MarinaNova Asylum

[ between cheerleading preparations and the never-ending blaring of the network, elena gilbert is enjoying some quiet time looking through this rack of workout clothes, this display of training sneakers, and etc. at bull's eye in sector three. if "enjoying" was a word which here meant "not enjoying much at all and anxiously listening in on caroline stalking everything going on with an open ear" so there's that.

yes, the girls are out shopping. approach, call, bump into at will. ]

ooc » tags from both caroline and elena may and probably will occur \o/

[ Hello, Marina. Let me introduce you to one Benjamin Franklin Pierce, Captain in the US Army and meatball surgeon extra-ordinaire. Though on this particular day he's more confused than anything else, still dressed in his military fatigues and trademark red bathrobe. No jumpsuit for this fellow, although the welcome message sure failed to shed any kind of light on the situation.]

Y'know, for as often as I've been court-martialed, no one ever bothered to tell me that prison could be this easy to confuse with Tokyo. All you need is a couple of geisha girls and a few bad decisions and you've got yourself a perfectly good R&R. Sure beats breaking rock at Leavenworth.

[ There's a pause. A small moment of pondering, if you will.]

Say, just out of curiosity... is there a Dr Freedman in the house? I think he owes me a couple of sessions.

((OOC: if you're gunning for action, Hawkeye can be found on a leisurely stroll through Sector 3! If your characters are likely to recognize him, they're welcome to!))

[Dawson A man with a scruffy beard and a dark hoodie, looks around his unusual surroundings with frantic eyes. His hands shake nervously, unsure what to make of it. Somehow it's another punishment. Another lesson. He can feel his father nearby—fuming. The weight of the gun is missing, but he's not without something to help himself.]

[ The woman's voice comes from off-camera. What can be seen is the side of her dark, tight pants patterned with red petals. Water drips down onto the sand as she wrings her her off-white gi top. ] I guess a "warm welcome" doesn't always mean a dry one.

[ She got an earful of her "crimes" as she swam to shore, so she's not as perturbed as she could be right now. Kanna will probably have some more questions once she is getting over the drowned rat feeling. ] Can anyone else hear me on this? What'll they think of, next? Ohgami? Sakura? Maria, Sumire, Iris, Kohran, anyone at all? Hell~o?

[ A pause, then a sigh as she shakes out her shirt. ] Seriously...? Dropping me in the water like that.


((OOC: Kanna Kirishima from Sakura Taisen, at the beach in Sector 1! Sorry that she's late to the show, folks. She swam.))

If whoever moved my lab puts it back where they found it immediately, no one has to get hurt.

[At first, Cassie was afraid. She was petrified! She kept wondering how she'd live without team Alpha by her side. Okay, no, she wasn't. But she did freak out. There were many "Holy Heras!" and "the Team's never going to let me hear the end of this!"

Then came the welcome video.

Followed by looks of disbelief and wondering if this was kind of prank.

Anger quickly replaces the disbelief when she realizes this was all real.

Which brings us to one very annoyed demigoddess.]

I don't know who you think you are, but you can't just arrest people like this! You guys are as bad as the "criminals" you're claiming to arrest!

[It feels strange yelling into a pair of goggle like objects, but she does it anyway.]

You picked the wrong person to mess with! If there's one thing Wonder Woman taught me, it's to never back down when someone's being unfair and injustice! There's no way you guys are going to get away with this!

[here's someone who looks to be anywhere from 15 to 17—he's in the humble beginnings of a handsome man, but he's still quite boyish looking. boyish especially in his pouty scowling that's so animated it's almost cartoonish, and deeply teenaged.]

This is ridiculous!

[he's indignant, certainly—but he seems to reel that back a little, brows furrowed as he lets out an irate sigh.]

I guess I can't say I don't belong in a place like this...

[aaand there he goes, animated again, desperate gesticulations of frustration and all.]

But give me a chance to redeem my crimes before throwing me into some place like this, instead of just "replacing me"! How can something like that even be true!? Other dimensions—!?

Anyway, whether or not that's true... just what kind of person is responsible for the embarrassing technology of this "prison"? Who computed these "wardens"? Barbarians in the furthest reaches of space, far away from any sort of just eye... That's who! Criminals! Moreso than I, you're a bunch of barbarians, kidnapping people!

[ooc; have 1 (one) Albert de'Mondego of Gankutsuou! he's a naive, somewhat sexually confused French teenager from rustic-future opera-punk Space (circa year 5000). cravats and spaceships, yo. he's pre epilogue, post canon, so he's freshly out of a bunch of really traumatic shit, but this is blessedly distracting!]

[If it isn't alien invasions, it's being teleported to an underwater prison.

Having seen Cassie, he decides to chance it and send a message over the network.]

I would normally say "there must be some mistake," but I think we all know this is something a little less benevolent. Assuming that's the case, I'd appreciate a hand from my fellow inmates.

Not a literal hand, though. Kind of don't need that souvenir.

Team, if you're here, meet me in Sector 0.


[Dick Grayson as Nightwing from Young Justice. His voice is really, really similar to his younger counterpart's. Just FYI.]

[it's just a blur of images for a single moment, until Cassandra hits the pavement smoothly and the video focuses on her black cowl and the yellow outline on her chest. Yes, it's a girl dressed up in a black costume and no, she isn't crazy. The costume itself should be recognizable to some, but to others...it'll look...odd, intimidating maybe, but mostly really weird.]

[Batgirl stares at the screen for a long minute. It's long enough to make anyone wonder if she's actually...going...to say anything.... Instead, she raises her right hand and...waves.]

[Then, she's looking away, communicator turning off in the process. She's looking for people she knows, and the video should be enough for them to respond. In the meanwhile, she's totally chilling in this awesome tree.]

[Klara had followed the scent. As soon as she had passed through the arched doorway she had caught the scent in the air. It made her stomach clench and twist in a familiar pain. She didn't know why there was such a strong smell of that, but once she'd reached the small building it made a lot more sense. The building is dim and quiet, which she likes. She's used to this kind of atmosphere.

And she can smell it all in here. She looks around, taking in the signs and "menus." She doesn't understand. If this is a dream, then why is there a place that gives away blood? She wouldn't want that. Is this a bad dream? Is she being punished? None of her happy dreams are like this.

She turns on the communicator because she's heard the voices and seen some of the people earlier, but hadn't spoken to anyone. All anyone will see is a very young girl with blood hair obscuring parts of her face. Her eyes are somewhat dilated, almost yellow in color.]

I found all the blood. Why is there so much?

{OOC: Have a baby vamp everyone. More information on Klara here.}