MarinaNova Asylum

So it's snowing. [ there's not a lot of snow where elena's from -- but just enough for this not to be something amazing and new for her. the words are said on an exhale, more her way of greeting than any obvious spoken fact.

there's a pause, and she hesitates. she's inside her her room at the moment, legs curled up on her window seat. ] Would anyone know who to talk to about cheerleading here? I know there are baseball teams and I think there's a squad. Or maybe if anyone's interested -- some of us could start a writing workshop? I'm starting to feel kind of restless. [ she's been here almost a month, and there's only so much training and defense-forcing she can do. maybe it's just dawning on her that if there's a way to get back home, it probably won't happen anytime soon. best to just keep going. ]

Don't fuckin' touch me.

[Its hard to tell what set off Jack Noir without the video function to assist, but anyone who strolls by Sector Five later might find a certain carapacian storming his way down the hall, minus one arm, the other clutching something tightly in the opposite hand. The little stump leftover is still bandaged, but obviously no longer bleeding.

Advanced medicine was a wonderful thing. The barrier collar is back in place, and nobody in Marina was surprised.]

Put on a show, they said. Ok fine. You want a show? I'll give you a fucking show.

When I'm damn good and ready.

[A lengthy pause before he throws up a filter.]

[Filtered from the Prospitian Monarch, the Aimless Renegade, and the Wayward Vagabond]

While we're at it, who here has a knack at handling bio-mechanics? I got a job for you.

[ooc: action permissible!]

[Zatanna isn't looking particularly amused right now. Nor is she looking bemused or even just mused. No, her face is set in an oddly neutral expression, contrasting greatly with her soaking wet appearance. Hair in disarray, some of the strands sticking to her skin, she basically looks like she's just been thrown into a giant pool with her clothes on.]

[Her tone, however, is flat. Flat and dry.]

Hey, Wally, remember when we were talking about what a possible "malfunction" could mean?

Well I'll give you a hint: it just snowed on me. A lot.

[Unblinking, she reaches back to grab a fistful of hair and squeezes, creating a nice sized puddle at her feet.]

Anybody got a towel?

[ It's after nightfall when he makes his first transmission, screen mostly dark save for the glowing cherry of a lit cigarette and whatever small light that spills in over the edge of the marble stone. It's enough to catch slicked back blond hair, the vague outline of a muscular man in his mid-twenties.

No jumpsuit here. He took care of that as soon as he realized the sun wasn't trying to set him on fire. ]

Gotta say… I'm not much liking this trend of bein' whisked away to some secret location without my say-so. Sure, some blokes might find it romantic and spontaneous, but I've always been a big fan of bein' the one to do th' whiskin'. Makes me feel all manly inside.

Nice digs you got here, by the way. All bottom of the ocean… beats a sardine can any day. I mean, you can say a lot about the nazis but they sure didn't put any bowling alleys in their submarines. [ He pauses to take a drag, face temporarily lit up by the embers. As human as they come, this one. ] Plenty of rations though… and that's another thing you got right about this place. Plenty of little Happy Meals on legs, just walkin' around… warms the cockles of your heart, really.

So… I only got one question. [ Another drag, the smoke released through a toothy grin.] Who do you kill for fun around here?


[ ACTION ]

[ After making the transmission (and making sure for at least the fifth time that he can slip back into game face again) Spike leaves his comfortable spot in Sector 5 to wander night-time Marina. Or rather, prowl because this vampire hasn't eaten since before the Initiative snatched him up and after that whole debacle he's not too keen on resorting to blood bags just to ease his hunger. Oh no, something hot and fresh would be so much better... ]


((OOC: First bite has already been promised to Miranda, but he does have a handy dandy permissions post for other bite and/or punching related inquiries! ))

[Private to the Defense Force]
Lacus informed me I took the vote. [She questions your decision-making skills...and is also flattered in a tsun way.]

( Seeking sector team captains, investigation/research members/leaders, and telepaths/empaths )

[Public]
The Defense Force is aware of the situation with the glitches, but not necessarily the full extent. If you find something odd—odd for this place—call dispatch and report it. We can't necessarily stop it from happening, but the more information we have the better.

[Oh, and she should probably...] Also, I'm the new head of the Force. If you've been wanting to join, let me know.

On a more personal note, is anyone here a metalsmith, alchemist, reality bender? Really anyone who can do impressive things with metal with the abilities and resources you have here. [Someone has been rebuilding her claws and needs assistance.]

(OOC: I am working on OOC organization for the DF too! But I wanted to get some things worked out ICly first.)

I've begun a detox treatment at the hospital with the permission of the wardens here. With the detox, the withdrawal shouldn't hurt so much and make me so sick. Once I get over the withdrawal, I'm over the addiction... That's what they said.

...I'm grateful, but...I'm also so nervous. I don't know why. I did escape from a hospital when I was first created—but it feels like that isn't it. Like it's more than that. Deeper, somewhere I can't see inside myself. Maybe I just don't trust that I can get better. Or that they can make me better.

I don't like the machines—I don't like it when they administer the treatment...

[he idly holds his neck, dark blue eyes becoming distant; he looks to be pensive, as if in a memory, but the recollection isn't there despite how he tries.]

[he seems to come back from that a little bit, more attentive to his broadcast.] But... I'm already starting to feel better, so maybe I should just bear through it.

[And in another issue of 'teenagers annoyed at the malfunctioning: Have a very wet Tim. As in, completely soaked and there's what seems to be soap all over his hair.]

When they talked about technological glitch they should have specified it was going to affect the water supply. Am I supposed to wait like this until it deigns to work again?