MarinaNova Asylum

[ As if things hadn't completely unraveled and gone to hell enough over the course of the past five minutes, now Dirk is... standing in the middle of a bowling alley? The welcome message plays and he listens, getting increasingly frustrated. By the time he reaches the end and his list of ~crimes committed~ is read he half wants to crush the damn communicator in his hand. His irritation with the situation would be over nine thousand, if there was actually a scale with which to measure units of being annoyed.

All he's got are his sunglasses -- without his home's wireless network there's no internet for the built-in software to connect to, and it seems the autoresponder's program is just... gone? What the hell?

It's not long before Dirk figures out how the communicator works. ]

Okay, no. I don't have time for this.

Wardens, if I don't get back home to fix things within the next five fucking minutes that's gonna make you accomplice to at least one and probably three deaths. Let's not do this.

W-- well same to you, mister!! [ indignant redhead is indignant. ] I'm not all veiny dye-job goth anymore, this is -- dumb...

And -- and I can't get this thing off my ankle! [ she is pouty, as a result. ] Any tips for the new girl? I'll um - I'll give ya a hug? [ deflate 8( ] Welcome message was helpful and all but, yanno, if it's all the same... Kinda have important things to do back in the yonder of not here.

[ Gwen’s heels click notably as she tucks them together, rather nervous in spite of herself. Ignoring the faint twist in her stomach, because this will only get easier with time and exposure, she turns on the communicator.

So, Marina Nova, have one (1) Gwen Stacy. Not a hair is out of place and while she’s not smiling, there is a soft neutrality to her expression. ]

Hello. I assume you’ve all got busy days ahead of you, so I’ll keep this brief. [ There’s the slightest twinge of amusement to her words, not at the expense of anyone but herself. ] My name is Gwen Stacy and any crimes this facility believes I have committed are false. I would like to request a meeting with the Warden to clear up any misconceptions and discuss my release. [ You hear that, Warden? SHE’S COMING FOR YOU.

More accurately, she’ll wait here, continuing to clash. ]

I appreciate your cooperation and await your response. [ Only mildly pretentious, yeah. The feed ends there. She’s not expecting any responses but she won’t ignore anyone who answers, either. Any one of them could be the Governor! ]

[ lots of interrupted, bumpy static ]

[ in translated enochian: ] You know you cannot keep me here.

[ several minutes later, more static. seriously, like. kkkkkchhhh ssshk chchh kkkksssss. when he finally speaks, castiel is super curt and way cranky. ]

A cell phone would be much more comfortable than this. [ SIGH ] I had just become accustomed to it. [ add that to the prospect that he very well may be stuck here. so cranky. ]

[a feed flickers on to reveal what’s probably a familiar face--like Cain’s, but with hair that appears to be cared for, and for those of you who are observant enough to be detailed oriented, he has blue eyes as opposed to green.

he’s glowering, looking so unamused that he’s scathing, head tilted downwards as his eyes are rolled up towards the camera.]

Hello.

My name is Rion Steiner. Apparently, some of you have heard of me from Cain—the one who looks just like me. I’m... [he seems to start over.] Everything he's said... isn't true. I'm not like him.

[Rion is apparently struggling. visibly. his palm is on his forehead, now--he looks pensive, eyes aimlessly staring somewhere at the floor. he appears stressed. it's been one thing after the other. he isn't supposed to be here. not with them. not anywhere.]

...Birdman and Cain... don't trust them. Birdman especially—don't be fooled by him. I've seen their correspondences, and he isn't what he appears.

[he seems to recover a little, but damn if he doesn't still look pissed.]

I'm not slandering their names in turn for what Cain has said about me—I don't care about what you think of them—but for your own good, just stay away from them.

As for your opinion of me... whether you think I'm a murderer or exactly as terrible as Cain says, I don't care.

Just know that I am not like them...

( Girl on a mission )

[Audio]

[There is no video. If she had to use an open and uncontrollable network, she will not compromise herself more than necessary.]

Information is required. Mission parameters overreached. X-Force, if present, respond. [Not X-men. She won’t use that name. Someone could be listening who does not need to know their true affiliation. After a pause than is neither short nor lengthy she continues.]

Logan… [She trails off, unsure what she was intending to say. Instead, she disconnects.]

{OOC: Laura will making her way through the sectors until she reaches Bullseye and gets some new clothes. Orange is too much for her. Feel free to run into her all over or in the store!}

Okay. I don't know who's responsible for this.

But whoever it is? Haha. Very funny. Hilarious!

Nothing I've done is even that bad. [...except maybe one thing, but that was still justifiable! And as if she's going to admit to feeling like shit about it openly.] Maybe by bullshit human standards, I guess, but not by my race's!

...Unless this is Terezi's doing somehow? Okaaaaaaaay. Joke's over, Pyrope! Cut the stupid mind tricks or whatever and let's finish this! I've got way more important things to be doing.

[Gravity. There was gravity. This was fantastic beyond any sort doubt. There was no way that this wasn't a fantastic thing. So much time spent floating around aimlessly, having nothing to do but count the particles flying past and listen to the endless rambling of that space obsessed sphere. Finally he was somewhere. He didn't know where he was, but at least he was somewhere.]

Hello?

[his voice gets more excited]

Is anyone there? Fantastic place you got here, whoever I'm talking to... I just uh, ah, er, Just wanted to tell you that I'm here, on the floor. Completely unattached and disoriented from any sort of locomotion. Yup, just sittin' 'ere. On the floor. Waiting... Waiting.

...

Could... could someone come over here and pick me up?

I haven't the slightest idea where I am, but there's, huh. Hm. A floor. That should be a good enough starting point.

[ the eyes are such a dark, inky blue that they appear almost black, whiteless and with barely discernible pupils. they widen for the briefest of moments, then narrow, crinkling; his eyebrows lower sharply. the image blurs as the communicator is tilted this way and that, taking in more of the blond hair, the flash of an orange jumpsuit, the gaunt, pale face. ]

What sort of brazen foolery is this?

[ there is a rapid, muffled thump-thump-thumping in the background of his speech, a heavy boot tapping impatiently, irritably, on the floor as he puts the communicator on and scans the wardens' greeting. ]

A prison? [ he begins to laugh as he adjusts the communicator on his head. ] How rich! How terribly, impossibly rich. Oh, my. I am hurt — [ he says as he continues to grin ] — that anyone would ever think to incarcerate me. And how sweet: a life sentence!

Now, it must not have occurred to your dear Wardens that my presence is an absolute necessity elsewhere, and as such I should like to congratulate them on their impressive lack of foresight — and, perhaps, question them as to how they managed to abduct the Mentat of a Great House... [ he trails off, clearly irate now. his lips begin to twist into a pronounced scowl as he realizes that he is without any weapons — and without his spice. his voice grows harsher, colder. ] In any case, this facility's transgressions against House Harkonnen are unforgivable. There will, of course, be repercussions...

But for the moment, I require clothing of a less garish variety.

[ he's a man on the move now; he starts off meandering about in what some may recognize as sector two, in search of alternative threads and, hopefully, his belongings ( sucks to suck for piter, i guess, because there is no way that he is getting his instruments of torture/inappropriately large doses of spice returned to him ). he is decidedly unimpressed with your confiscation policies, marina.

after a few steps, the feed ends — but, fellow inmates, feel free to bump into him! you may not actually want to physically collide with him unless you want a confrontation, though. ]

[ The voice on the other end is very young. ]

Very very efficient. The instant I actually murdered someone, I've found myself here. I can only applaud the urgency of your system! It's satisfying to see the strict hand of justice reach between universes and pluck little criminals out of their places with such a cool indifference. I can't say I'm happy to be here-- I hoped to one day join your kind, and enforce the justice I love so much as a legislacerator. But I also can't say I don't deserve it.

However, something I do deserve is a trial. Your efficiency has no formality to it! That is terrible. You've completely skipped the best part.

[ She laughs, loud and sharp and long. Her tone is as playful as before, even more so. ]

Why, you should have relished taking me down in court. The guilty will crack under an even pressure and this is true of all criminals. No one is exempt! You should have slowly peeled away all layers of my defence and elicited the confession from my reluctant mouth. Your professionalism would inspire such a hate in me, a deep loathing and resentment that I have never felt before, and you would be unmoved. You might hate me back a little, because I am a criminal-- but nothing more. Such is the tragedy of a courtroom!

But instead of that-- [ her tone hits a low note now, suddenly and quickly ] -- you've just done this.

And that is such a fucking shame.

[ The feed clicks off. ]

[And here's a sight for sore eyes, maybe. Road looks at the screen for a moment, before directing her attention back to tying the ribbon through her hair.]

Is everyone done whining about their situation yet? [sweetly] It's nice to know that some things never change, despite being moved to an entirely new prison with new stupid robots.

Funny. Didn't we get rid of Acumen and get Sentience back? Just when we thought things would be a little smoother, at least - Sentience seemed a lot more willing to listen to us than our new wardens. But no, it was all for nothing. [grim words, but there's a lilt to her tone that hints that she finds this all very amusing.]

If anyone sees a white, fat, and fluffy cat that goes by the name of Belle, don't touch her. Unless you want to be insufferably stupid on your first day.

[private to Tyki]

[she pauses, partly because she doesn't want to make the call and find out that he's missing and the other because she still feels a little woozy from all the new memories]

Tyki? Are you here?

Oh, fuck this. [ this voice is pissed, very southern, and-- oh hey, doesn't that sound a lot like rogue? sure looks like her, too. ] You gotta be kiddin' me. Prison? Really? If this is some sort of fairy thing-- [ HUFF! ] Look, just let me talk to Claudine. I'm sure there's a reasonable way around this without needing to go and throw me into a prison of all things.

Since when did prisons come with bluetooth, anyway? ...is anyone even listenin' to me?

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 175 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm and sunny with clear skies ].

Unclaimed personal items belonging to transferred inmates have now been cleared away. Should you be missing an item, you may request for it at the Kiosk in [ Sector 0 ]. We apologize for the inconvenience.

New inmates will be arriving in the facility shortly. Please be aware of this disturbance as you go about your day and help them get started on their [ rehabilitation ]. We value your cooperation.

Have a nice day.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested!)

[There's a very small white fuzzy animal wearing a tiny orange jumpsuit on your communicators now.]

[His location is obscured by very carefully-chosen lighting and placement.] Ah-ha, it looks like a lot of things have changed!

Based on the nature of today's commotion, it seems like some of you have been here for a while. Meaning that I've been gone! Will anyone tell me what I've missed since Sentience's reinstatement?

[QB shifts his weight so that he can scratch behind his ears with a hindpaw.] And please don't waste your time with banal questions. I am not a cat or a rabbit.

[Someone's not sounding as collected as some people may be used to.]
I do not have the time for this foolishness! Release me or suffer the consequences!

Rolo! Miss Sayoko! Ohgi! Come in, any of you!

[The camera turns on to an odd sight: an extreme close up of puppy nose. Specifically, that of Robin Jr, who seems to be responsible for this particular feed. The small Siberian Husky paws at the camera for a moment before giving up, retreating back to reveal something far more interesting to the viewers.]

[Zatanna and Robin--sunglasses still loosely hanging over his eyes--fast asleep. Together.]

[From their respective positions, it appears as if the pair simply passed out in the middle of a late-night conversation. Partially sitting up, their shoulders leaning against the adjacent wall. Roughly a foot of space in between them. Both in their pajamas.]

[Robin Jr. seems to find this unacceptable, and hobbles over to his favorite owner, pouncing on her lap. The girl stirs, wincing in her sleep, but doesn't fully waken. So puppy jumps up to lick at her cheek. This time, it works, and a bout of laughter escapes her as she blinks her eyes open.]

Alright, alright, I'm up!

[She takes a moment to give her live alarm clock a morning pet before realizing where she was. Noticing Robin still asleep almost right next to her. However, rather than embarrassed, she only smirks. Leaning down to whisper to the dog:]

Go on, boy. Go get him.

[Robin Jr. is all too happy to oblige, and soon enough, there is a wave of sputtering and shrieks as Robin finds himself being enthusiastically awoken by his canine name sake.]

What the--puppy?

Morning!

[She greets him a little too cheerfully for his liking.]

Is this what you're training him to do now?

[Zatanna is all set with a smart reply of some kind...when she finally notices the comm still recording. Eyes wide, she reflexively dives for it, turning the feed off. The last thing we hear before it goes silent is her muttering:]

Well...no way this isn't going to turn out completely embarrassing....

[have a brunette woman, in orange, and a headset, with a decided 'what the hell' look]

Seriously? An asylum? The last time I checked, there was a few rules against that, nevermind all the supposed crimes I committed. Are they sure I did what they said I did?

[she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, and continues]

I mean, not to be one of those tin-hatters, but it is possible that there are duplicates running around. There are theories abounding, all talking about parallel realities and many worlds, and they're published by reputable people. It is entirely in the realm of probability that there is a criminal version of myself running around and versions of everybody else here, too.

[a small smile, dryly amused.]

I'm Jane Foster, and I'm sure there is a logical explanation for this entire situation.

[ There’s a noise of surprise, like the person is kind of miffed but more curious than upset. And then a heavy voice trails on, one that is unmistakably childish. His words are drawled; lazy. ]

Look at that. If I’m thinkin’ myself right, then this thing’s got its record on, here. Hey. Haha, look at all these words, I ain’t got it in me to be reading all that shit. It’s some kind of welcomin’ message? To this weird place, maybe. Damn.

[ Then a clunk and some ruffling, like the person pulled off the headset but kept holding onto it. There’s a faint sound of him talking to himself some more, but it’s distant, as if he kept the communicator running while walking around. That stops after a little while, and there's a thump, and wow video is being turned on and off a couple times before it sticks. So have some thirteen year old alien troll boy smiling at you. ]

What even is this shit? Even if I'm likin' how fun this place is. Kinda bright though, ain't it? I guess that's good. It don't hurt none, after all, haha.

[ So he was in a prison. He could handle that. So he was wearing an awful orange jumpsuit. He can handle that as well. So he was in a prison with Road, that was less easily handled, but he would. He'd have to.

What he cannot abide is the manhandling of his person. SOMEONE HAS STOLEN HIS HAT. With hair sticking up every which way, Bak punches the buttons on his network device, looking for an open feed, a brief vision of himself showing on screen before he swears and punches another button. Voice at last!

Ahem. ]

Welcome and greetings. I am the great and awesome Bak and whoever stole my hat can return it once. Do so quickly and you may be forgiven. Do not AND FEAR MY WRATH

[ click ]

((ooc: Bak will be lost in the maze at Två Park for a good portion of the morning. Feel free to action it up!))

HEY. Wait a minute, that's it?

[ Someone's just read his welcome message and... no. Oh, no, this will not do. He's indignant - the sort of indignance he'd normally save for a snooty maitre d'. ]

You can't just pick a man up from his life and dump in a prison, no questions asked, no trial, no due process. I've got freedom, protections - inalienable rights, you can't just ignore those! And these charges of yours are on very shaky ground, for the record. Honestly, jaywalking?

[ Far from his only offense, but come on. That one's just absurd. He falls quiet for a moment as he sullenly glances around at the environment. When he speaks again, he's more quietly sulky. ]

Not to mention the headgear. Who does your design, Ridley Scott?

[Rogue has settled in as much as is possible considering their circumstances. She's got a little apartment and her things have been gathered. She's gathered up a few more things as well just to make her place more comfortable. It's the first time she's ever had a place of her own like this and she should be excited but she's still a little worried for all the people she hasn't seen yet. The arrival of the new prisoners have only made searching for her friends more difficult.

To avoid a fit of emo, she decides to just go ahead and try to get a roll call, even if it's through another person. She flips on her video and smiles a bit awkwardly at it.]

I know everybody is still sorta settlin' in and makin' the new guys feel comfortable, but I ain't seen some of my friends yet. I was sorta wonderin' if anyone else had so if you've seen Oz, Peter Parker, Spiderman, Gabriel, or Kaylee 'round I'd be awful grateful if you'd let me know.

If you boys and Kaylee are hangin' 'round out there and ain't sayin' hello, shame on you for worryin' a girl.

If anyone's wonderin', I didn't bleach my hair blonde. [Might as well get that out of the way while she's on this thing.]

[Thirianna speaks up over the network again, her voice carrying some strange reverb effect as she uses her talents as a farseer to scry upon Marina Nova.]

Fate is tangled and clouded to my sight in this place as well - divination is a trying experience. It does not help that there seem to exist various places in this dome that are... resistant to my talents.

However, though I cannot see into the future as of now, I can feel other presences in this facility with us. Something lives, and moves, in sector 6.

...it feels weird to just take a house for your own, doesn't it? Even if nobody lived there before, or lives there now... I guess that's just how they designed it, though.

I wonder why?

[Action for Coordinatorhaus]

[Despite any misgivings, though, Kira's selected a new pad in Sector 3 for him, Lacus, et al. It's pretty nice, as far as things go, and he's exploring it to make sure he has the layout memorized.

He's also checking in to see how Lacus is holding up after her first night alone.]

[A young teenage girl with long dark hair appears on the network dressed in the compulsory jumpsuit, her face rather well composed for someone who just turned up in a prison on another planet of all places. Maybe she's really not disturbed. Or maybe she's just really good at hiding it. But she's certainly hiding any hint of emotions about it.]

I'm going to go ahead and guess that no one knows a way out of here.

[She pauses, closing her eyes briefly, taking a breath in and releasing it. Her violet eyes reopen.]

My name is Homura Akemi. I'm looking for a Madoka Kaname. If anyone has any information on her presence here or otherwise, please let me know. Your help is most appreciated. [She gives a curt bow.]

[With those few words, the video ends. The less she has to worry about unnecessary, uninformative chatter at the moment, the better.]

((OOC: Going to be slow, it's my final week here.))