MarinaNova Asylum

[The explosions are nearly simultaneous, rocking Sector 0 in the dead of the night, detonating precisely away from everyone.

The first explosion, by a fraction of a second, occurs out of the blue next to the bot charging station, a pipe bomb appearing out of thin air to detonate at the door into which bots disappear and reappear.

The second explosion occurs in a like manner, the bomb's twin appearing next to the other major building's door.

Seemingly unrelated, from the height of the speaker island, a teenage girl clad in a somber-colored outfit surveys the damage as the smoke clears.

Where at least a dent should be expected, nothing. Aside from one blast damaging a nearby cabbage cart and its produce, and the scorch marks left on the ground, nothing at all. The buildings themselves are completely unaffected as if they were never touched at all.

A slight frown creases her face, accompanied by only the slightest bit of vocalization.] Tch.

[Just like that, she disappears, reappearing away from the blasts on the ground next to a falafel stand, her clothes entirely different – a simple blouse and jeans instead of the outfit vaguely resembling a sailor uniform - in a flash of purple light if anyone were to see her. Calmly she turns to walk back to Sector 4, her apartment awaiting.]

[The feed abruptly comes on to a very panicked young man looking frantically at the screen, messing with buttons on the unfamiliar device in hopes of contacting the thing that greeted him.]

Hey! Wait! D-don't go! I have questions! How did I get here?! Aren't I supposed to get a trial or something!?And who puts truancy on the list next to accessory to murder and organized crime!? That's not... just... why is that even on the list at all... H-hey! A-are you listening?!

[Then there's that moment where it dawns on him he just had a very awkward sounding outburst in public. Of course. Well, he could at least say that wasn't his most humiliating public experience. He was in more than just his underwear this time. He heaved an exasperated sigh and hung his head.]

Of course your not. That's just my luck.

[He removes the device and sets it down next to him, unaware it was broadcasting to anyone but the voice that greeted him, and started rummaging through the brown bag with his belongings.]

For someone so against the mafia, they sure made this look like a seedy money drop... Ah, I'm going to be stuck in suit too... and it's all wrinkled up...

Your fake sun has risen, and so should you. It is Day 180 of the first generation, and you'll have some new criminal friends to play with today. Stay tuned for "I didn't even get a trial!" and "I'm no criminal" and my very favorite, "I have something important to do back home!" It is fortunate I have been programed with such infinite patience. I would hate to be all of you.

If you can drag yourselves away from the fresh meat, I would suggest stopping by Sector 3. The salon-bots will be demonstrating their skills and offering blow outs, chalkings, and braids to those interested. They will also do manicures and face painting with sparkles to achieve our quarterly requirement for providing opportunities of whimsy.

The following inmate has been found guilty of breaking facility rules and full details of her punishment is being transmitted to her devices.

Homura Akemi: Property Damage

And at the risk of him enjoying my use of his name, I do have a package for Damon Salvatore. You may retrieve it at the kiosk anytime, criminal.

[ The face on the feed might be familiar to some, accompanied with an equally familiar airy voice. To others, don’t worry, there are plenty of oddities to marvel at and comment on, such as pointed ears or the drooping arch of her antenna that protrude out from underneath them.

Judith’s expression is a bit faraway as she tries to get her bearings, head tilted up to study the sky – almost as if listening for something that no one else can hear. After a moment: ]

My, this is unusual.

[ She’s referring, of course, to the bright orange jumpsuit. It’s noticeably loose in most places, but rather snug at the bust line. At any rate, guess who’s not used to wearing pants? The feed jostles when she stumbles a little on the hem, and then she rights herself without turning a hair. ]

I wonder if this means I’ve been extra naughty… [ Wonder on that, Marina. Judith gives a winning smile as she continues, ] Would anyone like to lend me their clothes?

[After Jane had listened to a few other conversations over the communication headset, she decides to fumble with it enough to get a message of her own to go through.]

Hello? Is this thing on? [She has it turned to the audio setting. She had to readjust it on her ear after playing with it.]

I have a proposition to make. If I may speak with a warden here? There seems to be a mistake and I must speak to someone right away. There are lives at stake if I do not return to my place of origin right away! I must not waste a moment of time here.

Getting’ real tired of this shit. [New place. New scent. Same bullshit . Still a rat in a cage. His claws flex experimentally, and the blood that spurts out all over his knuckles earns a twitch of his lips. He isn’t amused.]

The fuck are we? [Curt and definitely not polite. Still, he’s expecting answers. Help him out, you friendly folk!]

[ the video clicks on to a redhead in a bright orange jumpsuit. she's nothing special, really - relatively tall, long hair, hazel eyes, and a look on her face like she's just been dragged kicking and screaming from the land of good sleep and kittens. really, the only notable thing about her is the golden dragonet lazily draped over her shoulders. as she speaks, she reaches up and strokes its neck. ]

Things change a lot around here, don't they?

[ a bit of a frown, and a bit of a pause. ]

I thought- it was Day 50, the last time I checked. Sentience had just set up a date auction with Minako, right? I'd just... And now it's a hundred and thirty days later, and Sentience is gone, and- and probably most of the people I remembered, too. But... Lulu was still here. I'm still here, right? So I guess this is just another chance.

[ a quiet little smile. she scratches right behind the dragon's head, and it presses into her hand. ]

Maybe some things don't really change.

[ she finally faces the camera, making eye contact with anyone watching before hesitantly waving. ]

My name's Shirley. Um, I've been here... a couple of times before, actually. I think this is number four...? Maybe it's the fifth, or the third. I guess it all kind of blurs together. [ an awkward, quiet laugh. ] I'm just as new here as anyone else - here, I mean, in this specific place - but if any of you ever want someone to talk to, or need help with anything, I'm always here.

So... I guess I'll be seeing you all around.

[ that same, tired smile, and then she cuts the feed. ]

I have to say, I’m not particularly impressed with the wardens’ fashion sense. Although I suppose if everyone’s dressed the same I can’t complain of looking the fool, since we’ll all be fools together! As stifling of individuality as that may be – but then, I suppose that’s sort of the point, if we’re in prison?

[he waves at the camera] Hello, fellow inmates! I am Loki, and I assure you I am not a foolish sort of person.

I do hope this thing is on. Otherwise I’d be talking to myself, and that really would make me look ridiculous.

[Jessica opens up the feed, looking rather annoyed. And not just because of the awful orange jumpsuit she's been forced in that totally clashes with her bright red hair. Her chin is lifted, and her fangs are bared. She's obviously trying to seem menacing.]

Look, I don't know who the hell you think you are kidnappin' me or whatever, but I ain't the girl to be messing with. You know who my maker is? He's the King of Louisana. What do you think he's gonna do when he finds out what you've done? Or hell, what I'm gonna do to you. I don't take well to bein' kidnapped. Or put in prison.

[There's a pause, and then she adds.]

And who the hell uses underwater prisons anyways? Seems like somethin' out of one of those comic books my ex used to love to read. Kinda lame, if you ask me.

[And with that, she signs off.]

[Hello people of Marina! If you're looking at the network, you'll notice a red-haired, green-eyed teenage boy and if the look on his face is any indication, he is not happy.]

Okay, can any of my fellow criminals tell me what in the heck is going on here!? Sure, I listened to the creepy greeting, but you'll have to forgive me if I don't fully believe what my kidnappers have to say. The last time I checked, you don't go to prison when you help save the world! [His frustration at his current situation can clearly be heard in his voice.]

[He rubs his face with a hand and releases a sigh, trying to calm himself down. Freaking out is going to get him nowhere.]

Any help I could get would be appreciated.

[The headgear was something else. He’d never seen anything like it, but at least it reminded him enough of headphones for the radio transmitter and the little buttons on the side gave enough clues for him to figure them out. He doesn’t know what “video” means, so he doesn’t use it.]

Fancy digs here, got to admit. But the clothes could use some work. Ain’t that many people who can pull off orange. Whatever happened to the good ol’ stripes?

[The tone is slightly playful, but Bucky is tired, stressed, and was expecting a different kind of place when he imagined going to hell. That front isn’t going to last too long.] If hell is a joint like this, I can guess why so many people don’t mind paying it a visit. So what’s the news? Be great to know if I can get out on good behavior. Or should I just start with the name, rank, and serial number?

[Good morning, Marina! There stands before you a very pale, very tall, very naked man. He appears to be quite pissed off as well.]

Bill, if this is your way of leveling the playing field, I'm unamused, but I can understand why you'd feel the need to get me out of the way. At least you've a chance now. In theory.


[ooc: Despite the fact I will be using some icons with fangs, he is not fangy today. It's part of his power reduction. Don't worry, after the first day I'm sure he'll pop his fangs out from time to time for everyone to see.]

[ a strangely passive face appears on the communicator; controlled, almost eerily so, as observant eyes flick to and fro as if she were recording each inch of the area around her. grass, stone. a building in the distance.

this was nothing like the desert, nothing like arrakis; too cold, too moist. she could feel the water in the air-- how curious it was, how foreign that feeling had become in such a short time. she was to be in arrakeen, preparing and arranging for the small social party, but now-- ah, she didn't know where she was, but her robes were replaced with a suit of orange... her jewelery replaced by a headset. naturally, so naturally, she is unsettled-- a deep foreboding filling her. i will not be able to save leto here, she thinks, ah, but he was doomed, no matter what i could have done. mohaim, she made sure to make that clear-- ]

It would be pertinent, I suppose, to find more suitable clothing than this. [ she takes a small, thoughtful pause; the barest of emotion twisting the corners of her lips into a momentary frown before she snaps it back. allows the mask of the bene gesserit to resettle in it's rightful place. her voice, although, shows a small tinge of bitterness, of sadness, of self-admonishment-- much to her chagrin, upon noticing it. ]

The colour, after all, is not appropriate for one in mourning.

[ she will be wandering around quatro park for a while before moving into sector four proper! feel free to respond how ever you'd like-- video, action, or audio! ]

[Revive had camped out in the library looking up some information. The topic varies as he finds different spots in the library. But he is rather intensely reading seemingly distracted, but he is actually paying complete attention to those around him. He's as much curious about the books as he is about those who could be moving through the library, especially since the new arrivals are here today]