MarinaNova Asylum

[Sitting on the edge of a building, overlooking one of the busier, crowded areas, while searching for familiar faces. There's already too many individuals from her home world. Even if time...seems to be disregarding everything she knows to be possible.

If asked, she's not searching for anyone in particular... not really.

But, uh, well she should keep an eye out for her team mates. Because that's what friends do! Yeah.]

I know I haven't been here that long and all. But is this normal?

[She doesn't have to specify what really, for people to know what she's talking about, but she will anyway.]

This place is getting crowded. It's weird, isn't it? Do the wardens kidnap people based on their connections to one another? I mean - it's odd isn't it? That so many people here have other individuals they know from home.

[Hello, Marina. Piper was curious.]

So, I take it these glitchy things happen? I mean, whacky weather... sudden influx of new people that seems to possibly be off schedule... [She'd been paying attention.] This doesn't mean we're suddenly going to lose containment or something and get trapped inside here, not that we aren't already, but I can't exactly turn everyone into mermaids or something.

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[She would just be wandering around Sector 0, trying to help the new people sort things out, if you all needed her. In fact, she had a basket with her, and inside were some freshly baked things. She'd been spending the earlier portion of the day preparing to meet you all. She figured new arrivals would be hungry. Better to be helpful and gain some allies than to possibly start fights.]

CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?

[Wow, someone is yelling. Loudly. Try not to blame him though- Old Greece kinda guy, what is technology, that kind of thing.

At first the only thing you see is a bright blue eye with a little red curl falling over it. Finally Hercules manages to adjust the video and you get a full view of his face. It's very easy to tell he doesn't belong to this decade- or century, even. Either he's wearing a Greek armor or his prop is just as good.

Sadly he keeps on yelling though.]

PHIL? IS THIS- IS THIS SOME KIND OF TRAINING? I DON'T THINK IT WAS ON THE RULES.

[Now that her younger self is currently being taken care of, Yuuki's out scanning the streets much like some of the others. Earlier she carried a parasol but now that it's dark she doesn't need it anymore.

It's chaotic and hectic, and who can tell what's going on today, particularly after the malfunction of the wardens. Still, she stands, watching, curiously, a couple of butterflies fluttering around her. They swirl around her head, and some occasionally land on her shoulder a moment, before taking flight once more to be replaced by another as the first flies off into the distance.

Lifting a hand out, she allows one to land on her finger. It's wings gently flutter a moment, before it seems to melt, melding with Yuuki to disappear. She closes her eyes, hand slowly lowering with a nod.]

If anyone comes, I'll know.

[Y'know what's weird? Wakin' up with a big glass thing over your eye. Y'know what's also weird? Expecting a freezin' cold blizzard and yellow snow cones with Bigfoot and getting an eyeful of fuzzy multicolored animals instead.

Literally.

Which is why there's currently a round green butterball of a monster shrieking at the top of his lungs, hopping left and right and generally just trying to brush off the kittens and puppies crawling and dangling off his horns, to no avail.]

Get off get off get off! I wear a contact, I got a sensitive eye, I can't afford to contaminate it with fur and animal germs! Ohhhhhhhh, this'll give me hives for a week.

Sulley! Sulley!

[The communicator's long gone, knocked off several feet away and currently being chewed on by a very lazy piglet.]



( ooc: Have some Pixar, guys. Mike Wazowski from Monsters Inc., specifically! )

[Here, have a vampire sitting at an outdoor table at Little Earth, sipping from a glass of...dark beverage and dressed in street clothes with her communicator laid out on the table. She's wearing an expression of distaste and intermittently picking up the communicator, playing with it for a few seconds, and tossing it down again.]

My, this is new and novel. [Why is other someone else's morality always interfering in her life?]

[Max is wandering through Sector 0, eyeing the food stalls hungrily but at the moment leery of everything - the surroundings, the communicator, the message - she's not used to her jailers aiming for a claim of moral superiority - the jumpsuit...especially the jumpsuit.

She's moving with deliberate casualty, but she'll stop and wait tensely if anyone approaches.]

[Someone has to recognize the red suit and the big lightning bolt on this guy's chest, but he's not smiling, nor is he pleased with this turn of developments. Someone might even catch him running around--why is he going to slow? There is definitely something not right about that, besides how screwed up everything is with the fact he's here and not at home--but so far and exit he has not yet found.

He takes a breather--not that he needs to catch his breath--to get some food because he's that hungry and oh look somehow he managed to find the restaurant district. In a prison.]

Okay that's it. You've had your fun now send me back home. I'm sure we'll laugh about this one day after I beat you into next week and throw you into Iron Heights, but whichever Rogue did this now is not the time.

[And after he's finishing stuffing his face taking his full, he'll be off again. He'll blow something up if he has to. He needs to get back to his kids.]

{OOC: Bringing in Flash III/Wally West from DC Comics. Catch him in person if you can stop him long enough to catch his attention!}

[As unusual as the day is, it's generally exciting for Ferris. He's out and about this evening, scoping out the crowds. He's gathered enough by now to understand this is far from normal, though it's already obvious this is a much larger influx than either of the arrival days he's seen; his own and yesterday.

Though he's taken up residence in sector 2, he heads out to sectors 3 and 4 and well, taking in sights and the new company. He stops in at The Bistro to grab some dinner before heading out for an evening that includes stops at Pa-Ching Arcade and the art center.

Run into him in any of the three sectors, and he'll be more than happy to entertain newcomers and inmates alike.]

[Static. Interference. Silence.

If you are awake at all tonight and tap into your communicator, then it is very likely for you to experience these three things.

If you are awake at all tonight and have ventured into the darkness, then please use caution, because lurking and always watching... is him. Even indoors there he'll be in the blink of an eye. It's him, he's here, a blank face perhaps at your bedside or just along your window pane.

And then after a high pitched squeal of static and distorted screams--]

found you

((OOC: Please keep this list in mind if you choose to interact with The Operator at all. Thank you... and tread carefully.))

[ should you be sitting in any of the outdoors tables in Little Earth on Sector 4, you may see a green-haired man walk past, carrying a fishing rod. and, after some ten more minutes... he walks past again, stopping to look around. ]

Huh. This looks familiar.

[ yep; this is Zoro, and because he's Zoro, he's also lost. after arriving here and managing to get some explanations out of people— not that he really understood any of the dimensional travel and multiple universes business— the only thing that mattered to him was that apparently, he’d be out of here by the end of the day. so, bored as he was without his crew, his swords and not having been able to find any place that sells decent booze, he decided he'd go fishing.

except he’s on the entirely wrong sector. ]

Pretty sure the guy said it's this way.

[ he continues walking... to the exact opposite direction of sector 1 and the beach. ]


[ ooc: here’s Roronoa Zoro from One Piece, lost as always. ]

[Okay what's with all these Robins? They seem to be coming in groups. How many of them are there anyway? One kind of loses the count, amirite?

Anyway, this one seems to be a little... less okay with this whole thing than the others were. At least he seems way more angry. And what is it with those curls falling on either side of his forehead? You'd think something that easy to identify would be hidden away when he's in the Robin uniform.

Anyway, after the few seconds he takes to make sure the communication device is working Jason starts talking.]

Okay so: kidnapping the Robin. I know y'all think it gives you cache or something, it makes you look big and important. But it actually makes you look real dumb.

And this whole 'prison thing'? Accusing me of- I dunno how many murders? Get over yourselves. As if Batman would let me do something like that.

Seriously though, stop this. Let me go back to the B-man and... everything will be alright. He won't even hurt you guys.

Much.