MarinaNova Asylum

Welcome to day 335. Keep your elbows in, mind your personal hygiene, and try not to offend anyone more powerful than yourself. It's going to be crowded today. Please excuse us while we take this opportunity to ignore your wants and needs. The kiosk will remain dark until tomorrow.

Have a lovely and productive day of rehabilitation.

(OOC: 4TH WALL : INFO / REGISTRATION)

[Have a smiling, eager face framed by pink hair, inmates.]

The warden said it would be crowded here today, and I suppose that could mean a lot of things, but I was hoping... [Is hoping for friends and family from home and who haven't been in the dome for awhile too much to hope? They might have meant the raptors were released again for all she knows right now.]

Well, if there are any new faces around I would be very happy to help explain things or just get to know you. And of course the same is always true for familiar faces too.

Oh, I'm Euphemia or you can call me Euphie.

[You can also find Euphie making her rounds around the prison today, in search of anyone and everyone. Don't worry, she'll be gregarious enough for both of you.]

(OOC: Anyone and everyone super welcome! General 4th wall info.

It seems I've returned. How incredibly abysmal. I've decided I don't like being someone else's punchline. It's so much more entertaining to be on the other side of the torment. I suppose I could let that teach me some kind of lesson, but instead, I think I'll just make things more lively.

[A smirk appears on the man's lips and snaps his fingers. There's a brief glimmer and then the disappears. Of course he has to reappear somewhere. Maybe it's here or there or right behind you. His powers are limited here, but that doesn't mean he can't at least cast some illusions to keep you on your toes when he comes to visit.]

[There's a long moment of crackling silence before its suddenly followed ear-splitting crash of the head-set against a nearby wall. The head-set, somehow magically doesn't break but clicks onto video, showing a very disgruntle /loud/ teen stomping his foot in a random hallway.]

WHAT THE HELL!?! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST KEEP US HERE! JASDEVI WILL KILL ALL OF YOU AND ALL THOSE DAMN EXORCIST!

Isn't that right, Jasder--- [draging out that 'ro' now that he notices his other half is missing] -ro?

. . . . .

JASDERO?!!!

[Another pause, as the noah frantically starts to look from side to side, do a circle and even bend down to look under his legs as if his twin would magically appear there.]
DAMNIT! [Pissed off and worried, he takes a deep breath and kicks the nearby head-set and stomps on it for good measure]

OI! OI! THIS ISN'T FUNNY!

[ Chuck hadn't anticipated all these people showing up on the day of the grand re-opening, but there's food and drink a-plenty and what's a few more guests, really?

The Daffodil Dive, once known as the infamous Devil's Compass, has seen a deep scrub and a fresh coat of paint, warm and inviting in yellow and orange, with the occasional friendly skull painted on the walls and bar. There's flowers and fragrant herbs in pots and vases, adorning the tables or filling up dark corners. Lit candles illuminate the room, with plenty of food laid out a couple of the tables — pies (savoury and sweet) and cupcakes, fresh fruit and vegetables, little hors d'oeuvres, more elaborate dishes courtesy of Piper and Sizzle and Sear. The bar will be open, champagne glasses already filled with bubblies both alcoholic and non.

Come! Enjoy your time in prison! ]

((ooc: Official reopening party log of the Daffodil Dive! 4th wallers and regulars equally welcome! Please feel free to assume invitations have been scattered around the dome. ))

[The press of thoughts, the unabated noise of unspoken desires, swirling, a cacophony of musings. Jean strolled through the dome, listening, walking aimlessly.

How did she get here? Were her friends, her loved ones safe? She had to know. Where were they?]

[The voice on the other end is fairly androgynous and Ambiguously British. Anyone who may recognize Calliope's voice may also realize she sounds shades deeper than the last time she was here—yet, she is very cheerful, and oblivious to the fact that she has arrived in the midst of the chaos of a 4th wall event.]

Hello out there! Hello! Blimey, it's been so long since I've seen a computer, much less used one! This is wonderful. I missed technology so terribly much.

-Oh! My name is Calliope! Don't be shy, dears, please introduce yourselves. [Can you hear the smile?] I was on a welcoming committee in my previous home, Demeleier. Is there anything like that here? I already think I understand what's going on, but more information is always better!

I have another question: is anyone else here from Demeleier? [Especially her brother, she wonders—and hopes, and also desperately hopes not.]

[What is this vision of smokin' hotness coming out of your screen today? LSP in da house!] Oh my glob what the stuff is going on? I'm too hot to be in jail and also I would never do any of the stuff that you said that I would do! Nuh uh, no way! Anyway what the junk, this place is super lame. I'm bored and I'm not having any fun. Ugh! UGGGGHHHHH!!!!

[ Lucy's had time to process some things. Such as the communicator she'd woken up with, pulling it from her ear to see the buttons and read what each did. The message had helped, though the area she was in, as well as the tacky orange prison-like jumpsuit, they were unfamiliar to her. She supposes she can't go wrong in where she had ended up, opening her eyes to find herself within MAHR in Sector 2, laying upon one of the beds.

It certainly wasn't the temple...

And she was alone; no Desmond, no Shaun, and no Rebecca. No one that she knew that she could tell.

Seems suspicious, now that she thinks back on the message. Crimes, hah, what would they know about anything she's ever done?

Slipping the ear piece communicator back on, fitting it comfortably as best as she can over her eye, she hits the button for voice. ]

I hope this is working and that I'm not talking to myself. Joke's on me if I am... Anyway, if this is getting through - great! I think I'm a little lost right now. I know there's a map but it shows me nothing. Hopefully someone, I don't care if it's Veridical or not, but if anyone can help me get out of this furniture store that'd be real great right now.

Thanks.

[ A beat, probably would help if she included a small introduction-- ]

Oh right, name's Lucy.

[ The video opens on a stylishly dressed lady. Whether she stopped to get changed or simply has too much willpower for the orange jumpsuit to stay on her body is difficult to tell, but one thing is certain to those that know her well: something is terribly wrong.

There's no drink in her hand. The disaster is near. ]

Frank? Frankenstein? Frank darling, if you can hear me please respond. You haven't locked yourself in the liquor cabinet again, have you? [ She huffs. This is terribly annoying. ]

If this is the doings of a ghost or similar spirits, I hope you're aware of just who you are dealing with and return me at once, before I'll become very cross with you! If this is not the doings of a spirit, then please get me some spirits. Thank you.

(( ooc: Sadie has a very particular accent. Chimichanga. ))

[Martha woke in her flat, noting the distinct lack of warmth typically leant to her by Patch. Frowning, she got dressed and headed out to look for him. After looking all over the dome, Martha didn't see him, so she stopped by the Coffee Bean for a quick cuppa, then made her way to the clinic early. The clinic that definitely looked differently than it did when she was there yesterday.]

OPEN Video call

[Martha pops up looking pleasant, but slightly confused.]

First and foremost, has anyone seen my dog? Brown and white pitbull with a brown splotch over his right eye? Answers to the name of Patch. Also, either Phanan or Karev, which one of you decided to move furniture around in the clinic?

((OOC: Martha has no idea she's been missing, so have fun with that!))

OPEN Action

The news that she'd been gone was a shock. Martha wasn't quite sure what to do with herself, and eventually made her way to Trois Park. She found a familiar tree, one where Oz had taught her meditative techniques so long ago, and sat under it, trying to calm her mind.

((OOC: Feel free to run into her anywhere in the dome, not just the park.))

Welcome to... Marina Nova?

No, no... that doesn't sound good. We should come up with a better name for this place. And more blood! How can you get anything done when there's so little blood and viscera on the walls? There are so many improvements that could be done for this place! If we all just pull together, I bet we could triple our productivity this week!

[ He sounds gleeful and not in a good way. ]

Anyway... my name is Kevin and I'm so excited to be here! I bet we'll all become the best of friends, working hard together, believing in a smiling God... it's only a matter of time before Strex buys this place — if they haven't already! Things can change so fast.

Things change so fast.

Tell me about your day, Marina Nova. Are you productive? Isn't it a wonderful day?

[ Crazy locations and crazy circumstances have become pretty par for the course, so while Johnny probably should have been more worried, he isn’t. He’s always been a roll with the punches kind of guy anyway.

When he talks, he doesn’t know who the hell is supposed to hear him. The Boss? Or Kinzie, maybe -- she’s good with that virtual shit. ] That murder count ain’t right. Some of those are under appeal. [ He can’t be convicted for that, right? There’s some kind of law against it or whatever; he’d only been half-listening to his lawyer back when he’d been in prison the first time. Clearly, the actual point of the Asylum has gone over his head. ]

And I’m not feelin’ the jumpsuit. Orange isn’t really my color.

[This cute, adorable little thing hasn't quite figured out the communicator. In fact Bob wasn't wearing his communicator. He's carrying it around along with a teddy bear. It clearly had to be important. Someone had given it to him, right? He had to find them and thank them for his present.

So he can be found throughout Marina. Sometime soon after arriving, he's sitting in the grass in one of the parks trying to figure out if he can get Tim (his teddy bear) to wear the communicator. It doesn't fit though. Too big.

But it isn't long before Bob starts to getting hungry and happens to wander into the area with the food carts, he spots something that appealed to him... A BANANA! He immediately wanders over, pausing to look up at the fruit seemingly hanging out of the cart before reaching up to try and grab it. He is very short though and he clearly struggles with getting the banana. But he wants that banana!]

[ The voice is soft, a teenaged boy whose voice hasn't quite broken all the way to adult range; the tone, however, is even and much, much older than the voice itself. ]

Something is wrong with this place, isn't it? Altogether wrong, not merely 'what are we even doing here?' wrong.

What... what year is it?

So the thing about kidnapping me? It doesn't tend to go so well. For the people who do it.

[ someone seems calm. he's tiddling with the headset he was given, don't mind him. ]