MarinaNova Asylum

[ welcome to sector 0, late at night. (or early in the morning, depending on how you look at it.) a young man is standing underneath the lights, wearing nothing but his brand new orange jumpsuit and a bruise marking one of his eyes.

he doesn’t look so calm, but he’s keeping it together. mostly he’s wondering if this is the price he's paying for sleeping with his best friend’s girl.

twice. well, there were a lot of positions, but just twice. and technically, she wasn’t his girl the first time. definitely not the second time. this isn’t why he’s here, right?

the point is one moment he was on his couch and jess had left. he’d closed his eyes to appreciate feeling a little less like crap for a whole second and woke up in the middle of a goddamn field outside an athletic complex, some list of his crimes being called off and a welcome to his brand new accommodations. what the fuck.

accommodations which he promptly got up and checked out. yeah. that message wasn’t lying. or he’s starting to realize it wasn’t, and he’s not sure how he feels about that.

so, jason stackhouse figures out this communicator business. (he fumbles a bit at first.) and yeah, that is a thick louisianan drawl you hear. ]

All right, I know I ain't - I don't gotta be a genius to know this ain't Bon Temps and these ain't my clothes. [ some command of the situation might work, right? that'll work. he is kinda terrified and a bit angry, so it’s not entirely convincing wagging a finger at the camera. ] Look, on behalf of the - with the authority of the - [ bon temps police department. he'd finish with that; he totally would, but he rethinks the ‘official police business’ tone. something tells him (probably experience) it ain't gonna mean much. let's try a desperate attempt to appeal for himself. ] Look, I don't belong in a - I ain’t a prison kinda guy. I'm a cop. [ hear him trying to convince himself and the world this means something? ] Maybe before I'm mighta deserved it, but I've - I’ve changed my ways; I've gotten... better’n stuff. Member of uh... [ what's the word...? lightbulb! ] a productive society, is what it is. So. Someone wanna tell me what the hell is going on? Is this some kinda vampire-fairy world prank? ‘Cause mama.

[ he turns away, lifts his arms up to place his hands behind his head. turns back to say - oh yeah, he realizes the headset’s still right in front of his face. he's pointing his finger at the communicator again, and he's a little more convincing this time. ] And if anyone sees or knows or has any idea where my sister is - Sook, Sookie Stackhouse - you better lemme know.

elena gilbert l

[ John opens the feed, not all that ready to say anything. He misses phones. The ring gives you time to anticipate, formulate what you want to say. ]

Would you like to have lunch?

jenna sommers l

[ This is easier. It's easier to not have emotions or to just be a dick. ]

How are the adjustments?

[ Prison. Vampirism. Shacking up with your Van-Helsing boy-toy. ]

open action l merlotte's

[ Today, John's spending most of his day here. He finds himself a little hungrier lately and he likes Sam. He also likes Sookie and that other waitress Jessica is not bad to look at. Come to think of it, none of them are. He feels aimless and maybe tomorrow he'll be productive - whatever that means in a place like this.

But, today he's just sitting at the bar. Come chat with him. ]

∞ buffy summers, cordelia chase, spike, sam winchester, seven, oz ll

We should get together and discuss what we know. I've talked to a few people. I collaborated with several the last time I was here. But, they were separate. It doesn't seem like it got us anywhere. And I want to get somewhere. So, I think we should team up. Officially.

Seven, if you haven't met her is from years into the future. She gave me the idea to hack the system. Does anybody know a hacker.

We'd have to know what to hack into but it's a start. Mystical means and portals didn't fly last time. And there's a chance that I found something without telling anyone.

That's not going to happen again. I think we should focus on getting out of here and worry about getting back to our worlds after.

What do you all say?

∞ buffy summers, cordelia chase ll

Can you two work together?

[ without killing one another? ]

∞ spike ll

Can you be of any help? [ he really only included you in the filter because you're spike and he's used to working with you. except this you pisses him off. ] By the way, I've been benched, vampire-wise. Thanks for that.

∞ robin ll

I got the sense we were friends before. I don't mind being friends again. Do you want to... [ what's the word. ] hang?

∞ open action ll

[ Angel can be found dropping by Merlotte's to speak to Buffy in person, because over audio he regrets what he'd asked. Yes, it was private - but not to Cordelia or Buffy. So, he'll briefly drop by Merlotte's.

After that, he'll take some time to himself at the blood shack. He's had a lot of interaction today. ]

[Kitty has been teaching Advanced Technology for awhile now, but it feels like students in this "school" are an ever rotating thing, so she tries to keep classes self contained. She's also not much for lectures, so most classes are about practical demonstrations or problem solving. She didn't have a lot of formal training herself. Technology is just something she's always had an affinity too. Genius level, but in this dome you can throw a stick and find that it seems. Still, she had a lot of practice fixing and adapting various machines. Her world didn't exactly have repair people or tech support to call anymore. You're lucky to find some looted shell and put something together with it. That's what today's lesson is about.

Everyone will walk in to find some kind of machine on every desk. It might be a computer, toaster, clock, DVD player, segway, etc. Pick your desk and your poison. There's also a set of basic tools up front. Share nicely, kids.]

They're all broken. By the end of class, they won't be. Figure it out. Feel free to discuss amongst yourselves.

(OOC: You can assume your character has been to this class many times before or it's their first time. Mingle format, so just tag yourself in and tag your fellow classmates. You can talk to Kitty here.)

[He's had five days to get acclimated. More than the time any new situation back home would warrant, but in some ways Hotch still hasn't wrapped his mind around some of what's been taken as truth here.

He still has questions. More than he thinks could ever be answered in a lifetime, but he'd rather not ask for information he could discern on his own.

So he spends his time in quiet observation. He reads the network, familiarizes himself with the policies of the prison. The Athletic Complex gets a great deal of his attention - it's always been easy for him to work out frustrations with physical activity. It's not working to the extent he generally enjoys, but it's something.

When he's not there, he can be found in the pet café (a soft spot for dogs) or the library.

FOR THE BAU;

A message to meet them at his apartment, and a ping to the necessary location. He's set up in Sector Two, and they'll find the door unlocked.]



[ooc; feel free to run into him however you'd like, or ping me if you want to work something more structured out?]

[The sound of haunting laughter penetrated Rose’s mind, like a child in the distance giggling to another; faint, disjointed, like it was detached from the body of the person or thing that was making it. If it weren’t for the painful throbbing that accompanied it, Rose would have thought for sure that she was dreaming but when her eyes flew open, a jolt of terror shot through her.

The washed out body of a giant wasp like thing was coming towards her, making stars burst in her eyes, the pain intensifying as it drew closer. Rose for one long moment frozen where she lay as she stared at the thing that hovered above her, it'swings beating so fast they were all but a blur. White hot pain seared her brain, shadows moving in her periphery as Rose tried to make her limbs work, one hand shooting out as if to ward it off as she scrambled across the floor of the beach hut, stopping only when the back of her head slammed into the wall.]

“Go away!”

[Swatting at the creature ineffectually, beads of sweat forming on her brow as the pain threatened to slip her into unconsciousness. These were not the reaching hands of the dead, though even through the pain she recognized the same washed out appearance. This seemed different somehow, more menacing, wrong. This wasn't just something that wanted to hurt her, this was something that wanted her dead.

The giant wasp went in for the kill, Rose shielding herself with her arm, Her eyes wide as it seemed to try and latch onto it and yet was unable to grip flesh.]

“Get it off me! Get it off!

[To Rose Hathaway, this all looked very real but to anyone watching her right now? She was one straight-jacket short of a padded cell, swatting and screaming at something only she could see.]

My designation is Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01 and I am 25 years of age. I am a Human-Borg Hybrid, a female of the Human species, and my last known coordinates were located in a region of space approximately 65,000 lightyears from Earth. The year was 2375. I have been imprisoned since Day 184.

[ she opts against stating that her name is annika hansen, despite giving it out to a few people. data. caroline. and saying that she's a human-borg hybrid is a simpler, condensed version of what she is and an explanation she tires of providing. ]

I have shared this information about myself in order to provide that which I am about to ask. In order to better understand the correlation between various worlds, dimensions, and timelines present, more data needs to be collected. Please answer the following questions:

What is your name? How old are you? What is your species? What was your location prior to your imprisonment? What was the year? On which day did you arrive?

Thank you for your time and cooperation. It is... most appreciated. [ click. ]

[There was something that had been on the Doctor's mind for a while now and he was unsure how he should go about asking. It was a rather big step for the two of them, bigger than anything they'd done before. Much bigger than promising forever. Well, it seemed like that for him at any rate, though really it was sort of the same thing, at least inside the prison.

So he'd decided to make a big to-do about it and came to the conclusion he should make dinner and try for a proper date before he asked Rose.]

It's a surprise! Come back in a few hours. [He'd told Rose before shooing her out of her/their flat, locking the door behind her so he'd have complete privacy to make his feast.

Unfortunately cooking was not his strong suit.]