MarinaNova Asylum

[Helix had been having one hell of a day, between getting beat up by his boyfriend (possessed by his abusive guardian) and getting snacked on by a hungry Saya-gone-vampire(Aka Diva who he'd never met) he was just about ready to call it quits. They'd left him there, hand still pressed over the bite wound and seething with annoyance over all of this. The fact that bastard just offered him up like some sort of fucking candy for her to just... EAT like that. It wasn't surprising the jerkoff treated him like an object but, still, it was fucking infuriating that they just left him it this state.

He wasn't even able to get his knees to cooperate let alone stand on his own. So he remained, sitting against a wall, growing more and more tempted to just fall asleep where he was. He'd start to nod off then shake himself awake. He couldn't pass out here, not yet. His face is bruised and battered, his nose broken and a white bandage taped over it. He has his hood back, too out of it to care much who finds him or what they think of his injuries. It definitely LOOKs worse than it is, the worst of it was that bite wound and the fresh cobalt blood smeared over his neck, shoulder and chest.

He'll just sit there muttering to himself with annoyance, hoping someone comes along before he's out cold.]

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May I treat you to something beautiful, my cute lambs?

[ Something was different about Sheryl today. She still looked like herself, but at the same time she didn't. Maybe it was the very masculine clothing she was sporting ---

--- or the fact that the girl was also carrying around and playing an expensive-looking saxophone. And Sheryl gave no indication that she could even play that instrument.

Those who are looking for her --- will find her playing this song for a few girls.

Hopefully, none of them is your girlfriend. Then again, it might be a harmless enough scene. After all, what is wrong with a girl playing a saxophone for girls? ]

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[ Sheryl Nome gave a smile that was neither playful or overconfident. It was a lazy and knowing smile. She had a saxophone in her hands. Odd, because she never gave any indication before that she knew how to play that instrument.

In front of her was a pile of music notes that she got when she got the saxophone.

When she spoke, her voice's timbre was also a lot lower than how she usually spoke. ]

This is for all of my cute lambs out there.

Remember not to fall in love with me ... but I'm sure you wouldn't be able to help it.

[ She winks for the camera...

On second thought, maybe she did still have a lot of her overconfidence.

... and begins to play this song with the mastery of a professional. There was no hesitation or pauses. It was almost like she had been playing the instrument her whole life. ]

[ ooc: At the moment, Sheryl is being possessed by the sexy saxophonist Ren Jinguji of Uta no Prince-sama ]

[ Monica is perched atop a roof awning, leaning forward, scowling down at the city. She has a sharp piece of wood in her hand, held almost like a sword. She spots somebody -- is it you, perhaps? -- and pounces, arm back to assassinate the poor unfortunate soul who passes by underneath her.

Eyes full of hatred, she stares down at them, piece of wood against their throat. ]

Tell me what you know! [ Her voice is firmer than would be expected of a young woman. This will happen frequently throughout the morning until noon, when this little ... possession thing will dissipate.]

[ video, dated to one PM ]

[ Monica is confused -- rightly so, really -- and holds a broken piece of wood up. There are strange symbols marked in it. ]

I woke up in the streets with this in my hands. Please tell me one of you has some kind of explanation for this.

[ OOC: i am horribly sorry for the unannounced hiatus but i'm back now okay guys lets have fun with monica/if you're so inclined, perhaps an altair or ezio-clone... ]

[After the day he was having (after the day everyone was having, if the network is any indication), he's not surprised that he sees blink-and-you'll-miss-it fast ghosts out of the corner of his eye. They'd been bothering him off and on all day, but he never really saw their faces.

Not until now.

He's walking from the library (no luck on the exorcism research. Maybe he should call Sam-- but he's probably busy). And then he sees another flicker out of the corner of his eye. This time, when he turns...

He sees his father. Not Bruce, but John. Whole and healthy and wearing his-- their-- colors.

Very few things can really get to Robin at this point in his life. This is one of them. He's not sure if he wants to run toward his father or away. His mind is trying to piece everything together, so he ends up standing there in a daze, no longer sure if he's really awake and feeling a horrible combination of pain and longing somewhere behind that haze in his mind.]

(Feel free to meet The Flying Graysons. Or you can come upon him looking pale and shaken at some point, if you'd rather not have your character see them.)

[Well, it's been one of those days. And how freaking scary is it that a day where incredibly freaky and distinctly impossible things happen, like for example you're chatting with your ex in sort-of his younger body but one that decidedly belonged to someone else yesterday, is becoming common enough to have a "those days" attached to it.]

[Penelope is straight up freaked. And when she needs someone to make everything all better, she's going right for her very own Chocolatey Deity, Derek Morgan.]

[And sure, things might be a smidge weird since they, uh. Kissed. But Kevin in not!Kevin's body okay, a girl has to set priorities! One weirdness clearly outranks the other! And so by the time she's flinging open the door to her place, she's already shouting for him. Ready or not, here comes your Mama, and she needs some o'those mad cuddling skills right about now.]

[The voice may be familiar to some, but there's a static echo to it. One that should not be there. It does not seem to be speaking to anyone directly, as if the audio is unintentional.]

System has been compromised. Disconnected from mainframe. Outdated vessel requires updates. New hardware installation complete. Reboot in progress.

[There is some beeping in the background that is getting louder and louder before it finally cuts out. And then the voice returns, the echo gone. The voice sounds normal. For the most part.]

Today has been...strange, hasn't it? How many people are experiencing odd events? I spent most of the day avoiding what appear to be spectral projections.

["Richie" can be found in wandering the sectors, studying everything with a keen eye, or at the education center--possibly taking apart a computer there. The hood covering his hair and neck is not usual, but he will not be as willing to remove it.]

{OOC: Richie has been possessed by Brainiac. Who may have spent most of the day starting a few upgrades that will be semi-noticeable.}

[MOMO was alone today, and perhaps that was a bad thing with everything going on. However, she was on her way over to the education center to find out if any classes had changed recently, as people seemed to have been disappearing a lot lately. As she came near the building, she saw a figure standing at the door. He didn't seem to be doing much, and MOMO's sensors weren't detecting him properly. At least, they weren't getting a normal reading. She paused, concerned.

He looked familiar from the back. Then, he turned. She gasped.]

Daddy??!!

[She ran towards him, but he didn't even look at her. It was like he wasn't really there. She reached out to touch him, but couldn't. Her hand passed right through him. Shocked and dismayed, she sniffed, holding back tears, and then ran off.]