MarinaNova Asylum

[Martha didn't want to make this call. Hell, she didn't want to deal with this at all. Best to ignore what happened and stay locked in her room forever, right? But Jack had forgiven her and forced his company on her yesterday. Regardless of what she wanted, it was beyond time to apologize to the others.]

Gentlemen -

[Her voice cracked as she said it. No, she couldn't start crying now. Martha took a deep, shaky breath, cleared her throat, and tried again.]

Gentlemen. I... I know your first impulse might be to hang up on me. I understand, and I don't blame you if you do. I would too if I were in your shoes. But if you can stay until the very end, I would appreciate it.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for attacking you. I'm sorry for humiliating you. I'm sorry for sending you mind games in the mail. I've been told that the AI was messing with our brains. That what I was three days ago isn't me so I can't be held responsible for what she did. But that doesn't change the fact that I still remember doing it. That I feel the guilt of what I've done. And that it happened to you. Nothing can erase what I did and I am so sorry that it happened at all. Yes, I was a vampire, but plenty of vampires can control their urges, and it was completely out of line to take those pictures and send them to you.

...

I want to promise that it will never happen again. With all my heart I want to promise that, but I don't know what the AIs will do next time they feel like experimenting. I can promise that as a human, I wouldn't hurt you. Any of you.

I can understand too if you would prefer to never see me again. While I have come to consider you important in my life, I understand that I fucked that up. I understand that you might not be able to forgive me. But please know that I regret every single thing I did that day. And if I had access to a Time Machine, I would break the cardinal rule and cross my timeline to make sure it didn't happen.

[She takes another deep breath. Wonders if any of them will take the time to listen to it.]

Thank you for your time.

[ The video feed opens to a very confused young man, still not sure if he's handling this device properly. His eyes are wandering; he's clearly trying to see if there's some way to tell if this is on, and realizing that if what he's been told is true, he is now being watched by an unknown amount of people. The thought makes him shudder and grimace momentarily before he makes a shoddy attempt at a smile. ]

Right. Hello. My name's Alistair and I'm apparently one of your new fellow inmates. Funny thing being told you're under the care of wardens when you're called one back home.

[ Alistair hesitates for a moment, thinking back to Ferelden and Denerim. The last thing he remembers is preparing to go into the Landsmeet, the fate of the country and the rest of his life at stake. ]

I- uh, seem to have found myself at your shooting range. The bows are familiar but these things- [ Alistair holds up a toy gun that looks more like a gun out of a 20th Century pulp sci-fi novel cover, made out of shining gold plastic. ] If we had things like these back home, fighting off a Blight might just be a bit easier, though I still haven't figured out how to fire it ye-

[ Of course, at that moment his finger lands on the trigger and he ends up firing a marshmallow right into his mouth. A little coughing fit ensues; he drops the gun and brings a fist up to his mouth to try and stifle his coughs. At the same time, he ends up chewing on the marshmallow and getting another first-time experience. ]

E-Edible projectiles? Sweet ones? [ He's a little teary-eyed from the coughing fit as he stares into the screen. ] I don't know what'd be worse, if this were the Fade or not...

[ VIdeo ]

So, this is bullshit, right? We can all agree that this is bullshit? Did someone slip me something in my drink because I swear to God-

[ Deep breaths. ]

Okay, okay... so. What is there to do around here while I wait for this bad trip to wear off?

[ Action ]

[ At some point, Suzie will find her way to the barbecue party at the beach. Not a terrible place to waste some time, especially if there's beer around — it's been awhile since she had some time to just chillax and wait for psychotropic drugs to wear off. Come join her? ]

I'm usually not a fan of bottle episodes but I guess I can make an exception just this one time. You got the scenery right at least, so much better than, say, a basement. You got a Gilligan's Island thing going on here, except I don't have to choose if I want to jerk off to Ginger or the Professor. Lots of extras out there, I've noticed. Guess someone did the work for a big budget, huh? If you catch my drift.

So. I only have one question. Where do you keep the really big guns? I have an itch that only a semi-automatic can scratch.

Oh, and while I'm at it – any X-men out there or is this another instance of you not making the cut?

((ooc: as some of you may know, Deadpool has the superpower of the 4th wall break. If you don't want me to 4th wall your character (i.e. treat them as fictional) tell me in the comment and I'll lay off it! ))

Video
[The video opens facing a seemingly random direction before turning back to a blond teenager, turning the communicator like he's not sure what to do with it. To the untrained observer, they might think that this kid needs to be in the medical wing: pale to the point of being nearly white, sunken cheeks, and dark shading around the eyes.

However, he didn't seem to have the problem of the orange jumpsuits, currently wearing a white long sleeve shirt with a patch of dark brown fabric at the shoulder.

After a few minutes of examining the device he grumbles to himself, frowning]

I don't have time for this. I have to get back to Paedar. You open one stupid door in an abandoned city and this is what you get.

[He looked around nervously]

I'm sure Qin would know what happened... Of course he's not here when I need him to be.


Action
[Erebos has found himself in front of the eating establishments in Sector 2, moving to stand in front of different ones as he surveyed them. Was he hungry? Not particularly, but as he yet to find a way out of the place he had found himself in. He might as well get a lay of the land and some of the other places seemed... too bright for his taste.

Besides Paedar would want him to eat....

In theory, he might attract less attention in a restaurant.

In practice, he hadn't actually gone inside any of them. He was just staring at them]

1. Arrival (action)

There's a bewildered but holding-it-together-pretty-well eighteenth century French aristocrat wandering about the arcade, the media store, the supermarket and all sorts of other places that feel incredibly foreign to her. In fact, just about anywhere feels incredibly foreign to her!

"Excuse me – could you tell me how I come to find myself here? And what I should do with myself now I am here."

2. Video

Good afternoon. [For it is afternoon by the time she's figured out the strange headset enough to brave making a broadcast.] I understand it is customary to announce my presence here, as I have seen others have done today. I am Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson, Madame d'Etoiles, also known as Reinette. I would be honoured to make the acquaintence of any who wish to introduce themselves through this strange and yet useful device.

3. Action (beach party – afternoon/evening)

Find Reinette wandering amongst the food, enjoying both familiar and new delicacies alike, or boggling at the volleyball, or gazing contemplatively out at the sea.