body so that he was now wearing nothing but his grey skin upon the beach wasn't it wonderful to be a superior species with their genitals held inside their body. This prison didn't seem that different to him if like the last one it dumped him right into the ocean. Don't think he hadn't noticed the ankle monitor even before the wardens had mentioned it in their announcement, as well. New prison, was still a prison.

The wardens had mentioned a brown paper bag with his personal affects in it, which was close by on the warm sand instead of in the water like he had been just a moment ago, he gives a dramatic sigh of relief at that. Unfortunately, once he looks into it he rips it apart, there was nothing in it as Eridan hadn't had anything in his pockets. Now on a mission to retrieve his clothes so he wouldn't have to be without them for too much longer, he gets up and makes his way towards where he believes Sector 0 would be.

Once there he will search for his clothes, the strangest sight to anyone who spots him --

A still dripping wet sea troll completely naked without his orange jumpsuit on.

Feel free to get in his way at any moment as he attempts to find his clothes.]

[ Tifa is Distraught with a capital D. She looks upset, worried... On top of the disorientation and confusion from being switched to a different facility so quickly after being brought to a place she didn't understand in the first place, she can't find Cloud. She can't get in touch with him, she hasn't seen him... She fears that he's gone, or something happened to him. ]

Has -- Does anyone know Cloud Strife? Has anyone seen him? I haven't been able to find him, and I'm not able to get in touch with him... I'm afraid something may have happened. Can someone help me? When people leave the dome, what happens to them? Do they go home? Do they leave anything behind telling us where someone has gone?

[ She's a little more frantic as each word passes her lips. ]

Please, if you could... I need to be sure he's alright.

Good day, Marina-- or, I suppose, Marina Nova. I hope everyone is adjusting as well as can be expected. We've suffered some tremendous losses [herself very much included,] but I am certain we will be able to manage things as well as possible.

With regards to the Defense Force -- with Suzaku Kururugi among those lost, and the Wardens confirming for me that weapons and life sign monitoring are no longer available -- I would like to make a proposal. [and she's going to make it openly, so anyone can weigh in... trolls she can handle, and it's worth the risk to give everyone a chance to speak.]

Although I believed strongly in Suzaku and what he did with the Force, there was something troubling me. In some cases, members' primary motivation for joining was to obtain a weapon. And while I know for a fact that Suzaku would not admit anyone who was not suitable, it nonetheless seems as though such a team should have members whose primary reason for joining is belief in its purpose. And further, I believe that the invasion of privacy that the former Defense Force utilized for monitoring life signs made inmates uneasy. I know I had my own questions about such methodology, but it was not my team and thus not my place to debate what was in place.

However, now that many things have begun anew, I am wondering if there are those among us who believe strongly enough in protecting others that they would agree to do so without the promise of a weapon, or any such personal gain. A new leader would need to be elected, and I would be happy to oversee the process if the potential members would like. Any and all proposals will be considered.

With regards to weaponry and special abilities for those who would use them in defense of themselves or others, that is a battle that I will continue to fight with the Wardens, regardless of whether there is a formal Defense Force. I believe in our members, and all of you will have my full support regardless of the status of the organization as a whole.

[Perceptive characters may notice a distinct undertone of being rather pissed the fuck off in Thirianna's voice today.]

So this is what I forsaw.

It is strange that the threads would be so entangled for something like this.

I shall look into the skein again - We may be able to learn something about this new... facility.

[Filtered to Felicia, Gaunt, Cain]

For your information, I do not feel the presence of the ruinous powers here, either. This may be owing to the interference of this anklet, but I doubt it.

[It's been a long time since he's felt well rested enough like this, but when he wakes up he feels odd and out of place. The wind is faster and beneath him doesn't feel anything like his bed.

After opening his eyes Axel realizes that he's staring up at a brick ceiling he's never seen before, but despite his questions he doesn't seem too disturbed and simply sits up to look around, first noting the change in surroundings and then finally the orange thing he's wearing. ...Ok, the last time he wore orange, he was a teenage punk without any fashion sense to wrestle his way out of a paper bag with, so needless to say that he doesn't want to see this again.

With a sigh he stands and then listens closely to the greeting on the communicator. ...A new prison, new wardens, and all of his possessions are off somewhere else while he's unable to teleport. Great. At least the communicator hasn't changed.

Speaking of which, he reaches up to flick his device on and without bothering to make the feed private he starts to speak.]

Let's just make this easy and take things back to elementary school. If you're here, say "here" so that people don't have to ask all the time. No need to raise your hand unless you absolutely have to.

[...Then he makes a quick private call.]

...Roxas?

--- [ Action: Open, Sector 2 ] ---

[ While outwardly calm, Sasha is pretty much pumped on adrenaline as she goes through the new Dome. She figured she would concentrate looking through Sector 0, but upon realizing the daunting amount of personal rebuilding she has to do, she figures she might just look for some kind of anchor -- some kind of home.

Thus she wanders through the Sector 2 apartments, just so she can leave her belongings somewhere safe and that she would have free hands. She keeps an eye open to anyone she can bump into: old faces for her own relief, and new ones she might be able to help... ]

( Private to Touma Kamijou and Gemini Kanon )


(( OOC: Feel free to bump into Sasha in Sector 2 or use this post to contact her via the network! She also doesn't know that Gemini Kanon wouldn't make the transfer SOB. ))