MarinaNova Asylum

[Everything is normal.

Of course that's just reality, and there can't be many out there who can see reality for what it is at the moment. If no one was afflicted with seeing mirages then this would just be Kitty addressing people in her X-Men uniform with a backdrop of one of the many neatly maintained alleyways between buildings in Sector 2 while tightly clutching a stick in her hand.

For Kitty, she is in what remains of Sector 2 as she tries to lay low between a pile of rubble that was once a building and the burning, gutted remains of another. She believes the stick in her hand is actually a high tech blaster she got off of one her attackers. They seemed alien in origin to her, but "alien" is kind of a moot point in an inter-dimensional prison. Still, they weren't wearing jumpsuits and they had personal flying devices and were loaded down with weapons.

For you, the viewer, you might see zombies creeping up on her or maybe everything is black and white and she's dressed like a newscaster. She could look like someone giving ransom demands or have a face covered in tentacles. Or maybe whatever it is you think you see becomes a tootsie roll to you. It could also be you're sharing this very particular mirage and you see it just as she does. Whatever the case, beauty and everything else is in the eye of the beholder today.]

[Video | Filtered to Defense Force]
Sector leaders report! Does anyone recognize these things? They aren't wearing communicators and... [she ducks and then returns "fire" by aiming her stick at the sky and pulling the "trigger" until she looks satisfied that she's safe again for the moment.] Damnit!

Derek, get the Investigative team somewhere safe and figure out what the hell's going on. We need to get ahead of this. Combat units, protect your sectors! Sector 6 team, we're staying in the other sectors and lending support. Dispatch, we need you watching the network and working out where the worst of it is. All units stay in communication with dispatch!

[Video | Open]
Call Defense Force's dispatch if you're in immediate danger or injured. We need everyone if we're going to get out of this.

[Video | Closed to Reid]
Where are you? [Please tell me you're okay.]

(OOC: You're also welcome to run into her in action. Backdated to earlier in the day.)

[ it starts as any other day: sinfully ordinary, banal, boring— and then, as he is stirring a pinch of stockpiled spice into his coffee, he catches a glimpse of his own reflection in the spoon. the glossy, distorted vision’s mouth is moving, at first slowly and imploringly, and then it begins to shout in silent staccato. its words are unintelligible. when he blinks, it is gone.

that would be his first indication that something is horribly wrong.

( cut for length and a bit of mild eyescream )

once he makes it to the hospital, the surreality will crumble away and leave him in peace, and he will realize what has happened and brave the ruined marina in search of answers. or, at least, he will try to. the horror can still nibble at him even when he knows that it isn’t real, given the way this all works, though he will do all he can to suppress it. ]

(( ooc: feel free to initiate threads with him before he's made it to the hospital, while he's in the hospital, or after he's left; just let me know which! he can be found pretty much all over the dome today, but his regular haunts are sectors 2, 0, and 5. also given that piter is generally already prone to being surrounded by steaming viscera, there's a possibility that some threads will contain nastiness! if any do, i will warn in the subject line. also, his shenanigans are loosely based off the film "the blood of a poet." c: i. may have had a bit too much fun with this. i am a surreal horror person u///u ))

[With modly permission, here's a new mingle for the event to make it count for the next AC. OOC details here.

And psst, remember that Puck isn't altering anyone's mind: no character will actually believe themselves to have always been a zombie hunter/cop/what have you.]