MarinaNova Asylum

[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.))

[DAYTIME: Walking in a floral wonderland. Not to be confused with an actual wonderland. Completely different event. You could be anywhere and everywhere today and not escape the petals.

DANCE: The sector 2 garden is a little extra pleasant and inviting this evening. Gentle breeze, beautiful flowers, delicious hor d'oeuvres, sparkling punch, and music. And dry. Did we mention it's dry? Not a single flood as far as the eye can see. So, find someone and get out there and dance.]

(OOC: Event INFO. Feel free to have your mingle set up cover both aspects of the day.)

[Turning on an unfamiliar device and speaking to an audience of unknowns was not number one on Liv's new arrival to do list. It did, however, manage to make the top ten, because even after having her crimes played for her and her situation explained, she needed to talk to someone—anyone—about what she heard. And maybe she's not alone here? Ravi? Major? Peyton? It's probably too much to hope this is where they disappeared to, right? Not that she wants them to be in prison, but as long as she's having some kind of psychotic break or wild dream she might as well see some familiar faces?]

Hi. [Good lead in, but now what?] I'm Liv. Olivia. Well, Liv. It doesn't matter. The point is that I'm here wherever here is.

I'm just a harmless [Trying too hard?] assistant medical examiner, so I don't really know why I'm here. [She was extremely not amused to see cannibalism and necrophilia on her list of crimes. He was a zombie, not a corpse. There are some pretty big differences. Zombies can lie about being dead. And that's what she's going to be doing for as long as she can. Which might not be very long at all if she doesn't find a way to get brains.]

So, is there a morgue? [Of course she just want to know for work-related reasons. Sure...] Just asking. I don't really know anything but what they said in that welcome message, so fill a girl in?

[She'll just be exploring for now.]

[ It's been awhile since he addressed the network, but long time watchers may notice that there's a quiet kind of determination seeping into the young doctors shoulders. It's not the ideal day to do this on, but if he doesn't do this now he'll chicken out. ]

It's been a long time coming, but... consider this my official resignation from the Defence Force. Effective immediately. That's all.

[ Locked to Rebecca ]

Rebecca? A word?

[ Locked to Nathan. ]

I'm picking out an apartment today. There'll be a room for you, should you want it.

Yo, clinic staff and anyone else who's got a little experience with CPR or lifeguarding, is a particularly strong swimmer or whose got skills that might be useful for us if the water rises much higher - put your hand up. The Force here's looking for volunteers but I'm going to be the one poking you all with a stick to get organized.

[Karev's wet to the bone, still packing waterproofed supplies - the last of it from the clinic. Anything for small abrasions from floating garbage to CPR mouth guards. Not that they'll likely see much use, hopefully. He looks a little tired but it's not the first time he's worked through a hangover and frankly, it's forgotten pretty quick. As terrible as it sounds, he thrives on a good disaster. The ability to do something in a good disaster.]

Keep tabs on your friends and neighbors, not everyone knows how to swim or how to admit that they never learned. Once someone goes under there's only a short period of time to do something in. After about seven minutes, they're gone. And don't go trying to be a savior if you're not trained to, either, because a drowning person can drag you down too if you're not prepared.

[Private to Gwen Cooper]

[This comes a little later after his first broadcast, and this is only voice. He - debated doing this, honestly. But here he is because ignoring it didn't help, it only made him pack three of the same thing into one pack.] Yo.

You getting along okay in this crap?

It doesn't look like things are slowing down, so I think we should take precautions and start moving people and supplies up to the floating island. It might be overkill, but I'd rather be safe than soaked. We'll get you back down or into the upper levels of the apartments if it stops.

But for now everyone get to the Defense Force headquarters. We'll gather on the roof there to head up to the island. Bring food, ponchos, whatever you might need.

I need everyone who can get to the island with flight, phasing, leaps of strength, teleporting, whatever to start ferrying people and supplies up there. I'm not just talking to the force either. [That's right, you've been enlisted.]

There's also no shelter up there and since it's obviously raining I want someone putting together a list of what we need to make a water-proof shelter up there fast. Speaking of fast, Wally consider yourself on assembly duty. While we're at it, let's make some rafts just in case. Gather up what you can find in the stores. I've never wanted to go kayaking, but that doesn't mean it's not available.

Volunteers need to respond or I'll start volunteering you.

We aren't keeping anyone at a dispatch station during this, but if anyone needs help, don't forget you have a communicator attached to your face. We'll get to you. Now, move.

[As one of the people who can get up to the island she'll be moving between the rooftop and there at least until the rooftop floods over and then she'll still be trying to do what she can.]

[Private | Nathan]
I'm taking you up personally. [Because she doesn't want to chance that he won't go and it will get worse.]

(OOC: This post takes place at the point where water would be more than ankle deep even in the first floor of buildings. You are very welcome to respond to it later when things have gotten more severe too! Maybe your character didn't believe things were bad enough to worry initially. Just know she didn't start by saying this when it was already over rooftops.)

["Secret secrets are no fun, secret secrets hurt someone."

Today, secrets will be a little less secretive than usual.]

[He's a surgeon. He's seen the insides of hundreds of people, taken out masses and sewn together tiny chest cavities. He's seen people die, children die. Hell, he's even seen severed body parts and handled them. But that was always with the intention of reattaching them. They weren't sprinkled around like freakin' pixie dust across the landscape of this place and while he hasn't see much more than a bloody message scrawled across a wall or two, to know some psycho locked up in here with him has been tossing them around like a flower girl's petals is... not pleasant. It's a little sickening, frankly.

He stayed at the clinic most of the day but he clocked out when it started getting hard to concentrate. No steady stream of emergency patients to distract him he was more or less rearranging syringes for three hours in an attempt to keep his hands busy. So he headed to the winery instead to sit down for a few drinks and peace out for the night.]

Hello, inmates. Remember me? I visited a couple of weeks back, asked y'all some friendly questions? Hi.

I don't know if anyone caught on, but I'm not exactly like you. For starters, I'm not a filthy criminal. I work for the boys upstairs and they thought it'd be a good idea if me and Francisco took a closer look at you, seeing as you couldn't keep your noses out of places where they didn't belong. Maybe not go through surprise doors, hm? Save me a return trip?

Anyway... I'm here to tell you that you're damn lucky. We were just about ready to shut y'all down, you know. Pull the plug. Can't have a breach like that. I'm sure you understand. But then we got thinking... what if we didn't? Not like you seemed to hurt from it. I mean, you must've known by now... no one can be that stupid!

So... congratulations. We're not shutting you down. We're not even going to pretend that this isn't all in your itty bitty heads. Call it a... a show of faith in your ability to continue as if nothing at all has ever happened. You can do that much, right?

[ He makes a start to end the feed, but stops himself. ]

Oh, oh right... good morning and all that shit. Here's Uptown Funk.

[ The feed ends with a jaunty tune blasting over the speakers ]


((ooc: this morning brought to you by one of the auditor. Confused? Check out this info post! Liam is available for chatting, but if you have requests that can't wait until next dayweek the warden request post is your best bet. This isn't his job. ))

[Karev's reclining on his sofa shirtless and in a pair of sweats with a box of cereal in his lap. He's eating it dry with one hand, and he's getting around to commentary on the morning announcements. When he speaks it is with his mouth slightly full, as suave as that is.] Just saying, ladies...

If you wanna get up on those poles and show me a few moves? That I'd be inclined to watch. And it'd be good for your health. Trust me, I'm a doctor.

[...] And I might have a friend who could use a little cheering up too.

[Action \ Open]
[Kitty is standing in a clothing store in Sector 4, trying not to freak out. She doesn't understand how it's possible, but she woke up decidedly pregnant or at least her reflection did. Not so much that it looks like she's giving birth any second, but more than enough to know it's not just that burrito from last night.

Shockingly, the prison clothing store does not carry maternity wear, but she needs something to...hide it. Until she can figure this out.

And eventually she'll have to leave the store, so there might be some attempts at stealth mode getting back to the apartment. Is it safe to airwalk through tree limbs while pregnant? Watch out for occasional falling leaves when she solidifies for a break.]

[Voice \ Closed to Reid]
Reid, I... Um, sorry, wrong number. [Such a good cover when you say his name.]

[Video \ Closed to Ton and Alex]
[Keeping it nice and steady on just her face. No full body shots for you yet!] I think I might need a doctor.

(OOC: Afflicted with the Reflections Event)

[If he hadn't shown up in the orange garb he might've taken a little while to realize he had been 'misplaced', but he caught on quick today. Which didn't make his mood all that better as he tried to calculate the days (roughly a month) he'd been AWOL while rapidly trying to take back the sliver of a life he set up here. His apartment was gone as well as his junk, clothes and - to make matters worse? His scrubs weren't in the clinic. He wasn't sure who was responsible for that but it was the scalpel to break the surgeon's back.

So after a disgruntled period of searching around, he clicks on the video feed to scowl straight into the camera.]

I don't care who you are or why you did it but if you took my scrubs? You suck.

[And click!]

[ It’s been 20 days since the last Criminology class. Almost three weeks since he returned to Marina again. He wasn’t sure about starting up the classes — still isn’t — but routines are good and so here they are. Maybe he should’ve picked a milder subject, but… hey. Why not kick it off with something properly gory and horrifying? ]

First of all… I apologise for the delay in starting the classes up again. They should resume according to schedule from now on. As always, there are copies of the topics covered in previous classes available for those of you that weren’t here at the time.

In today’s class, we’re going to talk about anthropophagy, more commonly known as cannibalism. This would be the time to leave if you’re easily disturbed.

( In today's lecture... cannibalism. cw for rape and gore )

(( The Criminology Class is held in an open lecture format, meaning that there's no ic signup process involved! Feel free to mingle at your leisure — email notifs are off but Reid has a thread HERE if you wish to hit him up. For more information about the setup and purpose of the class, go HERE. The attached links are a full account of the entire lecture so feel free to use them as topics of discussion! ))

( Step one, you say: We need to talk. )

[001. Operating Room]

[The operating room is brightly lit and the scent of antiseptic thick in the air. A barrage of lights are maneuvered over a body on the table, and a gathering of doctors stand surrounding it on both sides. Karev is the only one in scrubs with a defined face, the others have features that swap and slide, faces that seem indescribable. But he has no reason to scrutinize them, for nothing seems wrong to him right now. He is in his element. He hears that familiar snap of gloves, just scrubbed his hands clean and slid the mask up his nose to begin his incision.

He works on a middle aged woman, a young man, the bodies turn younger the more relaxed Karev feels in his own skin. Because he works in Pediatrics, he's more in tune with tiny newborn hearts, tiny lungs and sutures so small it's nearly impossible to see them. This is where he belongs, everything he longs for.]

Scalpel. [He holds his hand to the side for the instrument. Is almost cheerful.]

[002. The Ward]

[The lights are dim because it's late at night, the hospital is everything he remembers it and he feels at peace there. The squeak of his sneakers on the floor, the swish of his lab coat as he checks on his patients. They're all sleeping rather sound, laying in little cradle like beds and for the smaller ones, plastic incubators to keep them warm.

Karev lingers, because somebody ought to keep these ones company tonight. There's nobody else around. So he slips his hand in to one, nudging a preemie's hand with his finger and letting his lip quirk when she curls her fingers around it in turn.]

[ Sooner or later, you run out of patience. You grow bored, antsy, you find yourself pacing like a wild animal in a cage, yearning desperately for something to happen just to break the monotony and sure, spending a day with lungs full of air and a heart full of beating was fun but not enough to even begin to ease that itch. The demon in your chest is clawing against ribs, screaming for blood, for fire and death and chaos. For the good old days. For something — anything — that makes you feel alive despite being a walking corpse.

He's got his body back. The chip has been out for ages and he finally retrieved his signature coat, Nikki Wood's coat, the very thing that reminds him of past glory, of the road taken to get this far. William the Bloody, Spike, the Slayer of Slayers. One step away from becoming a living (well) legend and now he's stuck here, chained like a dog in the backyard with the threat of a besoulment hanging over him like a guillotine. He's not going to take that lying down. He's not just going to wait, not when there's blood to spill.

It's late when he hits the streets of MarinaNova Asylum, dark shadows lending a perfect cover as he stalks through the sectors. Hunting. He will not go through this quietly. ]


((ooc: open to actions of many varieties, tho I'm definitely looking for victims. Successful and unsuccessful attacks all welcome. Hit me up on plurk or email (baratiesbest@gmail.com) if you want to plot or have questions! Please remember any hospitalization comes with an injury punishment AND an assault charge for Spike, so let me know if your character ends up in the hospital! ))

[The video feed is short, doesn't show Karev's face above the chin because of the angle he's got it set at but it's clear it's not his normal look same as almost all the rest of the dome's inhabitants today. He's still got the wife-beater on though, and his scrubs are draped over a chair in the background. He shakes his head.]

You've got to be freakin' kidding me. The hell's going on?


[Action | Sector 3: Clinic]

[Weird body or not, Karev's still keeping up his usual routine. Just because these aren't his normal freakin' hands doesn't mean he's forgotten how to use them. Granted the way he's stitching up a banana in the clinic could use a lot of work -- it's unbelievable how much muscle memory made everything so much easier. He's just going to grumpily sit in his blue scrubs practicing stitches for most of the morning, fumbling more often than he'd ever like to admit.]


[Action | Anywhere]

[If it wasn't bad enough that his new found body was a terrible stitch, it was also out of shape at running Alex's usual workout routine. He'd almost say screw it but the morning and eve runs always cleared his head, the rest just an excess to keep him in shape. So he'll be all over the dome for his late night run if not in the athletic complex throwing a few shoddy punches at a bag.

For his good efforts, he's hitting the bar after all that. Screw it, he wants a drink.]

H-hello? I-Is this recording? Wh-where's the r-run time... I... My name is Cla... Clay... Sixteen. S-someone's taken me. Again-- [ Clay breaks off here, laughing and it's broken, jagged like a sore wound. ]

Always again. Always repeating. History is a constant loop! Nothing is new, everything is always recycled! And everyone would be able to see that if they just opened their eyes! But no. Th-they can't. Can't see. Don't want to.

[ Pause. ]

I ne-need help. I don't know where I am.

( Introspective )

[Audio; locked to Karev ]

...Alex... please answer. Please.

Greetings, fellow prisoners. I would like to participate in activities. Please inform me of any events, gatherings, groups, social circles, clubs, or classes that I can take part in so I can become part of the community.

[Her smile is Trident-bright and equally fake, although not insincere.]

Thank you very much.