MarinaNova Asylum

Wow. I guess I can't take my eyes off of you losers at all! So many things I've missed. But there's mostly one thing I'm concerned about, and the wardens aren't exactly being helpful right now.

Who tried to steal my kill.

(Not that I don't think I already know the answer!)

Just so no one else misunderstands, I'm going to kill Jack Noir. Me. And I've got no intention of letting anyone else do it.

And for the record, the wardens can try to make me do their stupid punishment all they want, but I'm not going to. It's not like I even did anything wrong!

This is the hugest load of bullshit I've heard in awhile.

Okay, let's say that I have some really bad rap sheet and I get sent off into the middle of buttfuck nowhere to do time. Did it seriously have to be under the ocean? I'm not sorry because I really got to come clean that anything ocean related can suck my dick. My last experience with aquatic related bitches didn't end so well, so I guess I got me a real chip off the shoulder. No, but seriously. Fuck the ocean and the stupid psycho bitches that came out of it.

What do you do about clothes here? My pants are fine, but I kind of need a new shirt. [Dave arrived in the clothes he was wearing, but the shirt has a hole in it and the front is bloodstained.] Assuming anyone is still listening at this point. I'd like an answer.

Lastly, is there a flighty broad who goes by the last name Lalonde here? I'd also like to have an answer to this.

Now I'm going to spend the rest of my time figuring out just where the flying fuck am I.

[Another post from Kitty Pryde. Except, her hair is longer. That's not really strange though since there are two Kittys in Marina. Except the one with longer hair also looks a little younger. Oh, and neither of them would be confused about being on the floating island or have trouble getting down.]

Okay, hi. So, I'm loving this communications device. Very stylish. Great tech. I mean, no texting feature, but it's still some nice engineering. Also, this garden is beautiful. Really, top notch. The random, unopenable door is a good conversation piece.

Here's the thing though, I'm not actually a criminal, and this garden thing doesn't seem to have an elevator down to the very, very distant ground. So, can someone help a girl out?

[She will not freak out. She will not freak out.]

(OOC: This is a human non-canon AU Kitty Pryde. More info on her journal if you want it.)

I understand we're all prisoners here, whether we've actually done anything wrong yet or not. How do our captors know, if there is no evidence?

[The voice that comes over the Network is quiet, though with an assurance that things would eventually work themselves out. Somehow. Things were strange and different, he'd been charged for crimes he knew he'd never committed and couldn't think of why he might in the future.]

[In short, No Name was doubting this whole set up was real.]

[dressed in white, golden waves tumbling down her back, Dite is on the beach, an amused look on her face]

Oh, good morning, loves. Not quite my palace, but honestly, this seems to be diverting enough. Perhaps Poseidon had a reason for my imprisonment here, since this is in his domain. But that is no concern right now.

Perhaps I should introduce myself. I am Aphrodite.


[ooc: please pop over here for notes and permissions on Dite. she will be reduced in power as a note.

[ The video you are looking at is looking straight down onto the kiosk and processing plants, from pretty high up. From the ground, if you're happening by the floating island, you might see a head poking out from the edge.

Chuck Bartowski is trying very, very hard to sound like he's not freaking out. ]

Okay... um... [ Coughs, clears throat. ]

This is definitely not where I fell asleep last night. [ Another cough, voice sounds like it's maybe cracking a bit. ] Sarah? Gino?

I didn't mean to say all that stuff before, I swear! No need to send Chuck to the very, very high-up place...!

((OOC: Chuck is from the end of Season 3 of Chuck! He has his nifty watch and his Marina prime memories. He's referencing this incident that happened before he left.))

[Calliope hadn't expected to ever wake up again--but here she is. Not on Prospit, but in a new and strange place.]

[It calls itself a prison, but Calliope isn't so sure she can fully agree.]

[Still, she isn't ready to toss the "game" out the window, so no video, no announcing her name. But there are other ways to play.]

[Calliope's voice is actually very androgynous and sort of gritty, but the lilt and enthusiasm and tones do lean it somewhat toward feminine.]

Hello, lovelies!

What a surprising, marvelous twist this is! I'm not even certain as to what I should do first. Hmm. Well, for starters, will anyone recommend their favorite Earth cuisine? Don't be shy!

[She really doesn't want to ask, but she knows she has to.]

... "brother"...?

Different name, different facility. Same disgusting coffee. [ pulling an ugly mug ] This is what happens when you initiate socialism, you know.

[ sigh. boriiiing. the trill of arcade games can be heard in the background. ]

So I'm guessing Acumen bit the dust. [ and it's only been like, 50 days. ] Still no sexy mermaids?

[ see aang.

or, if you don't know aang, see a monk child with blue arrow tattoos on his arms, legs, and forehead. aang is pretty sure that this is neither somarium nor ob holm, and he's also pretty sure that he's never seen this weird pink contraption with two wheels and sparkly dangly things and metal bars everywhere.

he should probably be looking for everyone else and where they disappeared off to (though really, he's totally taking in this whole moving worlds thing in stride now!) but given that there don't appear to be any monsters in the immediate vicinity, it's probably safe to assume that they're all okay. and....he is kind of curious. like, really curious.

COULD THIS BE THE MAGICAL SATOMOBILE THAT BOLIN KEEPS TALKING ABOUT...? (spoiler: he's never actually seen a picture of a satomobile.) ]

I wonder how it works....

[ now see aang attempt to climb on said contraption, stick his feet onto the pedals, and-- ]

WhoooOOOOOOAAAAAA!

[ CRASH! ]





.....oww.....

[ finally, see aang sprawled on the ground underneath a tree, rubbing his head while the bike spins uselessly next to him. ]

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( ooc: i am totally down for pime taradoxes with multiple bike crashes, or you can catch him later under the same tree and poking at his communicator and trying to figure out why it doesn't look like a phone. he's coming in with memories of another game. )

[ Hope you like redheads, Marina, because this man has plenty of that going for him. Plenty of a lot of things, which include but are not limited to: his stature, impressive musculature, booming voice, and complete and total... confusion? One must wonder how one white gaming t-shirt can possibly contain all this.

He's holding the device in his huge hands, turning it this way and that, holding it up to his eye for closer inpection... ]

Hmmm. Is it on? This does not feel like one of those "smart phones" I have seen before.

Hey, boy! Can you hear me through this? [ There had better be an answer because he can't sense his Master, and it is quite disconcerting. ]



[[ OOC: Rider (Iskander) here from Fate/Zero! He's sitting in the middle of the road, which some might recognize as the space in front of the Pa-Ching Arcade in Sector 3. He'll be here until he figures out this newfangled contraption, finds his Master, or gets distracted by all the shiny toys inside the building behind him. Feel free to catch him there or wandering around! ]

[ For a deity who has lost a good amount of his powers as a god, the expression on his face is too calm and impassive. In fact, a smug smile decorates Hades' template as he strolls through his new surroundings, taking pleasure from observing the beautifully ornamented plants that decorate the green area he is at. Most of his calm demeanor, however, stems from sensing how the cosmos forces in this place are rather low, which reveals this prison is full of mongrels whom don't poise the slightest threat.

Not a single Saint or Specter is within vicinity. Not even Pandora, who sworn to be by his side, is close or nearby. He doesn't have the time to feel lonely-- ah, not that he would-- for all save for one cosmo, although bound and impaired as his own, still holds considerable power. A power that mirrors his own, proof of their bond and their intertwined fate. ]

Athena. So you too have been confined to this human jail.

[ Athena's presence doesn't poise a deterrent for his plan, however.

Even with most of his powers gone, when his human vessel used oils he was still able to bring death upon those he chose to make a portrait of. As per Hypnos and Thanatos' guidance, he ought to keep working on his masterpiece. ]

I have a promise to fulfill. I need painting oils to complete The Lost Canvas and I presume someone here should be able to aid me in acquiring the materials I request. [ Please your merciful God and you shall be rewarded with peace.

Eternal peace. ]

[There is one unhappy Sheldon over the viewing monitor. He's still actually wearing normal clothes and not the hideous orange jumpsuits that he's seen around]

Is this some kind of a joke? Really? A prison? Whoever came up with this idea really doesn't know what they are talking about. This isn't a prison. It's practically a resort!

Besides, how could anyone convict Sheldon Cooper of a crime? Please.

[A significant pause and now sounding significantly more excited]

Wait, maybe I have finally discovered time travel! But when did I end up?

[ooc: Welcome the beautiful mind of Dr. Sheldon Cooper. A note about him for those who don't know: he is a sci-fi geek and has an eidetic memory so he will remember sci-fi characters ie Star Trek, Star Wars, comic books etc. I'll try to prevent him from breaking other character's brains unless he is given permission to do so]

Well, if this isn't interesting.

[Howl's face comes on to the feed, all sheeny blond hair and glass green eyes. If there was an orange jumpsuit to start, it's gone now, hastily replaced with a custom suit of silky blue and silver. He's looking up at the dome.] A tad uncomfortable if you ask me, actually downright claustrophobic.

Though I suppose you don't intend to keep me or you would've brought along my fire demon, for which living without as you know would be quite difficult. And Michael and Sophie, if they aren't here already? If we're to bargain, I could do without them, that's for sure. Provided you give me back at least my bathroom. Unorganized as it was. [Sophie and Michael are at least safe where they are, should be, or so he'd like to hope.]

But yes, you leave me here, and it's a general you I reference because I'm quite sure nobody's listening. At least nobody to which my complaints are centered, or can be remedied by. But yes, you leave me here without my fire demon, apprentice or cleaning lady three. And you don't even bring along my castle, expecting me to live in squalor! It's quite rude for people chancing on my life.

Don't you know who I am? The Great Wizard Howl?

[ there's quite a lot of shifting, and fumbling sounds, and the image flickers from a face to the top of a building to a face once more as this blond inspects this device thoroughly-- and after a few moments, a low, appreciative whistle slides out of him. this isn't anything like abstergo could make, or the assassins. is he still in the animus? it's pretty detailed for a training program--

shit, no no no no-- everything feels real, everything feels right. it isn't 1200's jerusalem, and he definitely isn't in 1500's firenze or roma. but, then again, he wasn't in the animus laboratory. he wasn't trapped in those walls and--

.... he wasn't in a puddle of his own blood. well. talk about bonuses all around. bonuses and way, way, way too many questions for him to be even remotely comfortable. ]

[ clay clears his throat after a few moments of blankly staring and looking around his surroundings-- he properly affixes the comm to it's rightful place, and finally, with a cynical expression: ]

Does this mean I'm finally free, or something? Or did Abstergo just send me to a shiny, new, underwater facility.

[Natasha's in civilian wear at the moment, long plain black pants and a nondescript shirt and jacket. If she had known that she was going to be kidnapped and sent to an underwater facility then she would have kept the electric taser in her boot and widow-themed weapons on her belt. unfortunately, it was her day off.]

[well, she's been through collectively worse. at least she wasn't strapped to a chair]

This is Black Widow. Hopefully imprisoning me in this facility was a part of your plan, which means you know what I'm capable of. If not, then consider this a test run.

[she pauses, packing her jacket with some convenient cutlery and broken shards of glass]

Twenty four hours. If you can't keep me here in that time span, then you'll have to reconsider what exactly this place is good for. [she turns off the feed, stretches her legs and shakes out her arms, and takes off for a run through quatro park. she'll probably stop to question the few people she comes across, but other than that she's running]

[ there may or may not be a supremely irate levantine assassin owling on top of the clocktower. ]

What sorcery is this?

[ he, of course, means whatever sorcery has brought him here... as well as the peculiar device situated on his head. (luckily, he has not been outfitted with one of those hideous jumpsuits; such a thing would probably push him over the edge, no pun intended.) he stares cautiously, levelly, into it; as he speaks, he tilts his head this way and that to examine it. ]

It would be folly to hold me here. My own crimes are irrelevant; there are others who must be stopped, and I must see that they fall quickly.

[ he falls silent and straightens up, staring out over the wide expanse of strange, foreign buildings before him. most of them are like nothing he has ever seen, but they are tall and have many footholds, and that, at least, is a small comfort.

after a while longer, he leaps off the ledge, catching himself on a lower one and beginning the climb down. ]

[Welcome to MarinaNova, Artemis. Sure, you're usually good on your feet, but you probably didn't expect ice to suddenly be underneath them and then under your butt a second later as you fall.]

Ugnh!

[You clearly didn't expect the communicator or you wouldn't have ripped it off your face when you realized it was there. It slides a few feet ahead, recording her as she reaches back to an empty quiver for a handful of nothing. No bow either. She looks around the skating rink in confusion.]

Robin? Wally? Anyone?

I don't know whose idea of a joke this is, but you're gonna be sorry.

[Temper, temper, Aretmis. At least you're not in that dreadful jumpsuit. Though it would be a little warmer.]

(OOC: Artemis from DC's Young Justice. Season 1, Episode 19. She landed in the ice skating rink, but feel free to find her later anywhere because REASONS.)

And here I thought this whole damn 'dimension hopping' bullshit was done and over with, and I gotta say I'm thankful for there being technology in a place like this. If I'm gonna have to stay here at least it's halfway decent, yeah? No?

With my luck I'm dead wrong on that point.

So let's here it. Give me the lowdown.

Name's Duo, by the way.

Wow, really? Not even a breather for a week or two? Seriously, I just got back from hell. [Groans in annoyance before continuing.] Okay, I guess LA never technically went to hell, but we all remember it so it still counts. I've got things I need to do. Like figure out what to do about my relationship. So, you know, if you could let me go back home that would be awesome.

[Not to mention there are a lot of people who are going to be looking for him. And not just any kind of people, supernatural and non-people-people. Like vampires, a crazy demigoddess, and a dragon.]

Also, who uses the phrase "very naughty"? That's just creepy.

[OOC: Connor's from the show Angel the Series, though he is coming from the end of the comic book arc After the Fall. He's wandering around the prison, so feel free to bump into him!]

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[ connection lost. ]


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All pending requests and punishments will be postponed until next week and the Kiosk will remain out of order for the duration of the event. Have fun! ))

[First there's some accidental audio as Loki fiddles with his communicator. This is new technology for him, okay?]

"I'm innocent"? "There's been a mistake"? No, no... "This has been taken out of context"? Yes, that's it! That's good. Ahem...

[And then he finally manages to turn on the video function!]

Yes, hello, is this thing on? Testing, testing. I doubt I'll have much luck trying to respond to that first message I heard just now, but hopefully not everyone's... uh, thing is broken.

If this is Jotunheim, congratulations on the upgrade. Personally I liked the dark and dreary, but that's neither here nor there. The thing is, ah, maybe you're not aware of who I am. That's fine; it happens, but see, I have this friend. His name is Thor. You have, perhaps, heard of him? He doesn't like it when his best friends are kidnapped, you see, and, I don't know, maybe you're aware of the kind of temper he has. And then there's the matter of my dear blood brother, who won't be happy about this, either... Let's discuss this, shall we?

In the meantime! To anyone here who's not directly in charge of releasing me: I haven't had breakfast yet. On the off chance that this isn't Jotunheim, I could also use a magic merchant. I pay we-- [No, wait, he doesn't want to pay well.] I mean, you won't regret doing business with me.

[Should anyone wish to action it up, there's a rather annoyed Loki in the Trois Park, tapping his fingers against a park bench as he tries to tinker with his bags of magical powder.]

Are you freaking kidding me? Seriously? This place gets uglier every single time I see it.

~Ooh, look at me, I'm the big bad prison warden and I can time travel and kidnap people from any dimension I want. I know! I'll put shackles and chains on 'em, that'll teach 'em! Why don't you just get the fucking rack out while you're at it, huh? A few thumbscrews maybe, an iron maiden, just your thing, right?

[could be good for stress relief, actually. VOLUNTEERS?]

And if you were really smart, you'd know I can't wear orange with red. hair. Would it have killed you to make it purple or something?

((with memories from marinasylum like a million years ago lalala))

[Peter wakes up near the street vendors in Sector 0. As expected, he's confused, but perhaps not as shocked as he should be. See, he has this teleporting thing he does and he thinks that's what's going on here.]

Uhm...okay...the communicator is different. [He's looking a bit wildly around the area.] The food smells good, but this isn't New York City...in any time. What's going on?

[ooc: Peter did not get the welcome message. There's a quick little Wiki about him and his powers. He's not likely to cause problems with anyone. If you do want him to read your characters mind, just toss some thoughts in your tags, otherwise he'll avoid doing so. He is also a giant comic book geek, so he'll recognize some of the super heroes. Let me know if you don't want him to geek out over them.]

[ CLICK HERE FOR ADDED EFFECT ]

[ Hello Marina Asylum, presented to you is 100% pure and honest NASA SPACE ASTRONAUT. ]
 
Hello Marina Asylum! i was on the moonbase mission to the NASA spaceeeee staiton and I must know . . . . where we spawn? where we spawn? where we spawn? where we base? where we put hose?

can we do this? can we make the base... HERE?!

i did it! u did it i did it did it did it you did it we did it!

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i am laughing for real right now!!

[Toul was surprised when she woke up, even a little frightened. But so far as she walks around the new place she's found herself, she can't help being amazed. Everything is shining and clean and then she even managed to get something to eat from a little cart! That was almost like being back home. It didn't take long for her to realize that the strange device on her hear allowed her to listen to people and if she could hear them and see, maybe she could talk to them back.

She looks at the screen curiously and then smiles, her ears twitching back and forth.]

This is really amazing. I've never been in a place like this at all. Am I in Zannovia? There's so much technology here, I can't think of where else it might be. It's really lovely, but I don't think I can stay too long. I had something I was supposed to be doing, and my master used to always say not to put time on hold when there's to be done. [She laughs right then, amused by her own joke, even if it doesn't sound like much of one. Oh wouldn't Master Galin think her the biggest procrastinator for getting side-tracked like this. Impromptu vacations were not to his liking.]

Oh! And has anyone see a gr--I mean pale girl with brown hair and green eyes? Oh, and a really big sword. She doesn't like to put it down. I think we were separated but I can't sen--see her anywhere. [The fact she can't sense Saxa anywhere is really what troubles her the most. But she'll keep wandering around looking for her. She had to be somewhere.]

{OOC: For a better idea of how Toul looks, see this and this All important information about her is linked on her journal.}

[What better place to get the feel for a new place than the local restaurant row? Or find people to talk to, or just grab a bite and a drink? Sector 2 sports the Sizzle and Sear, a steak and seafood house, as well as The Winery for those who prefer a more drink-focused agenda. After all, what better way to celebrate being in prison than fresh yellowtail and a bloody mary?]


((OOC: MINGLE for one and all! Anyone, 4th wall characters or Marina regulars, are welcome to post and thread right here.

A thread index (with character's name and canon assuming I can find it) will be posted under a cut after a bit.))

[video]

[ On the video screen, my friends, is a man with an interesting face and a leather jacket. He seems not at all disconcerted to be a newcomer here. Considering the prisons he's seen, this one is pretty nice. Plus, he doesn't intend to stay. ]

[ He grins in greeting. ] Hello! Nice place you've got here, considering. I'm the Doctor, and I'm looking for a blonde girl, name of Rose. Has anyone seen her? We got a bit... separated when we came here. I think. [ He looks a bit confused. He doesn't exactly remember how this came about. ]

Or if you've met my friend Jack -- and you'd know -- [ He lifts his eyebrows significantly. ] -- or seen a strange blue box around, I'd appreciate knowing. Thanks!

[ He waves goofily and turns the video off. ]

[ ooc: The Doctor is a bit of a wanderer, so action is open pretty much anywhere in the dome, or video/voice is also welcome! ]

[Eric was trying to sleep, as he normally does during the day. Unfortunately, the influx of people, smells and noise make it virtually impossible. That's why Eric is awake and currently glaring at the network. There's no evidence of the fight he got into with Spike on his face because he has a special fairy that felt indebted to him. Also, he's not naked. Isn't everyone excited? He's wearing a black tee shirt and a pair of jeans. He's at the blood bar with a glass of blood in front of him. Spoiler alert: He's a vampire.]

Just when I thought this place couldn't get more irritating. Would someone care to offer a decent explanation?

[A few moments later at Sookie's behest]

Please.

[ooc: Open to everyone. Please, please, please feel free to threadjack among yourselves.]

[The video opens on a smiling Hakkai, who is obviously out enjoying the weather. He's settled near what looks to be a pond, one hand dangling in the water.]

My. It's certainly noisy here today. I had no idea we were entertaining guests.

Hey, everybody!

[ You can't see it, but he's totally waving. :D ]

What's your name?


[ Yep. That's it. Your name, Li wants it. All bazillion of you. ]

[ a sleek white wolf prowls quatro park, peering about the place at the curious plants and statues. some may see her divine markings, while others may see naught more than a large wolf, white as snow.

she pads through the park gracefully and quietly, paws nearly silent as they touch the ground. a few times she pauses to paw at the ground or snap her head up to sniff the air vigorously before moving on. she looks determined, as if she is searching for something -- ears at attention, nose working overtime.

at last, she looks directly into the communicator for a long moment with strangely bright, intelligent eyes --

and promptly goes back to pensively sniffing at a rosebush. ]

[Action]

[Hiding behind a tree, a tiny, twelve year old Yuuki peers anxiously around the the thick trunk. She's scared, clearly so, and keeping mostly to herself. If she thinks she's spotted, she disappears back behind the tree.]

[Video]

[Arms shaking, Yuuki forces herself to still them while sitting wrapped up upon herself on the ground. There's enough lingering around...she has to try and find someone she knows. Licking her lips, after playing with the device a little (she never had anything like this before) she makes a tentative message]

Kaname-sama...? Zero-kun? Headmaster? Are you there...?

[Please be there!]

[OOC: 12 year old Yuuki! She's still human here =3 Play with the yummy, future pureblood vampire princess to be!]

[ Hotch is troubled and not just from the disturbing message that he was privy to upon his arrival. He's already clocked at least a half dozen different psychosis based on the messages filtering of his newly acquired network device.

He was afraid that he may, actually be in over his head, but considering who he was, he was not about to show that fear. Not when his son was waiting for him at home and he'd made a promise. He would always be there for him.

He had to be, after…

Swallowing down his emotions, he lifted up the odd replacement for a phone and spoke into the receiver. ] This is Aaron Hotchner speaking. I know we're all going through a trying time right now, but if everyone could please stay calm, I'm sure we'll be able to get to the bottom of this.

I understand there are some who have been here for quite some time. If you could contact me directly with the details of your time here, that would be appreciated.

Thank-you. That's all for now.

[ and now it was time to get to work. He was a man driven after all and a driven man was a dangerous man. He would not make that mistake twice. ]

[Amu is just looking around at her surrounding for a moment looking a bit panicked, despite trying to hide it]

N-no way. A prison? It doesn't look like much of one but— if this is a joke it's not funny at all.

I haven't even done anything and I'm pretty sure I'm not even old enough to get arrested either. There has to be a mistake. [She just taps the communicator device] Is this supposed to be used for my one phone call or something?

[ooc; Amu is post-canon over here also feel free to action pretty much anywhere since she is just wandering around]

[Ventus is sitting at one of the cafe-thingies, holding a cup, and staring into its contents with a look kind of like someone debating if they want to drink some foul smelling medicine or remain sick. He looks like he didn't sleep well last night, his hair still a bit mussed, and he's a bit red around the eyes, rubbing at them now and then.

Finally, he steels himself and takes a sip of the beverage, not quite liking the taste, but maybe with some more milk and sugar it will become bearable.

He takes the communicator and turns it on, sighing heavily.]

Anyone have a better way to keep awake than drinking coffee? I'm not liking it to much.

[And his internal mantra is: THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, HELIX.]

[ This woman has managed to find herself one of the tallest buildings in the dome and climb her way to the top. Does anyone live in that building? She doesn't care -- not now, not when her Shogun needs her, not when his dreams were just at the tip of his fingers...

With arms raised above her head, she summons a glowing blue ball of energy, upon which tendrils of lightning dance and dance, faster and faster, until a bolt shoots upwards, like a thin jagged dragon, only to fizz against the dome's nigh unbreakable glass.

The woman takes a deep breath -- as if shaken by her own work -- and shortly builds up another attack in her hands. Barely audible, she whispers as if in prayer: ]

Nakago, wait for me...

[ Her communicator was tossed aside on the ground, and the flickers of electricity make it switch on and off, on to video, on to voice, a private call to no one in particular. The sounds and visions from it distract her enough to look at it from time to time, but she needs to focus... ]


(( OOC: Here be Soi of Fushigi Yuugi! She hasn't completely ignored her "artifact" (communicator), so feel free to call out on her impulsiveness in person or through the network! Also, she's not wearing her armor, but is left with the blouse, side-slitted skirt with belt, and boots. ))

[ She didn't get the memo. She didn't get the welcome message. Or, rather... She did, but she didn't listen. She doesn't believe a word of it. It's Capitol lies, all of it. She knows it. ]

Peeta! Peeta, answer me!

[ She's out in the middle of the dome, the main hubs of activity humming all around her. She's whipping this way and that, turning all around, looking for a familiar face. Listening for a familiar voice. She'd give anything to know she isn't alone right now. ]

Finnick? Beetee! [ There are people all around her, but she doesn't want to talk to them. She doesn't know them. Doesn't trust them. They're probably from the Capitol.

So why aren't they apprehending her? ]

Who are you? What do you want?

[Good day, Marina. There is a man on a harness suspended from an impossible ceiling somewhere by you. Or maybe he's just running around in melodramatic slow-motion.]

Why have they arrested me again? I do not know!

[And then, maybe, he'll notice you.]

Hello, citizen!

[ One Doctor Emmett L. Brown has arrived, fortunate enough to be wearing his own clothing - a bright patterned shirt and khakis, a la 2015. Gazing up at the ocean's depths beyond the dome, he quietly muses to himself: ]

"It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides..."

[ And he stops in place, gaze still directed upward. ]

Remarkable.


[ ooc: Yeah so he didn't get the intro message or a jumpsuit or anything, really. Yay for him? Feel free to speak with him on the communicator or run into him just about anywhere. He'll be exploring :D ]

[ Someone looks... very confused and out of place. She's looking around, standing on the beach. ]


I... remember a place like this...


The name does not seem right. [ She squints her eyes a bit and looks at the camera now. ]

What is this? Roy? Jason?

[ Slight frown. ]

I have other things to be doing.



( ooc: starfire has hazy memories of being in marina before. she's also from issue 12 this time. )

...this wasn't where I went to sleep...and where's all my stuff gone?

[Akito is very confused. He is also very confused about why he cannot sense either of his others anywhere in the dome and more than a little worried. But a short listen to the network and suddenly he understands]

Oh. Oh it's another one of these, but...am I...?

[Long pause]

...Tsuna-kun I need to see you. [This isn't going to be good]

I guess this is kinda lucky, huh? One last day...

[A chance to say goodbye]

Do we even have space for all these people?

[ the question comes across the network as sookie makes her way through a crowd of people, zigging and zagging in between bodies that seem bound determined to block her path, full of thoughts both uninteresting and distracting. this was not what she meant when she wished for the usual sort of noise that filled her head to come back after that initial first day of silence. it was too much, and they were all too close.

overwhelmed, she manages to extract herself from the bustle of the streets outside and duck into the nearest establishment for a breather. which one is it? take your pick, she could be anywhere. all she knows is that she definitely should've opted to stay in today. ]

[ One would think that a tiger of this size, of all felines, would either go and hunt for prey -- there certainly are a lot of them present -- or perhaps try to break free by attacking the glass barrier. But no.

The beast has a communicator clipped about its ear and the side of its face, screen over an eye and going about the open spaces, as if it's looking for something.

Anyone who passes by its rather large personal bubble will get a look that is quite scrutinizing -- are you one of his boys? Are you that human girl who helped those boys? Are you of the Netherworld? Regardless, he does not attack, but will wait for anyone curious enough to approach, or clumsy enough to stumble on him. If he's the one to approach, the tiger knows he'll just chase humans off... ]


(( OOC: Have Byakuen / White Blaze of Yoroiden Samurai Troopers / Ronin Warriors ~ Come along, he's friendly! :D< ))

[ Action : Entrance to Sector 2 ]
[ I sure hope you were not planning on getting anywhere through this door for the next little while, because Grimlock here has gotten his huge stinking Dinobutt stuck in the gate exiting Sector 0 (where he arrived) and Sector 2. How? Just look at the size of him. ] Stupid door not big enough for Grimlock? Then me Grimlock will just break through!!

[ Yeah, good luck with that, buddy. ]

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[ Video ]


Me Grimlock pretty sure this not nowhere on Cybertron. [ Hey, look! Someone managed to get free, transform into robot mode, and also work his over-sized communicator. Grimlock is a good learner! And also still a good 12 feet tall even in this mode. ]




((OOC: Transformers G1 Grimlock for all your grammar-gnashing needs. I'll try to keep the reins on him, unless you have an antagonistic character you particularly WANT to get munched or stomped on. Though the streets are kind of hard for him to navigate, so it's easy to get away...

Also, canon-puncturing is VERY WELCOME. Grimlock is, as familiar people will know, close to being as dumb as a sack of bricks, so he won't even be bothered by it. Have fun!))