MarinaNova Asylum

A long time had passed since Deanna had felt the distinct lack of her empathic powers. She had only felt this sort of emptiness once in her life before today and it was no better now than it had been then. Last time, she had thought she would forever be without them and felt as though she had lost a limb, but she was hopeful that this time she could figure out what had caused her to lose them in an effort to get them back. At least she had experience in dealing with this feeling. Not that this would help her much, but it was a start. It was better than nothing.

Unsure where she was or how she had gotten here, and feeling as lost and alone as she had ever felt in her life, Deanna wandered around the area. She passed what looked like a park of some sort, a library, and something that looked like a residential building. That seemed a little more permanent than she had been hoping for. She'd listened to the welcome message, but it definitely hadn't seemed like something the Federation would condone, which meant that she had been kidnapped somehow. That wasn't a good thing for many reasons and she didn't like to think of what Captain Picard might do when he found out, let alone Will Riker. It was inevitable that one of them would and she doubted either would take it well.

Still, being here was an opportunity to learn about a new location and Deanna intended to do as much information-gathering as she could despite the situation she had recently been exposed to and the one she was in now. What she really needed was a way to contact Starfleet, if not Captain Picard himself. She had found something that seemed like a communicator, but without having someone she trusted verify it, she was hesitant to use it. Whatever the case, she much preferred to make contact on her own terms and that included being in possession of her empathic abilities. So for now she kept searching the area. It wouldn't do her any good to stay in one place.




[ ooc: deanna can be found anywhere in the dome today, but she starts out in sector 2. ]

[ you. what are you doing here? ]

Hiding, like you. [ except— wait. no. this isn't right. this was familiar, almost tangible as if it were a collection of memory engrams locked away behind a series of unbreakable, undetectable algorithms that had begun to break free of their restraints. she knew this place, but it wasn't right. this— was not right at all. she didn't belong here. it wasn't her fault. that which she stood accused of wasn't her fault. an individual should not have to answer for the collective's wrongdoings.

she went away, like some do — she understood that much. or maybe she was still on the equinox. perhaps she was hallucinating. firm, unwavering in her stance, she'd been willing to perish instead of becoming what ransom and his crew had become. she wanted no part in any of it. she resisted. but he was trying to force her hand, made the doctor—

standing up, only dimly aware of the headset, of the feed, seven draws her hand across her temple and the metallic, ocular implant that's a stark contrast against pale skin and loose, bright blonde hair. she's intact, and an awkward, uncharacteristic clearing of her throat tells her that her auditory processor is operating under normal parameters. her voice is her own, controlled by her own will and not that of a hologram devoid of ethical subroutines.

only then, when she's certain that speaking will produce words and not song, does she address the dome directly. ]

My designation is Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01. I will not comply.

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 254 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ cloudy with a 90% chance of rain in the evening ].


New inmates will be arriving in the facility shortly. Please be aware of this disturbance as you go about your day and help them get started on their [ rehabilitation ]. We value your cooperation.

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here! )

[The feed starts, and it's apparent that Inara Serra has no idea that it's turned on. It's caught her in the middle of a string of mandarin - and her tone would very much make it seem as though she is less than happy and not really believing this is happening to her. Her dark hair is a halo of untidy curls and she lifts a hand, brushing one out of her face.

Her gaze is flittering around, and she's muttering loud enough for others to hear over the device.]

Tāmāde hùndàn, Malcolm Reynolds, I'm going to show you uncivilized if I find out you had anything to do with me being here. Dropping me off in the middle of... The very nerve.

[She seems to realize the nice little headset, and her eyebrows draw together. Though once she realizes that it might perhaps be broadcasting, she shifts slightly - and in that few seconds of time, she's regained her composure and looks completely tranquil and at ease. Years of training were not going to go to waste, not even in this place.]


Bàoqiàn, I apologize, I didn't realize I'd managed to turn this on. I'm assuming it's a communication device? [She manages an easy and even charming smile.] I know I've been told that I've... committed crimes, though there must be a mistake. Perhaps someone would be kind enough to tell me which planet I'm on and point me to the nearest city so I can contact my Guild, I would be most appreciative. And I'm positive my Guild would more than reimburse you for any trouble this might cause you.

((OOC: hover over the Chinese to get translations!))

I don't suppose anybody's seen Bart around today?

I seem to have misplaced him. But not his candy collection.

Hey, all... Resident delivery guy here... [He wasn't going to call himself postmaster. That was just weird.]

First off... welcome to all the newbies. You're in MarinaNova. I can answer some questions, if you need me to, but the main reason I'm here is because, tomorrow, I'm gonna have some stuff for all you new arrivals. So, feel free to let me know where you're staying, and I'll drop 'em off. Okay?

See everyone then!