MarinaNova Asylum

Yesterday was a big day for you. First, you got a free pass to keep existing, and had the artificiality of your environment confirmed. Next, you celebrated with dismemberment.

Tyki Mikk, a punishment for the murder of Ianto Jones is being sent to your device.

Inmates, keep your hands to yourselves. I don't wish to tell you this again. And speaking of hands, the bots will be collecting the scattered remains.

“When the Fox hears the rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.” —Silence of the Lambs

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Warden request post | Mail submissions)

[Things happen in threes. It's the way of the world, somehow. The Holy Trinity is a fine example, ironic considering the tone of the night for one Tyki Mikk. But three has always been a number he's fond of, so he obeys the rule this wicked night. The scent of blood is strong and it's everywhere, caked underneath his nails and staining his skin, flecked across his face and even soaked into the cigarette he's lighting in the darkness of the Devil's Compass. His floors haven't been this ruined since he and Road bled Cross into the floorboards of their home. The human body bleeds so, so much.

There are a few things he needs to get to while the blood drips and settles, dries dark into the wood to stain it one of his favorite shades. Without cleaning up in the slightest he goes to work, walking silently through the dome to leave his trinity behind. His eyes glow amber gold, the look behind them madder with each step.

One, with blood spilt and collected he writes an assortment of messages on walls he passes. "Psalm 55:11, Psalms 7:15, Job 10:21, Psalm 3:6. 'Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth' being the last, scrawled in blood along the outer wall of the church. The last are left on the wall inside the Devil's Compass, scrawled almost contemplatively: The heart is more deceitful than all else And is desperately sick; Who can understand it? Lines below it; And when the devil had ended every temptation, he departed from him until an opportune time.

Two, whilst walking he has doubled his purpose by bringing along the dripping remains of Ianto in pieces. One sinewy arm hacked off and left upon Jack's doorstep, a glistening heart for the step of the Defense Force's HQ and many other pieces scattered without rhyme or rhythm across gardens and greenery. He doesn't care who sees, who finds. Road would really be proud.

And three, he retires to the church for the evening's last few minutes before an artificial sun begins to rise. Trails of red left by his fingers dragging along the walls and pews, a husk of a corpse left to lay on the floor of the Devil's Compass, Tyki feels sated, satisfied as he sits upon the bench of the piano and cracks his stained knuckles. He puts his fingers to the keys to play for the remainder of his time before they come.]


(ooc: phone posting ATM but may edit later, however this is more a post for people pursuing Tyki as well as a note of what he left around the dome. Feel free to see... Or find things! Pm, plurk or leave me hmd notes if you have questions and ill get back to you ASAP)

[Martha had learned to expect the unexpected in this place. Days of nothing followed by sudden moments of intense flurry. Then settling back into the nothing. What she wasn't prepared for was Veridical's message. Martha stood in her kitchen, a teacup smashed on the floor as she listened to it all. Patch tried to help, but all Martha could do was sink down to the floor and cry while her dog licked at her face.

When she finally was able to hold the tears at bay, Martha pushed the rest of her feelings down. There was someone who needed her very much right now. The cup stayed on the floor - Patch lapped at the tea once Martha seemed to calm down. She had things to do.]

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[Video locked to Jack]

[She's wiped the tears from her face, but it's obvious she's been crying. But the look is hard. Steeled.]

Where are you Jack?

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[Video locked to Karev and Phanan]

[Like the video sent to Jack, she's obviously holding down emotion. Keeping herself in a forced calm.]

I will not be at the clinic today or tomorrow. Figure out a rotation as you will.

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[Martha takes to the dome - Patch off leash but heeled beside her. She wants him as mobile as possible at the moment. If anyone tries to hurt her, she has no doubt the dog will attack. Mostly, she needs to be out walking... finding these body parts before the bots take them all. Spending time with Jack. Anything to keep moving.]

Jack has not had a good night. Ianto didn't come home and that's so unlike him – as in, it's the first time it's happened, ever – that he spent most of the night sitting up, worrying, except for the time he spent trying to call Ianto over the network. He even headed over to the library at one point to see if Ianto had just fallen asleep there, but there was no sign of him and he couldn't think where else he might be. And he didn't want to leave home for long in case Ianto turned up there.

But he didn't. And the morning has brought confirmation of why not. As he listens to Veridical's even-more-scathing-than-usual morning greeting, the blood drains from his face. It's as if all his worst nightmares are thrust upon him at once. He sits there shaking, and it's a while before his legs stop trembling enough to grab his coat and head for the door. But he doesn't get any further than the door, because there's a dismembered arm waiting on his doorstep. He stares at it, face ashen, and then picks it up gently, as if to avoid hurting Ianto any more than he's been hurt already, and brings it into their home.

Eventually, he gets his headset back on and starts making some calls, his face pale and grim, mouth set in a straight, tight line.

[Video – locked to Tyki]

Do you have a deathwish or something? Did you miss what I did to Spike when he messed with my boyfriend?

[Video – locked to Kitty]

Please tell me we have some way of dealing with Tyki?

[Video – open]

[Very, very grim.]
Anyone spots Tyki anywhere, let me know.

Likewise any – [choking on the words] - any bits of Ianto.