MarinaNova Asylum

Dream 1: Afterglow
[Welcome to the afterglow. You're all wrapped up in each other, flushed, and pleasantly exhausted. Maybe you see each other as naked and curled up in bed together or maybe you're in the shower up against a wall in the living room or an alley in some partial state of dress. Maybe you're defiling a tree out in public. There are so many places available for these things. Was it a surprise or is your mind already hard at work making it make sense to you? Hard to say if it's all cuddling and pillow talk from here or just a cool down before round two (or three?)]

That was amazing. [She still sounds breathless.]

Dream 2: Home Sweet Home
[You've arrived inside the living room of a middle class couple living in Deerfield, Illinois. It's a cozy space—lived in, but not too messy. There's a thirteen year old girl with bushy brunette hair sitting at the dining room table reading the same page of a book over and over again. Her father and mother are sitting on the couch in the adjoining living room watching some television. You can't interact with them yet. The front door is blasted open sending splinters of it flying across the room. Then large men who are more technology and armor than flesh and blood file inside. You can't speak or move. You feel trapped and helpless as you watch this play out. The girl drops her book and stares but she seems just as frozen as you.

( Cut for depiction of violence/death )

[1] The Dark Hour

[Surely you're in a dream, or rather a nightmare. There's no other way to describe your surroundings. It's night, and you're in a city - that much is normal. Everything else is wrong. The sky is an eerie, sickening green, the buildings are dark, the streets are the deep red of dried blood. The moon hangs impossibly huge in the sky a few days away from full - luckily for you.

There are coffins everywhere. Standing upright in the crosswalks, in the drivers seat of cars, clustered under darkened streetlights and by bus stops; every place people would be at this hour.

Above it all, rising high against the green sky, is a tower, twisted and misshapen and impossibly high. You can see it no matter where you happen to be right now; outside a school dorm, in a certain alley by the train station, standing on a suspension bridge over a dark bay. There's something wrong with that tower, you can tell just by looking at it. It shouldn't exist.

If you have a watch you'll find it stopped at precisely midnight. In fact any electronic device you have on you will have stopped working. Everything except the robot girl gleaming pale and alert next to you in the darkness.]

[2] Tartarus

[You're inside the tower, because where else could you be that would fill you with this much dread? The walls are that same dark green as the sky outside, the only light is a sickly yellow from the moon leaking in through the occasional window to spill across the stained, checkered floor. It's a maze in here, but if you wander far enough you might fin the stairs. You can take them up if you'd like but you'll never reach the top, not tonight. You could come every night for the one hour you have and fight your way upward and it would still take you a year to reach the summit. And every night the maze will have shifted, changed, morphed into some new shape.

You're alone, and yet not alone. There are no other people here, just the monsters. Shadows that roam the halls with you. You can try to hide, and you might succeed. You can try to fight, and maybe you can overpower one or two but you won't be able to keep it up for long. This place is a nest of Shadows, and there will always be more. Maybe if you're lucky someone will find you. Or maybe you'll be trapped here, forever.]

Backside of the TV

[You're in a maze. It might be a sauna, hot and muggy and thick with steam. Or maybe it's a strip club, dark with violet curtains covering the walls and secret corners with music pounding through the air and whispers you can't quite make out as you wander the corridors. Maybe you're in what looks like a video game with blocky, artificial looking dungeon walls and floors. Or perhaps it's a secret base like you'd see in an action movie, the kind with sliding blast doors and scaffolding to climb around on. Maybe your maze is beautiful, like a fairy tale, or the way a child would imagine heaven, full of clouds and flowers and somehow heartbreakingly sad.

You can wander around whichever maze you find yourself in. Maybe you'll stay there, maybe they all begin to blur together and you find yourself drifting from one to another as you explore the hallways. They all have one thing in common though; they're full of Shadows, dark monsters that you can sneak past or fight. Probably fight, since Kanji is with you every step of the way, folding chair sling easily over his shoulder and looking for some action. He's wearing a pair of glasses, and you may notice you have a pair on, too. Pick whatever style you'd like, but if you take them off your surroundings will be lost in a fog that makes your head hurt. Try not to get lost in it.]

[The Hub]

[It's a boring dream by Torchwood standards, an interesting one of your work doesn't consist of a top secret science fiction bunker, complete with mysterious alien gadgets lying everywhere, incomprehensible computer programs running on most of the screens and a pteranodon nesting high up near the roof and occasionally squawking to herself.

As for Ianto he's not doing anything as exciting as his surroundings. He's just cleaning up at the end of the day, throwing away empty pizza boxes ordered under the name of Torchwood, washing coffee mugs, dusting off keyboards, putting away discarded firearms. Maybe he's dreaming about this because he organizes thing even in his sleep. Or maybe he just missed his old routine.]

[ The kiosk is fully functional today, but there's no cheery greeting or jaunty tune. Wouldn't want to wake up the snoozing inmates, would we? Anyone who is still awake is more than welcome to come have a chat with your old friend Conscienti, as long as you keep it down during nap time. ]

(OOC: EVENT INFO. Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Warden request post is HERE for your convenience! Mail submissions go here! )

Some clichéd dreams for a clichéd guy. :-)

1. Maze
Jack's lost in a maze of corridors, which at times may look like those of the Dalek homeworld, Skaro, at others like those of the Game Station where he died his first death, and at others like those of an old hospital where he once ran away from a child in a gas mask. Somewhere ahead of him is Ianto, with Spike dragging him further away, but there's only ever the faintest glimpse of them.

What there are more glimpses of are monsters moving in the dark, hiding behind corners and the bulkheads that are always plentiful in Doctor Who. Daleks, Cybermen, Slitheen, Sontarans, Nostravites, Weevils… and perhaps your character will bring with them some of the monsters from their world too?

2. Dying
He's down beneath the Earth, facing the Blessing, waiting for Gwen to shoot him in the back and spill his blood into it, to end the Miracle and set the world back to how it should be. He braces himself, arms spread wide, ready.

[You can take Gwen's place in shooting him, or try to talk him out of it, or just be there to comfort him when he falls.]

( cut for length and NSFW-ness )

((OOC: All of these are open to absolutely anyone, whether we already have CR or not (and if we don't, you can choose whether in the dream they know each other or not). It would also be fun for one dream to shift into another, as dreams do. Also, OOC negotiation is good, especially for the BDSM dreams, but also for anything else you want to plot out too, including completely different scenarios if required. :-) ))

Dream 1: The Kiss
[You resume this dream already in progress! Your lips are pressed up against Euphie's, and it's not even mistletoe bot day. What do you do?]

Dream 2: Geassed
[You're in one of the stores and there's Euphie in the next aisle trying to get the biggest knife there out of the package and struggling with it.] Oh! Could you help me? I need to get this knife so I can kill all the Japanese! [Just as sweet and perky as ever, but theses horrifying sentiments come with a distant sort of look like she's not fully connecting. But seriously why are knives so hard to get out of the package?]

(OOC: Possible sexy warnings for dream 1 and possible violent warnings in dream 2. Plotting if you have other ideas or need to discuss anything. You're welcome to just jump in!)

Dream 1: Family Time
[Sam is seated at a dining room table filled with what looks like a traditional Thanksgiving meal of turkey and every starch you've ever seen and "salads" that have nothing to do with vegetables not to mention a row of pies just waiting for afterward. He's sitting at one end smiling and laughing and apparently holding up his end of some lively conversations except everyone else at the table—as far as you can tell—is dead.]

Dream 2: Too Long (That's what she said)
[Your face is cupped between Sam's hands and your lips are already together so you might as well kiss back, right? It's been a long time for him, and he's prepared to make this worth your time.]

(OOC: Death warnings for dream 1 and sexy warnings in dream 2. Plotting if you have other ideas or need to discuss anything. You're welcome to just jump in!)

Today certainly felt like a good day to sleep in... even for Tieria, who almost never did that.

Scenarios

1. Inside Veda


2. Who Am I?


3. Alone


4. Player's Choice

Event Planning Thread if you want to work something out before tagging!

[ comrades ]

[It's only your third time to be deployed out into battle. Your Fafner to some degree still feels foreign, despite the extensive training you've completed. It'll still take awhile before you're fully acclimated to when you connect* with the mecha directly through your nervous system; it feels akin to an electric chair, but it is imperative for you and the Fafner to perfectly sync as one being. You also are psychologically and emotionally linked via Crossing with the other pilots who have been sent out.

Initially the brilliant gold of the alien enemy, maybe one hundred meters tall, if not more, leaves you in awe. Even though you've faced Festum before (granted, only a couple other times), you're practically frozen in place. You can feel yourself begin to panic as it draws nearer, close to invading your mind.

. . .That is, until, from not far behind, a powerful laser strikes. The Festum is engulfed by a massive black orb. Similar to a black hole, the alien blinks out of existence altogether.]

Are you all right?

[You turn to see a red apparition of Kazuki beside you within your cockpit. He's at ease, wanting to check up on you.]

You're doing just fine. Just remember your training, and the times you've been sent out before. You aren't alone. All of us are fighting with you.

[Kazuki's appearance fades again as the battle continues. You're able to calm down thanks to his reassurance. Even so, you continue to remain linked with both he and everyone. If you need anything, all you need to do is speak up.

Soon, you're back in the hangar and exiting the pod-shaped cockpit, along with four other pilots, and Kazuki, who then approaches you.]

How are you feeling? Let's hurry on and go for our check-up.
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[ peace ]

Welcome to Rakuen. Feel free to take a seat anywhere.

[Kazuki says cheerfully from behind the counter. The air is filled with the scent of food, and the ambiance of the café is warm and friendly. A number of others are seated throughout, chatting amongst each other, while enjoying their meal. This isn't the true Rakuen, back on Tatsumiya Island, Kazuki's homeland, but Watatsumi Island's version of the café isn't too bad.

A boy, no older than maybe 4, soon approaches the table. In his small hands he carefully holds a tray with a glass of ice water on it. He lifts it up to offer it to the guest before returning to Kazuki, looking quite pleased with himself and expresses as such. Kazuki chuckles and lightly ruffles the boy's sandy blonde hair.]

Good job, Soushi. You're doing very well.

[It isn't too long before Kazuki goes to take the person's order. Curry is by far the most popular, here.]


[ooc: * Going along w that gif, initially connecting can make the nerves feel like they're on fire, basically. Also, BOTH OF THESE ARE LUCID for Kazuki.]

[Bitty dragon]

[Trespassers were forbidden from entering the Village of Hakuryuu. Anyone who got too near and made it past the fog was ordinarily stopped. There were the occasional few who slipped past, but they were normally found and taken care of. That was why just on the outskirts of the village, the young four year old Kija was surprised when he collided head first with someone he didn't recognize.

Falling backwards from the impact, he blinked up in surprise-- before he remembered himself. Rising up to his feet quickly, his white scaled claw lifted at the ready, and he faced off with the stranger.]

Who are you? And what do you want with our village?

(OOC: Responses will come from his child account bittyclaw.)

Dream 1 - The Wedding

Perhaps you're a guest, or maybe you're a member of the wedding party. Either way, you're here enjoying Martha's wedding. Perhaps you get to see her walking down the aisle, or you're busy throwing rose petals at her, or perhaps you've managed to get her onto the dance floor! She loves to dance.

Dream 2- The Wedding Night

Martha's too busy being practical while you're waiting for her. The top of the cake must go in the freezer if it's to last post honeymoon. And of course her teeth need to be brushed, though she smiles at you in the mirror when you start kissing her neck. Please don't rip the dress off, dear.

Dream 3 - Japan

You rush up the gang plank of the boat just in front of Martha. You're impressed you found it considering the fire and the spheres raining down from the sky. You hope the boat makes it out, because otherwise you'll die like everyone else. A moment longer and it starts moving, though you crowd with everyone else to the back to watch in horror as the spheres take out Japan. And you cringe when the airship comes and the Master makes his announcement to Miss Jones. Perhaps you even see someone out of the corner of your eye, wiping tears from her face and looking for cover.