MarinaNova Asylum

...how strange. [This is a puzzled plant girl, sitting up on top of the floating island]

This certainly isn't the place I remember. Or was I lost once again and Marina has changed in my absence? The orange clothing certainly isn't something I remember. [She has already taken that off. The nice thing about being a plant is your normal clothing is a part of you]

I suppose either way I'm new once again here. I do hope this time I don't disappear. It's a little jarring to come back each time. I wonder if anyone I know is still here...?

[And now she's going to get up and walk to the edge of the island and look down] ...goodness this is a long way up. [Time to get going then. She leaps off the edge without fear and...proceeds to float down thanks to her dress fanning out.

Yep. S'up, MarinaNova]

[ What comes on over the audio is nothing but noise at first. Someone or something is grappling with the communicator. Fingernails perhaps? There is also the incoherent shouting of a male voice that might be familiar to some, but with the way the audio receptors are being abused, it will be hard to make out many words at all. ]

—sto——reaking i——ut it out!

[ Most rustling and... was that a growl? Maybe the rush of air. ] —ere! Thank you. I think I can work this by myself.

[ The young man sighs, and there is one final bit of noise as he slip the device on over an ear. ] Okay. Is it on? I think it's on. This looks different.

[ He clears his throat and takes a deep breath. His attempt is to sound braver than he feels and certainly less seasick than he should be. ] Excuse me! Whoever can hear me, I'm... I'm looking for some friends! They're very important to me, so if there is anywhere I can ask about them, can you please point me the way? I think I saw a map? Maybe if I—

[ Click.

No, Ashton. That was not the right button. Way to fail. ]

This isn’t my off-ramp.

[ cordelia had been expecting white fluffy clouds ... or at least a mall again. which means one thing: skip. she fiddles with the device, switching it from audio to video with a few misguided clicks, and her face, pinched, annoyed, not very impressed, can be seen. if she moves a little, you can see she's in sector 1. cordelia's been hoping to work on her tan with a nice lie in the sun, but not like this, of course. ]

Skip? Honey? Honestly. Can we please stop with the hijacking—I’ve had enough of it for a lifetime, thanks—and get back to the ascending into heaven kind of thing? There’s nothing you can do for me now. I’m at peace with that.

[ ... silence. ]

Okay, not Skip. [ which is just ... great. it shows on her face. she’d been hoping for a friendly face, at least. her entire demeanor changes; from friendly to angry and rather detached, as does her voice, moving from soft and sad to annoyed and clipped. ] Look, dumbass, I’m kind of out of the business of being kidnapped and people actually coming to my rescue, so how about you let this not-a-damsel go before I do some permanent damage to your brain?

[ her life sucks, okay? she's had enough of being thrown around like a toy. give her a moment before she glances down. she looks back up, face scrunching up disapprovingly. she sighs. she can't even die in style, it seems. as an afterthought: ]

Oh, and the jumpsuit? Damn.

Hellooo everyone~
Remember me? I was here from the old prison. Did everyone make it over alright to this new place?
I hope so.

[Birdman is all half-lidded eyes and smiles and also no top half of the jumpsuit on so this is a little weird. Every bone in his midsection seems to be jutting out like it could leap out from his sallow skin and escape at any second.]

Anyway, I'm not usually one to pop up like this unannounced, but I've had some extra family drop in recently and I feel like I need to do a little preemptive damage control before stuff gets messy.

We've got a new kid in calling himself 'Rion.' That's not actually his name, but that's what he wants to be called, so just humor him for now. He's one of my little brothers; Cain's another. Rion and Cain are identical twins, and they've both got.
Uh.
[He scratches at the side of his neck.]
Some issues.
Maybe it's a twin thing. I don't know.

Rion has some problem with lying, but he means well. He's a good kid. I don't think he can really help it right now, but I'm hoping that maybe time here will help him shape up.
So please keep an eye out for him, okay?

And if anybody's got any questions, I'd be happy to try and set the record straight as best as I can.

[Award-winning smile. His teeth don't seem to sit right in his face.]

So. [A handsome man in a precise goatee appears on the video, perfectly calm -- and in fact, quite bored -- munching on some kind of crunchy snack as he speaks. He's in the basement of one of the larger buildings, pieces of electronics strewn about around him.] This sucks.

[He'd have to make do with what he could pilfer from the computer lab and so-called "electronics" store, slim pickings though they are. It's a damn good thing he's Tony Stark, or he'd be in real trouble.]

[He digs for more of whatever he’s eating -- salted cashews, as it turns out -- his bag crumpling loudly in the mic.] Did anyone else notice the lack of 7-11 around here? If we’re going to be locked up for eternity I’m definitely going to need a Slurpee. Not that the prison bowling alley isn’t a nice touch.


((OOC: He's not in plain sight, but if you want to stumble upon him for [action] just let me know and we'll work something out!))

[Hello MarinaNova. So for those who have been here, this face might be familiar. For those who haven't, it will now be gracing their camera as he focuses on its lens for a long moment -- almost like he had something he wanted to say before turning the camera on, except he couldn't figure out how to word it.

In the stretch of silence, his ear twitches twice and his little black nose wrinkles with something akin to disgust. His teeth are a little too sharp to be completely canine in nature.]

Same shit, different cage.

[After a few minutes of just sitting there, staring and waiting, his nose twitches again, but this time his lips curl backward in a growl and his ears flatten before the feed is cut.]

[ooc: he is en route to Sector 2 for anyone who wants to meet up with him in person.]

[At first, one might assume PM sounds perfectly calm. But if the listener has a good ear, they may pick up that it is that razor-thin sort of calm that comes from being in a lot of pain, and possibly shock.]

Greetings. This is PM. We have a post office again. [A pause.] It is in Sector 2, but it will not be ready for business until tomorrow.

[There's another pause.] Does anyone know where the hospital is located?

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[OOC: Jack Noir caught her unprepared and was completely gross in her general direction. Violence and eye gore warning for the linked thread.]

[The first sound is a low, angry growl that quakes throughout their entire frame, low, irritated, but not quite angry just yet. They aren't clothed, but with that inky black skin of theirs, they don't really need it. The shredded remains of the jumpsuit are nearby.] What stunt are you trying to pull now, you wretched hunks of tin? You really expect us to believe this is a new place? That all this has changed?

[They're about to continue when their world suddenly sways, and the beast stumbles, catching themselves with one, large hand. Their entire body shivers, their skin distorting strangely before it contracts as though trying to restrain the muscles, the bones--everything within. Their breath grows short and shallow, rough pants that begin to take on something that's not quite a whine.]

Annie. Annie. [They breathe, and suddenly the camera drops, catching the violent, frenzied action as they seize their head with clawed hands and howl.]

SPIDER! WE'LL KILL YOU! WE'LL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB! [The sound is more bestial than human, and soon, they aren't making intelligible words at all. It's no surprise. After all, it isn't every day that you find out your ex-wife is dead.]

I grow weary of this. [This is coming from the tall, muscular blond who has been throwing himself at the dome walls in utter fury for the past ten minutes. He is powerless again, it seems, entirely mortal, clothed in this strange, orange garb, and without Mjolnir. What he does not understand is why his hammer does not return to him, no matter how hard he calls to it. Has he not continued to prove that he is worthy of its power? And what of Loki, and the Tesseract?]

[His brows are furrowed, and though he isn’t aware of it, Thor looks utterly savage in that moment.] Come. Show yourselves. I am tired of these games. [Being locked in this place like an animal, suddenly fragile and mortal once more. Even shouting to Odin had done no good. Either his father was ignoring him, or…]

[No. He did not want to think about what else could possibly be happening. He needed to get out, and quickly. Loki couldn’t possibly be behind this after the beating he had taken.]

[The video cuts on in motion, the world zooming by at a tilt and a whirl. There's a laugh in the background, but it's hard to see just who's causing it. And then it turns and there's black hair, blue eyes, and for some probably a somewhat familiar face. ]

Boy, did I wake up to a doozy. What a weird joint. Some of the roofs make for great jumping, I'll give ya that, but it's not like any prison I've ever heard of.

[Sure, orange isn’t really his color, but he’s worn weird things considering he spent twelve years in the circus. Not that he likes it either, but hey, he can manage. He took a lot of the morning to settle in, trying to find any exits--which there weren't. Great for him.]

Hey, if you send a kid to prison, don't you have to tell their guardian? There's a law about that. What kind of prison breaks laws just to arrest people for breaking laws? Talk about backwards.

Okay, done with the yada-yada, my name's Dick, and I guess I'm your new neighbor. I'd be pretty grateful to the first person to direct me to the best food around here.

[For now. He's still fully planning on breaking out, but if he's here, he'll make the best of it just like he always does. So pay no attention to the boy who's taking to jumping from building to building in Sector 4 and then moving on to Sector 5. Sorry to anyone who lives in the houses.]