MarinaNova Asylum

[Jack appears on the screen, a glimpse of his living room behind him. He looks pretty calm, and a lot more centred than he has done recently. Finally getting the best of Spike (because even if he died, Spike still has to heal) has done wonders for his confidence regarding getting the situation settled once and for all.]

I figure it's about time for a general update on the Spike situation. I've spoken to quite a few of you about this over the last week or two, but a general pooling of information would seem sensible.

Everyone should by now be aware that five nights ago Spike went on a bit of a spree. I don't know exactly how many people he attacked, but we have reports or punishment notices for Ton Phanan, Piper Halliwell, Nico di Angelo, Martha Jones and Clay Kaczmarek. There may have been considerably more.

I haven't heard of any fatalities so I'm assuming there weren't any, since he's been pretty careful so far not to kill anyone who wouldn't come back. But if you know of anyone who got killed, or anyone else who got hurt, please let us know – and please encourage people to tell the Defence Force if something like this happens. We can't help if we don't know!

Anyway, I think I've managed to put Spike out of action for a while, so hopefully we have time to do what we need to do to make sure he's not a threat to people's safety any longer. Which means putting his soul back into his dead, demon-possessed body to give him back his moral compass.

Ladies with the magical abilities, how are we doing with the spells? Let us know if there's any ingredients or anything you need, and we'll see if we can get them for you. [One of the spells he found mentioned something called an Orb of Thesulah, and he's not at all sure that's something that can be found within the dome. But there were other spells, and he's had the magic users looking them over for him for feasibility.]

The rest of you? We need rehabilitation points to get Spike's soul back. I spoke to the wardens yesterday and they confirmed that we can pool points for it, but it's going to need a lot of them. So anyone who has any spare points, please can you let me know? Conscienti said you'd need to give consent in person, but we can deal with that nearer the time. For now, all I need is a list of people who are willing to donate points, and once I have that I can go back and ask if that's enough points for what we need. So, names, please!

Aside from that: patrol. Spike seems to have slunk off to lick his wounds for the moment, but I don't know where he's holed up and I don't know how long we have. So patrol. Look out for him or any kind of trouble that he might be behind – as well as the normal stuff, of course. Spike's not necessarily the only threat we have here.

[He takes a breath.]

Okay, I think that's all for now. Questions, comments, suggestions?


[Private video to Anya]

Hey, can I talk to you about Spike?


((OOC: Feel free to approach Jack in person rather than over the network if you prefer. He can be found pretty much anywhere in the dome: at HQ, patrolling (Sectors 0-2), in the library, getting coffee, near his apartment (Sector 4), or even going for his daily swim in the sea! :-)

Also, if you want your character to donate rehabilitation points but don't want the hassle of threading it out, feel free to leave an OOC response to that effect here too, to keep everything in one place!))

Welcome to Day 275—a minor anniversary for those you observe quarters. In celebration of this moderate achievement we will be providing sparklers and poppers at stands in sector 0. Please attempt to not burn yourselves or each other.

You might also welcome your new fellow inmates. They will probably be very interested in how they look in orange and other stimulating conversation.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here!)

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 274 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm and humid ].

Inmate [ Michiru Kaiou ] will be hosting a music recital today. We encourage you to expand your [ cultural horizons ].


Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here! )

[Dream 1 : Changing Channels]
[You've just stepped into the Twilight Zone. Or maybe a documentary on wildlife in the serengeti. Or maybe an anime with magic girls or a soap opera or a commercial. The possibilities are as endless as the shows that have been produced. Of course whatever it is acts more like a generic genre than a specific show, but the only way to get from one scene to another and hopefully to the monster at the end of this show is to play along. At least that's what Sam things. He's done this before.

[Dream 2 : Hunting]
[You're in a haunted house which isn't such a big surprise since this is Sam's dream. He's been in more haunted houses than he can count, but this one is special. New treats behind every door—maybe a literal ghost from his past or a metaphoric one. Go ahead, turn a knob.]

[When you open your eyes you are in a great big fancy looking parlor, high ceiling, big intricate looking pillars lining the hall and lots of round white tables all around the big stage where there is a band playing a gentle right after dinner song for the masked men and women that fill the chairs.
There is also a soft wordless murmur from the dolled up people around the dinner hall. If you try to leave by the doors behind you, you will find them locked shut.

The people around you have little red strings that seamlessly goes from the back of their hands and legs up towards the ceiling. Then all of the sudden there is the booming and perhaps familiar voice of Facilier that calls out from nowhere and everywhere.]

A one…A one, two three, four! [The band suddenly jerk alive and starts playing a quick, wild lindy and the masses of masked people all stand like one and start dancing to it.]

Good morning or perhaps adequate morning. Whatever suits you. You'll be getting a new playmate or two today. Do try not to play too rough.

There's a request ready for Dexter Morgan.

There are also punishments ready for Korra and Aidan Reilly for property damage.

If you're looking for something to do I'll just remind you that the arcade is available and hosts a wide-range of games including pinball, ping pong, and pool.

On a final note, my fellow warden is fond of providing you with a musical enclosure. I thought today I would try something more literary. Enjoy a quote.

"Any punishment that does not correct, that can merely rouse rebellion in whoever has to endure it, is a piece of gratuitous infamy which makes those who impose it more guilty in the eyes of humanity, good sense and reason, nay a hundred times more guilty than the victim on whom the punishment is inflicted." Spoken by Marquis De Sade.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here).

[ 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! ))

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 270 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ overcast with occasional drizzle ].

In an effort to explore [ expressions of individualistic personality ] we are proud to announce a new addition to the amenities we are currently offering. Starting today, you can find a [ tattoo parlor ] in sector 4, offering a wide variety of pain-free temporary and permanent tattoos. Your self-expression is very important to us.

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Tattoo event is happening! More information can be found HERE! Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here! )

[ voice ]
[Her voice is querulous, like a child trying to hide fear behind anger. She's been here for over a week now and it's beginning to sink in that she really is trapped here, that Xander isn't coming, and that once again, she's going to have to rebuild her life from scratch. She'll deal with it, but she needs a little time to sulk first.]

I don't like this device. It's bulky and unattractive and strange. It's true, you get what you pay for, and this was free. But how am I supposed to pay for something nicer in a place without money?! Something smaller, with nicer form. Something that doesn't make me feel like I'm in a bad science fiction movie.

And of course, I can't even choose to not wear it because so many people here don't speak English, or even any of the most basic demonic languages. It's stupid. If you're going to abduct people from all different universes, you could at least cast a basic translation spell so that we can understand each other. It's really not that hard. [Harder than she's making it sound, maybe, but hush, she's trying to be helpful!

There's an odd little trilling sound and Anya shrieks.]

AND WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE GET RID OF THESE STUPID RABBIT-WANNABES? ARGH!

[They're soft. They're pleasant. They're...abundant.

As the day goes on the tribbles get more and more plentiful until they are softly, pleasantly everywhere and eating all the food. Feel free to mosey about and interact with them and each other. Maybe you even visit the pet cafe today.]

(OOC: Tribble Info)

[ liz is careful to maintain her composure and choose her words carefully, keeping whatever she might have to say about being pulled into yet another (possibly) alien fiasco to herself. ]

Hi. I'm not— uh, not entirely sure I'm using this thing right. Not that that's the point or anything...

Look, I think there's been some sort of misunderstanding. My name is Liz Parker. I'm an intern for the office of Congresswoman Vanessa Whitaker, the US Representative from New Mexico. If this prank has anything to do with the upcoming election or the Land Exchange Act, I can't help you. You'll need to contact Congresswoman Whitaker's office directly. I'm just an intern. I don't have any pull. Sorry.

So, if you could please could put me in contact with someone in charge here, I would really appreciate it. I'm sure we can sort all this out.

[ she's was on an FBI watch list at one point. for all she knows, this situation isn't alien, but some sort of ploy on their end. something nasedo's yet to put a stop to. ]

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.

[ she's been giving this consideration after certain things have happened and what she's been noticing happening. it seems as though a lot of the people here are having a difficult time, some more open than others, and deanna wants to be able to offer something to help them cope. she doesn't know if any of them will take her up on her offer, especially since she can't just override them by rank given to a counselor like she would on the enterprise, but she figures it can't hurt to offer.

so here she is, turning on the communicators for something she hopes will be simple, but knows likely won't be. ]

My name is Deanna Troi. I know I haven't met many of you yet and I hope that we will be able to talk in the future. That's part of why I'm setting up this communication. I've noticed that a lot of us are having a difficult time, either settling in or dealing with what's happened lately. [ the marinalympics stuff and losing so many people so suddenly... a lot of things, really. ]

I realize that I don't know a lot of you and so this may sound strange [ or upsetting ] to some of you. My job back where I'm from is to help my [ crew ] fellows by talking them through whatever difficulties their lives present. I'm a counselor and I would like to offer the same here. I don't yet have an office, but I think for the remainder of the day, I will be in Två Park in Sector 2 if anyone would like to speak with me. I would be happy to talk with anyone at any time, even if it's just about the weather. Our talks will always be entirely confidential.

[ she offers a gentle smile here. ] And at least the weather today is nice. [ and that's all for the communicators.


as for action, she's going to be at the aforementioned park in sector 2 for the remainder of the day and open for anyone to stumble upon, planned or otherwise. also her permissions post is here! ]

Welcome to Day 261. I do hope you all stretched yesterday. It would be a shame if you're all stiff and sore. After all it's a beautiful day for this and that. Make your own fun.

I do have one punishment to pass out however.
Yuuri Shibuya: Injury
Details for your punishment are forthcoming to your communicator.

Also, the Vampire Blood Shack has reverted to our control with the temporary disappearance of Eric Northman.

I think that's everything which is good since we wouldn't want my metallic panties to get in a twist. [Yes, Veridical was listening, Zatanna.]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here.)

[ It is a gorgeous day down here at the bottom of the sea and what better day to have an Olympics! The obstacle course is set up, the towels are fluffed, the medals have been polished to a high sheen and every orange within sight has been sliced.

Okay. Maybe not every orange. A lot of them. Enough to fuel a whole prison full of athletes, so athlete away! We can't waste all these oranges! ]


((ooc: Event information can be found here! There will be no individual threads for the separate events, but you are encouraged and welcome to detail in your headers or starter tags what your characters are up to! ))

[ helen's day begins early. she couldn't sleep, knowing the day that has been creeping up on her. it isn't december 8th by the prison's standards, but by the calendar she's been keeping based on the day it had been in her world when she arrived, it's now december 8th, her daughter's birthday. she's been dreading this day, dreading the memories and heartache that will surely overwhelm her. she'd been intending to spend this day with jean-luc, but after not seeing him for a few days and being unable to even contact him, she has to face the truth: he's gone. she knows she could ask one of his crew, but she's hardly prepared to face them, not even data or seven. instead, she heads for james' apartment, but there's a nasty surprise waiting for her. normally, this would be the time she would bury herself in her work and she fully intends to do that. but the clinic isn't the place for it; the last thing she wants is for any of them to see how terribly she's taking this.

she does, however, leave a voice message for others, her tone controlled but with an underlying hint of the painful emotion she's experiencing today. ]

For those who knew him, Dr. James Watson has left.

[ at the clinic, she only stays for a few moments, long enough to drop an early-morning note on her desk for martha and her other volunteers saying that she's taken some paperwork with her but she won't be in for the next day or so. it's unusual, she knows, but she can't face anything at the moment. not today and perhaps not tomorrow.

she takes a few moments at the library, mostly to get a few scientific books that'll keep her occupied for a few days, and after both of those errands have been run, she heads back to the apartment she's claimed. she really needs a pet here, one that won't disappear on her.

later in the day, she can be found at the pet cafe and she'll be there for a few hours before she returns to the apartment once again. she's not likely to be social and might even be far more snappy than people are accustomed to from her, but she does actually need the company. for a time, she considers asking rose to keep her company, but thinks better of it. rose is yet another friend she might lose.

she can be found in any of these locations or anywhere in between. ]

Welcome to Day 259. So, no, new arrivals, this was not a dream. Welcome to the rest of your life.

You all might want to start stretching and carb loading and whatever else it is you organics do before a challenge. We have plans for tomorrow to boost morale and sportsmanship. There may even be something in it for you.

As for today, you might want to visit the museum for the doll exhibit. You enjoy having hundreds of hollow eyes staring back at you, right?

(OOC: Any kind of doll goes for the display, ancient, modern, futuristic, non-human, straw, ceramic, porcelain, blow-up, hand-crafted, mass produced etc. There will also be a gift store with some dolls and doll accessories for the taking. Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here.)

[Sam looks over the class. There's someone missing. He knew Reid would be gone from Kitty's announcements earlier, but maybe he was still hoping for something else. He hasn't really allowed himself to get close to people here—not many anyway. Reid was getting in that circle.

But life and class goes on, right? He clears his throat.] Today, we're going to talk about the djinn. Some of you might know them as genies.

( Djinn )

[ action ]

[At least there are free drinks?

No, that's not actually comforting. It doesn't make any sense. How can this place sustain itself if everything is free? She finds herself obsessing over that, turning it over and over in her mind, examining it from every angle, trying to make it make sense because it's just so weird and this entire thing is surreal. It makes 0 sense.]

Maybe it's just a dream.

[That doesn't make much sense either. Her dreams tend to involve more hellfire, brimstone, and bloodthirsty rabbits, not appletinis. Speaking of which, she orders another appletini.

Hey. The system may not make sense, but she'll still use it.]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 258 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm and sunny].


New inmates will be arriving in the facility shortly. Please be aware of this disturbance as you go about your day and help them get started on their [ rehabilitation ]. We value your cooperation.

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here! )