MarinaNova Asylum

So like, I looked around. Lotta food stands, really tall horses. Shooting range looks neat and kinda lethal except for the whole foam darts deal. Really nice headphones though-- if a pair goes missing I really don't know what happened. Same deal goes for the convenience store, you're really going to have to stock those shelves better. A few of them are empty. [That's because it's all now stored away in his temporary apartment, along with the various other things he's probably stolen, planning to steal and or displace in the near future to remake his basement paradise. If he can only find the arcade... today may be bearable. It's going so slow already.]

Saw everything else too. Even the wicked looking sector with all the creepy dinosaur business going on. Needs to be more flashing lights saying 'don't go in here' so people don't just you know, wind up in there getting eaten or anything. But what do I know. [Besides the fact he didn't stop to look and see if there were any before oops, he was in the middle of a funky jungle sweating in his faux leather jacket. He got out of there just as fast but maybe not before carving his name into a few of the trees. And patting a raptor on the head. Yeah, that part was cool.]

Not bad for a prison. The Pentagon's got nothing on this place.

[Welcome newbies and today-only newbies alike, while you're getting accustomed to the sights and sounds here's a few more. Rebecca opens a channel on the communicator with a bright sunny view of herself on the beach, water in the background and bright blue eyes focused on the lens. While she talks she'll swing the view around, letting snippets of the set up of a volleyball net be seen as well as a few tables worth of baked goods (thank you Chuck) and a sexy redhead boyfriend working grill.]

Hey guys. If you're looking for something to do or want some free food, come by the beach in sector one. My name's Rebecca to make introductions short and we're having a fun get together that's open ended, mostly so I can work on my tan. [She winks. There's more to it than that but she can elaborate later to the people honestly interested. And with a hopeful bite of her lip:] If you remember me from any time before, let's catch up too? We've got some drinks and when it starts to get dark I'm going to try and dig a fire pit. No wardens are around to tell me not to light things on fire so that's exactly what I'm going to do.

[OOC: Rebecca's network replies will have their own thread down below, and you're totally invited to make whatever you'd like of the post in your own comments as well. It's something of a beach party/ mingle with food (pies and the like, courtesy of Chuck), drinks, beach sports and tanning and Becca digging a fire pit later on for people interested. The beach has barbeques (also one manned by Aidan), huts and cabanas and a few harmless fish in the water as well.]

[ The video activates without issue, the faintly shimmering visage of the individual who appears on screen seemingly unfazed by the fact that he has found himself imprisoned here. He speaks in a direct, assured tone. ]

Greetings. For those of you I do not know, I am Lieutenant Commander Data.

I am not, in precise terms, "new" to MarinaNova Asylum, though my preliminary observations would seem to indicate that some time has passed since I was last present in this facility. My most recent memories correspond to what the wardens identify as Day 296. I possess no memories that would account for any passage of time thereafter, nor do my self-diagnostics indicate that my files have been altered. It is therefore possible, and the most likely conclusion, that I had been deactivated since that chronological point.

[ And then, with a tilt of his head and arched brows, he shifts into a subtly more congenial tone. ]

If there are any individuals present with whom I was previously familiar, or any Starfleet personnel, I would certainly welcome the opportunity to see a - [ There is a momentary pause, and then he enunciates the next word delicately and deliberately, a quirk at the corner of his mouth accompanying a casual shift in tone. ] - "friendly" face.

[The video feed turns on to reveal Wally sitting in a booth at what appears to be a restaurant. It probably looks like that since The Rusty Spoon happens to be just that. On the table in front of him, there's an assortment of food laid out that one usually associates with breakfast: pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausage, french toast, and eggs among them. People might think it would be impossible for a single person to eat all of it, but not everyone has been blessed or cursed— depending on how someone wanted to look at it—with the super-fast metabolism that he has.]

Okay, maybe it's just me, but there seems to be a lot more people here today than there was yesterday. [Which is strange since today isn't a newbie day.] And I'm guessin' the wardens going all quiet on us too isn't just a big coincidence.

[He jabs a pancake with his fork and stuffs it into his mouth. Watching him devour an entire pancake probably isn't a pretty sight, but on the bright side, at least he waits until he swallows before he speaks again.]

So has something like this happened before? Because if it has, I would really like to know what I'm dealing with here. [Is it temporary? Are the people staying? Should he be preparing for the end of the dome as they know it?]

((ooc: If anyone prefers action, feel free to encounter him at the restaurant while he eats.))

[Open Video]

[There's something off about the woman on the screen. Maybe it's how pale she is, how white her hair is, how much that stands out against her blue dress. Or perhaps it's the way she speaks, giddy and excited and also oddly formal and precise, like she enjoys speaking every word she says. Maybe it's her yellow eyes or the thick, ancient book of tarot cards she's holding in her lap. Or maybe it's the way she found the perfect spot to stand against he glass of the dome, someplace where the water swirls dark and mysterious behind her almost the same color as her uniform.

Or it could be the fact that she's giving out side quests for bonuses and exp here.]

Ah yes! A glass done with watery inhabitants. I know what this is. An aquarium! How thrilling. My name is Elizabeth and I have several requests I hope some of you may be able to help me fulfil while I am here. Should you complete one of my requests I will reward you handsomely, both with tokens of my appreciation as well as the experience such an undertaking will obviously bring.

I would like to receive a tour of this aquarium. Should anyone wish to accompany me to provide me with historical information and local trivia during my stroll I will reward you handsomely with this Jack Frost doll. You will observe this item is irresistibly soft and cuddly. It is therefore very dangerous.

For my second request I have heard that there is a particularly dangerous area of this aquarium known as Sector Six. I would like to visit it and retrieve any artifacts I find useful or interesting. Your reward for completing this request will be medical powder (x3), an item you may find useful in recovering from any injuries you may have sustained during our undoubtedly thrilling adventure or in your future endeavors.

Finally, I am always interested in a test of my own strength. I would like anyone interested to fight me in a battle I am sure will be one for the ages! I will of course tailor my strength and efforts to match yours. Should you wish to test yourself against me you will undoubtedly gain a great deal of experience, win or lose. And if you should win [A silvery blue tarot card appears from somewhere to flash in her glove hand before she slips it away again.] perhaps you will be able to learn something you dearly wish to know.

I eagerly await your responses to my requests.

[ The kiosk is silent and full of static today. We may be experiencing some technical difficulties. Stay tuned. ]


(( OOC: 4TH WALL INFO))

[Video]

[He doesn't have a Starfleet uniform (turns out that those aren't prison issue), but Chekov is doing his best to look like a competent and confident officer in his civvies. The effect may or may not be ruined by his shirt selection.]

Hello. This is Lieutenant Pavel Andreievich Chekov of the USS Enterprise. If you are affiliated with Starfleet or the Federation of Planets, please respond to this message. Thank you for your time.

[Hopefully, that was less awkward than it felt. He relaxes and, as an afterthought, adds:]

You can reply if you are not affiliated with either of these, also.


[Private to (Older) Kitty]

Regarding the replicator that we discussed, I have good news and I have not so good news.

[Getting everything ready alone is hard when one is used to having the assistance of a butler. At least tea and small snacks are simple enough, right? Anne has the whole apartment set up for guests, with a tea service set up in the kitchen and ample sitting room for everyone who may stop by.

And for those who don't drink tea, there are fruit juices and coffee as well. A wonderful hostess is ready for anything her guests may need!]

[After she sees a certain someone else in red and yellow is here, Danica completely switches tactics from running around looking everywhere she can in the prison. She hits the closest clothing store and gets something--she can't help picking out a red hoodie, it's a comfort thing--and starts walking at a much slower pace. She wishes the rest of the League was here. But she finally decides to address the network because she still hasn't found anyone and maybe they'll answer if they see her.]

[Video]
So I know some of us aren't going to be sticking around, and I'm hoping that I'll be one of them because prison colors just aren't for me and I can only imagine how mad my parents are going to be with me for missing curfew. Which is illegal and another crime to add to the list. Prison is making me commit a crime as we speak, who knew? [Rambling, maybe she should stop.]

So right, to help pass a few hours and maybe speed up the hours, I plan to hang out at the arcade and beat as many games as I can. Anyone who wants to join me, come on. If not, I know I saw an ice cream shop. I will never turn down free ice cream, even in a prison, so join me if you want to see how fast I can get brain freeze.

[So someone may notice the girl with the wild hair slipping into the arcade for some fun. Anyone else in the building may get challenged to a game or two while she waits, but then it's off to The Chill for all the ice cream she can eat.]

[Hak isn't exactly from a world with much technology. As such, he has no idea how to turn on or off the video function. He has no way to even know that it's recording him. As such, it triggers as he tries touch the words flashing in front of his face. He's grinning and exceedingly proud of his crimes.]

Wait. Wait. How do I make it go back? I want to see that list again. Murder. Disorderly conduct. Treason. Destruction of property. Excessive pride? Sexual harassment? ...frequenting a brothel?

[His mouth curls into a look of annoyance before muttering to himself.]

That wasn't my fault.

[But now he's sort of distracted with the flashing blue light on the metal cuff on his leg. He puts a hand over it. Then removes it. He puts his hand back over it again. He's never seen anything like it before.]

What is this thing?

[The video feed is very, very dark; the room is dimly lit by candles so old that trails of wax have encrusted them to their holders. But it reminds him of home. It's quiet and lonesome, the sound of tin and glass clinking before Tyki lowers himself into a seat at one end of a dark lacquered table. More like falls into it, with a bruise forming on his jaw and a sallow, nearly waxy complexion hidden behind grown stubble and thick rimmed glasses. Waking up with an integral part of your being forcibly removed and dealing with that sudden loss takes a lot out of a man; especially one who heavily relied on the balance to keep him... sane. The pleasure checkmated the guilt into submission time and time again and now it's just an aggravating mess and a sour taste left in his mouth.

His bar was just a slathering of salt into an open wound, though oddly deserved. He would've admitted that before, perhaps, but it still irks him to see his place taken over. No, no it was Greed's bar. Perhaps that's why it bothers him so much now-- because it was born on a human connection and that's all he has now. A pitiful human existence. He draws a tall bottle of wine close and fills a dented tin cup with it. No glitz, no glamor here. Just aches and pains, a miserable existence and a strangely human presence behind his dark eyes.]

You know who you are and what you did. [He drinks, tipping back his cup.

His voice is raspy and he drops the empty cup onto the table, slouching backward against the wall.] Congrats. You won.

[And then he reaches forward to shut off the broadcasting feed.]

Mi-do Yoon, this had better not be some kind of joke. First you rope me into your ridiculous detective club, and now you stick me in some fake prison for helping you guys out? Trespassing? Sheesh! This is stupid!

[A pink vampire has a cup of tomato juice (yes, really tomato juice) in one hand, and her communicator in the other, tapping away. In the crook of her elbow is a closed parasol. She's got pink streaks in her black hair, and she is excitedly taking in all the sights of Sector 0.]

Eh?! Jail?! [She's been reading her welcome message.] ... What? But we had to do that, or Spectra and all the other ghost kids were going to be trapped there forever! [She suddenly looks around herself. No chains. Good.] And Valentine had that coming!

[Sigh, and pouting while she sucks on the straw to her tomato juice.] Clawd, I miss you... [sniff sniff like she's about to start crying]

[the video flashes on, revealing surf and sand and... one adolescent boy staring out into the sea looking a mix between utterly confounded and frustrated]

Why does a prison have a beach? [this is so confusing to young teenagers who have never been to jail before okay] I can buy the rest, like the fact that we're under water, which is fine -- since the government likes keeping secrets and wasting money -- so whatever, they built a secret jail dome under the sea.

[damien comes to a stop, visibly working to keep calm.]

But don't expect me to believe that this is it. Coddling so-called criminals with this? [his voice drops, he might have been calm before, but now he's just angry and serious] I want to know what's going to happen to me.

[is he going to be experimented on? was this really the government? was it another rival rebel group?? why is this day going so badly]

[or, find damien at trois park who is currently dipping a hand into the koi pond and bothering fish... what else can he do yo]

Looks like I got lost for a couple months. So this is what one of those visitor days looks like from the other side. Dunno if I'll be sticking around, but hey. How's everyone doing? What'd I miss?

[The video is extremely unsteady, like the person in control of it is shaking for some reason. The person in control of it, one Allen Walker, is a strange-looking white-haired teenager with a very unusual facial scar and a very, very aggravated expression.]

Someone either needs to get this damn cuff off me, or Johnny Gill had better get here right bloody now.

[He gets awfully rude when he's annoyed, doesn't he? Don't worry -- you might find an explanation in the next instant when the cuff suddenly zaps him with visible sparks of electricity and he yelps, the video twitchily swinging away from him. He can just be heard grumbling, "Ughh when I get my hands on him" before it turns off.]

Scenario One

Looking murderous, the small, filthy boy keeps climbing on top of things and leaping off them - as though he's trying to fly. Only when he hits the ground, he growls. Or maybe he'll eventually curl up into a ball and cry.

Scenario Two

Peter found paste. Ooey, gooey, sticky paste. And he's walking around sticking things to... things. Leaves to windows. Paper to trees. Sticks to EVERYTHING. He even tried to stick himself to a wall! And when he got tired of that, well, the paste was rather tasty, so he sits down in the middle of the road to eat.

Scenario Three

If he can't have a real sword, Peter will make do with a fake one. A stick. OK, it's not perfect, but he's doing the best he can, sneaking around one of the parks and jumping out at unsuspecting people, challenging them to a fight. Or fighting trees.

Video
[Mary Poppins looks quite displeased when she pops up. She primps her hair once before speaking.]

I see the wardens have felt the need to pull be back here, though I'm sure I don't know why. I woke up in my charges' nursery the next morning and no one was the wiser. However, it seems I must play their silly game. If anyone would care to join me, I'm going to have tea in the butterfly garden in the center of the smallish labyrinth.

Action

Mary Poppins indeed sat at the center of the butterfly pavilion with a neat little table set perfectly for tea. A small tray of sandwiches and another of biscuits sat in the middle of the table, along with the cream and sugar. All that waited was some company. But Mary herself looked quite at home, sipping the tea and conversing with the butterflies flitting about her.

[Video]

[He wasn't going to do this. Really, he wasn't. But it's been two hours, and he hasn't heard any explosions, which can only mean one thing. His friends are not here. So hi, MarinaNova, have a pretty human-looking alien staring at you. The expression on his face is nil.]

I'm not going to contest any of the charges against me. I just want to know why the rest of my crew aren't here. They committed the same crimes and were with me at the time of apprehension.

I may have overlooked something. If you think you've run into one of these people, please let me know.

( Description of Joe's buddies under the cut! )

Thanks.

[...That's the most Joe's ever spoken in one sitting, so he's just. Awkwardly going to turn off the video feed now.]

[Action]

[If you're in Sector 1, there's a young man standing right outside the pet café, staring avidly at the entrance. Oh, how he wants to go in. But what if the animals don't like him? Animals not liking him is Joe Gibken's biggest nightmare.]

{Maedhros is hardly surprised to find himself imprisoned. But this is far more pleasant than the Void described of Morgoth's prison that the red-haired elf has some trouble figuring out what to do with himself. He takes to wandering, exploring with a mix of curiosity, pain, misery, and guilt above all.

It's not hard for an elf, even one-handed, to find water, and the beach is one of the places he comes across and stays the longest. The park in Sector Four also draws him, and he spends some time searching- motions a little frantic as if he's looking for something {or someones} very small. He's one of the few not wearing the headset he'd been given, the technology being something rather beyond his interests.}


(OOC: Feel free to poke at Maedhros' journal for character information. IC, go ahead and run into him anywhere between Sections One and Four, along with the Hub.)