MarinaNova Asylum

[Away from the bustle of transients today, Homura has holed up in a corner booth at Bean Crushers alone for the moment, nursing a cup of strong black coffee.

Today is a giant distraction from what she should be doing, what she cannot simply give up on - finding a way out. Yet it's impossible to ignore the flood of people across the communicator. Whether this glitch is temporary or permanent, there's no way of knowing. But the possibility of someone from her Earth turning up exists, so long as the stream of broadcasts continue. Someone she knows. Someone she might need to spring into action to meet, someone unfitting for this place. Someone who needs her protection. She lets the device scan for any broadcasts, watching some, skipping others.

As for planning...all she can find are dead ends for now. But she won't give up. No, she can't give up.

Sipping her coffee, the hot drink washes over her tongue. Bitter, just like this situation. There are plenty of sweet drinks she could have picked, perhaps more appropriate for a teenage girl. Something sugary, sweet, delicious. Something like a dessert without a hint of harshness in it. At the very least she could have added some sugar, syrup, a bit of cream.

But it's just as well. The caffeine can keep her going.

And the bitterness, well. It's not like she doesn't deserve that.]

Well, it's good to see our Wardens have a sense of humor! [That would be a blue fuzzy demon looking man with three fingers tugging at the front of an orange jumpsuit. He has a light german accent so his W's sound more like V's. He's spoken enough English by now that it's not too thick.]

That's not a very common trait for machines, at least in my experience.

Right, where are my manners? Guten Tag! [Which will automatically translate to "Good Day" anyway thanks to the communicator.]

My name is Kurt, and I hope we have an enjoyable time while we're made prisoner. [Hard to tell if he's being just a tad facetious there. He does hope it's fun for the most part of course! It's the prisoner part that he makes light of. He's got it in his head that this will be temporary though.]

Should I worry about dropping the soap?

[This guy right here? Not feeling the aster. Don't get confused-- on the off-chance you actually see him, he looks almost but not quite like his "big brother."

Except his voice and mannerisms are totally different. And his suit has sleeves (ooh).

That's right. It's Tim Drake from the Young Justice cartoon universe.]

Okay, let me get this straight: I was arrested for... what? Saving the world? Fighting crime? I didn't even get a trial-- this is a gross miscarriage of justice.

[A sigh. Man, Nightwing is going to kill him for getting caught like this.]

Assuming I haven't been lied to, I'm talking to my fellow "inmates." Information about this situation would be appreciated. [Not necessarily believed, but appreciated.]

[He's wandering around Marina. He might be a little hard to see, since he's sticking to alleyways and shadows, but you can find him if you happen to look his way. It's hard to ninja in broad daylight in a place like this.]

So I've exchanged one prison for another. Again.

[The young man's voice is quiet and his tone decidedly unimpressed.]

At least it's different. Organized. There's no mystery surrounding its reason for being or our reasons for being here. These... headsets? They're more sophisticated than the standard City-issued network device, if less personalized. I could do without the standard-issue prison garb and the extensive list of crimes.

It's more pleasant than San Quentin.


[ooc: Justin's profile has about all you would ever want to know. He's visiting from Polychromatic! Fun!]

[She's sitting in what passes as the church on one of the pews. No orange jumpsuit for this young girl - no she's wearing a red outfit that has no sides on top but her chest is covered with bandages. The yellow diamond outline and the two dots in a vertical line on her forehead is a sign of her position...at least to anyone who might know what it means. Yes, welcome one elite CROW to the prison people. Granted one confused CROW but still.]

Inspector? Brother, Tokusa? [There's a long pause.] Allen Walker? [Tevak's main priority is to stop any more of her family from being killed. Incarcerated or not.]

I need to leave this place. [She gets up from the pew.] How does one leave and return to their last location? Is there a Gate nearby?

[To anyone nearby they may come across one CROW exiting the wannabe church with her shoulders squared and an annoyed look on her face.]

[ Bak's been digging away at a top secret, special project. A most worthy project. A project that will win over all other projects! Because to lose is unacceptable. Hah! Beat that Komui!

Ahem, but without further ado, Bak turns on his communicator to show off the lovely set of cream puffs sitting on display, the ovens in the back of the cart working overtime and his free space covered in delicacies (just the one)! ] No sense holding back, with my innovative spirit, I've outfitted this kiosk to be the best it can be!

You can find me in Sector 0 and you better hurry! I can't guarantee the cream puffs will still be good after three. And there's tea! [ no coffee dang it. Not in this kiosk! Oh, but wait. There's just one more thing.

Turning his communicator device to face him, he shows off his handsome, handsome profile in a white chef's hat and frowns. ] And if you take one, you 're eating. No throwing them back in my face! [ and then he's gone. yep. Gotta get busy for the patrons! And no food fights. None whatsoever yes please!. He won't tolerate it! ]

((ooc: Mingle and threadjack to your hearts content! Please do. I know I will be.))

Okay.

Let's get something straight.

[The camera swings over to left, revealing a dappled gray horse who is currently contentedly chewing on a piece of bright fuschia fabric, the same color, in fact, as the uniform that the speaker of this broadcast is currently wearing.]

Dakota over there? Not allowed to eat the uniform. You know how much time I spent trying to make this thing? I'd rather save the Avengers' sorry butts three times over than have to make another uniform again.

[No offense, guys. Though, speaking of, he's got a few words he'd like to say. He'd use the call card, but it doesn't seem to be working.]

Guys, if you're out there, I'd like to know which one of you got us into this mess. Miss Marvel, I'm lookin' at you.

[Gotta blame the rookie, after all.]

[ on the beach, on a rock near the waterline, there’s a person—a woman, judging by her long, wavy hair, and the bikini she’s wearing. except, wait. instead of legs… she has a tail. and she is distressed. ]

Ehh? A prison? But—I haven’t done anything! I only hid Sanji-chan from the princes because I didn’t want him to get arrested...

[ she fumbles with the communicator, accidentally turning on the video function. ] Is this a den-den mushi? I’ve never seen any that looks this weird...

[ she pokes at it some more, eventually deciding it must be doing something. ] Hello? Can anyone hear me? Caimie, Fillonce? Madame Shyarly? Sanji-chan, Luffy-chan? I don’t know how I got here… this isn’t on Fishman Island, is it?

Was it that weird swamp person? Was I kidnapped? [ oh no... she must have been! she shakes her head, her tail splashing some water around. ] No, I don’t want to be sold! Someone, help!


( OOC: have Ishilly, a mermaid from the series One Piece. she think she’s been kidnapped, to be sold as a slave, and understandably enough, this idea doesn’t really appeal to her. feel free to either accidentally run into her, or just gape at her through video. )

[For those who know her, Rebekah may seem a little less together then usual, but she's trying to mask it. After losing her brother, the last thing she's expected is to suddenly be in a prison.


Needless to say, she's displeased]

Whoever's made the mistake of trying to imprison an Original, if you fess up now, I may go easy on you.

Perhaps.

I can be merciful if given incentive.

I suggest you give me incentive. I am not in the mood for games, today of all days.

[And with that, she closes off the feed.]