MarinaNova Asylum

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[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.]

[Korra doesn't often visit the hot springs, but after everything she's put her body through these past few days -- the raptor attack and the I-need-to-vent-my-feelings-through-bending training sessions -- her muscles could definitely use a good long soak, and her mind could definitely use some peace & quiet. So she takes off the stupid headset thing along with the rest of her clothes and sets them aside. The world can live without her for two hours, right? Of course it can.

Unfortunately, while she's busy soaking away her cares, some overly-industrious bots decide that her clothes need to be washed and take them away, along with her communicator. And of course they don't bother leaving a note. When Korra comes into the changing room, overheated and in a towel that isn't really big enough, she stares at the empty bench where her clothes used to be.]

No.



[ooc: Open for mistletoe bot shenanigans! Please note that since her communicator is gone too, Korra won't be able to understand you unless you're Asami!]

[You won't hear them coming. You won't see their snare. The mistletoe bots are out and they're hunting you, two by two. You can run and you can hide, but eventually you will be caught, and then there's nothing left to do but kiss your way out!]

(OOC: Mingle until your lips are chapped! Information on mistletoe bots event.)

[Asami's kind of settling into her new position at the Plush Rump now that the immediate danger of impending death is gone. She spends a lot of her time when she's not with customers working on the one improvised weapon she actually got to work during yesterday's catastrophe. But part of her day is still going through and taking inventory. She's more comfortable looking at and thinking about the products she's peddling than she was a few days ago. So that's progress. Now she just has to get more comfortable talking about it. Which she has a plan for.

Whatever she's working with, she makes sure to keep one eye on the door in case of customers. She is a shopkeeper, after all.]

Private Video to Korra

Hey, I need a favor. A kinda weird one.

[ Today is a day where most would be at risk of oversleeping.The dome lies dark like in the dead of night. The sun hasn’t risen today, streetlights casting a dull yellow glow and occasionally flickering out into nothing, only to spark back to life a moment later. There is no electric flicker from the kiosk. The Wardens are still. The wardens are silent.

The dome isn’t silent. There is a rustling of leaves, a snapping of twigs. Claws, scraping against concrete. The inhuman screech of an animal in peril, an animal hunting, an animal hunted. A screech that promises sharp claws and sharper teeth and blood.

The dome isn’t still either. There is something moving, thick as a shadow, tangible as a chill down your spine. Something that doesn’t belong here, something that snuck in when no one was looking. A boogeyman under the bed. A ghost in the closet. A will o’ the wisp, blinking in and out of existence under the flickering streetlights. Whatever it is it’s moving, leaving a trail of cold, dead fear wherever it passes. Something dark. A shadow so pitch black that it blots out the very lights in your heart, dragging your fears out screaming and kicking, reducing even the strongest, toughest man to a blubbering baby.

Perhaps best to stay in bed today, Marina. ]

((OOC: Event information HERE. We ask the winners of the raffle to fill out a simple survey and then tag into the Vapor thread HERE! Happy mingling, Marinanites! ))

[There are multiple peg boards set up in Sector 0 today—some tall, some short, some on wheels, some long, some magenta with glitter! But what do they all have in common? They are covered in pictures with familiar faces.

Maybe the face is many years younger and surrounded by family or maybe it's a shot taken in Marina (version 1 or 2!). Maybe it was a time when no cameras were present and yet here is the evidence of that moment in all it's candid glory.

You could have grabbed that really embarrassing or incriminating one and thought you were safe only to find out there were three duplicates! Sweet, horrific, sad, casual, posed, past, or present—the wardens are good at variety, so enjoy!]

(OOC: Plotting post for sharing pictures people might find on the boards.)

[Asami's a little hesitant as she makes her announcement. This is a new field for her, but a business is a business. Kind of.] Iiii guess I run the Plush Rump now?

If anybody has any suggestions or feedback or anything, now would be the time to start telling me.

Otherwise, I'll... [Her frown fades, and she offers her best businesswoman smile] hope to see you there.

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[Asami can be found at the shop most of the rest of the day, taking inventory and questioning what's happening in her life]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 246 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ steady rainfall throughout the afternoon ]. We apologize for this inconvenience and have provided you with indoor entertainment as compensation. For this day only, the museum will host an exhibit on [ the history of sexual stimulation through inanimate objects ]. Please take this opportunity to further your education.

Due to recent events, [ The Plush Rump ] is no longer inmate run. [ Maintenance robots ] will operate the establishment until further notice. Inmates interested in operating said establishment are encouraged to contact the kiosk. We appreciate 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! The museum is indeed having an exhibit on various types of sex toys, complete with gift shop! Your imagination is the limit! )

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[On your tv station -- KORRA'S COOKING SHOW!!!!

Korra's standing in a tv kitchen, wearing a frilly, colorful apron and looking Not Happy At All. She'd been really, really nervous about cooking in front of a camera (she doesn't cook, and she's really uncomfortable with public speaking), but after the argument she had with Asami yesterday, there's no room for that anymore. She's just cranky.]

Welcome to Cooking with Korra. [Her stilted delivery makes it clear she's reading off of a prompter -- in this case, Asami holding up giant index cards off-screen.) Today I am going to show you how to make a recipe from my home -- fry bread. Pieces of fry bread will be available in Sector 4 at the conclusion of the program. [At least she's taking care of two punishments in one with this.]

Uh, to start off, you'll need flour, baking soda, and -- this is stupid. [She shoves the ingredients away from her as though physically disgusted, and rips off her apron.] I'm not going to accept a punishment when I didn't do anything wrong!

[She's glaring off camera, and it's pretty clear that she's not just talking about the "crimes" the Wardens are punishing her for.]

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[Both Asami and Korra are at the tv station in Sector 4, should anyone be foolish enough to want to talk to either of them right now.]

[It's been a long day of talking to friends, not-friends, and total strangers. Korra's ready to pass out...but at the same time, she can't sleep. There's one person she hasn't talked to today that she really needs to.

So she curls up in the living room and waits for Asami to get home.]

[Anyone brought to this group will find that there are tables set up around the perimeter of the room, one with snacks and drinks, some even with art supplies on them, while the chairs are all pushed into a circle in the middle. There is a projector set up to one side and it flashes images every so often onto the wall. Images of children, adults, the elderly with the young--some of them more formal, posed, others candid as the brief moments of life they were. Some of these images might even be familiar to certain inmates. It shouldn't be hard for them to pick out their own families after all.

In the center of the circle of chairs is a table with a large bowl of treats, wrapped candies of various sorts. Hard candies, caramels, chocolates, taffy. Beside the bowl is a set of cards with instructions written on the back of them.

"Select a card and read the question aloud to the group. Whoever answers the question gets to choose a reward from the bowl and then select the next card. Continue until all of the cards have been viewed or the bowl is empty. More than one person can answer--the first to respond gets to select the next card. If no one volunteers, the card picker gets to select a person."

The cards themselves have a variety of questions and tasks, but they all have a very similar theme.]

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{OOC: Mingle! These questions are not the only ones. Feel free to come up with more. Also the candy in the bowl is spiked just like the pastries and coffee, so the more characters eat...you get the picture.}

[The voice cuts on to someone whose voice is fading in and out in volume, as if they are moving the microphone closer and further from them. The girl hasn’t seen something this advanced before, but it doesn’t take much to realize that it is transmitting her to somewhere.]

Oh how interesting. Is this like one of those radios I’ve heard speak of? I had never imagined they were this…small. Certainly something capable of wave communication would need to be much bigger to catch the right waves? How do you fit all of the wires into such a small package?

And what does “video” mean? [Obviously she is looking at the side of the communicator only to flick the button. Suddenly the screen is full of golden brown eyes and pale blonde hair. She pulls it back a bit more.] I’m not quite sure how I came to be here, but this place is full of curious things. It’s nothing like any prison I have heard of. Your country must be very wealthy to afford it. How does the shield around the prison stay intact? I haven’t seen a Mage since I woke—

--Oh, I’m sorry, that’s very rude of me! Good morning, my name is Toul. I hope I’m not bothering anyone, but I do have some questions that it would be very helpful to me if I could have them answered. Has anyone seen a pale girl with brown hair and eyes and a dark tattoo over her left eye?

[Toul has been wandering for hours, trying to figure out whether or not this is a truly creative dream, an illusion, or if she is truly stuck in a prison. It's nothing like one she's ever heard of herself. She manages to come by the clothings shops in Sector 4 and is searching for things close to what she's used to. The jumpsuit just isn't comfortable. Too restrictive. It would be easy enough to run into her as she walks and expect that she'll definitely greet and introduce herself to anyone she sees.]

[Mako's head has been swirling with confusion throughout his first few hours here. He's lost and alone, and if this is the Spirit World then it doesn't feel nearly as ethereal as he would have expected. Despite that, the stern urgency that comes with his brisk walk throughout the dome just makes him appear very late for something. He learned early in life that showing weaknesses in an unfamiliar place is usually a bad idea.

Meanwhile his new found device has served him with quite a distraction. There are all sorts of confused faces to be seen—at least when he can figure out how to function it correctly. At one point he finds himself staring right back at him. As much of a headache this stupid thing gives him, he isn't about to ignore a valuable resource. His message is brief:]

Hey, Bolin, you there? I've been looking everywhere for you. Get back to me if you catch this.

[Of course he wants to see Korra. Asami, too. Yeah, three people, that's all he's got, but one comes first and foremost. When he comes across a variety of restaurants in Sector 2, he decides to pay special attention there.]

[ It's a sweltering hot day under the sea! Luckily the wardens have provided the necessary means to keep cool: whether you're sunbathing at the beach, sniping your fellow inmates with a fully loaded super soaker or just cooling off under a tree with a cold treat, this is the place to do it! ]


(( ooc: Mingle away! You are of course encouraged to make your own posts and mingles for this event, should you want to! Event information can be found over HERE! ))

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[If Korra had any idea there's an ice skating rink right in this sector, she probably wouldn't be doing what she's doing right now. Oh who are we kidding. Of course she would. From the moment she woke up and found snow outside, she knew that she absolutely had to go playing in it.

If you happen to be in Sector Three this afternoon, better watch out. Korra's zipping around, using her waterbending to create tracks of ice, turning the entire sector into her own personal rink. She's careful, of course, but it's hard to be too careful when she's pushing herself to go faster and faster. (She might be running from some unsettling memories as much as she's chasing an adrenaline high.)]

[ this is her first time doing one of these without gran, and something she thought was going to be difficult for those very reasons is actually rather therapeutic, heartwarming -- a glance back at her roots, back when she was just adele stackhouse's weird granddaughter and not that fae who mingles with vampires. sookie contributes a few dishes from her gran's old recipes, along with something lafayette taught her to make. she's got all the tables in this part of trois park covered with checkered table clothes of varying colors, lots of plastic silverware, paper plates, cups, and napkins at the ready, and a stack of picnic blankets folded up on one of the benches for those who wish to sit on the grass instead of at a table. sookie even brought a long a mesh bag full of sports equipment -- or rather, a couple frisbees, a football, soccer ball, basketball, and even some hacky sacks. (she's not the sports type, but jason would always be off playing something with the other guys.)

hopefully she didn't leave anything out. hopefully this will help cheer everyone up some, both the new arrivals and those still dealing with the days they spent in that other prison. ]

It seems to me that we could all do with some cheering up after what we went through back in that other place. I was thinking we should have some sort of get together for the sake of morale — give everyone a good boost back up. Maybe something like a potluck at one of the parks, where we all pitch in and bring what we like instead of us trying to cram as many bodies as we can into Merlotte's or the Blood Shack.

[ that and they've not only already done the party on the beach thing, but it might be a little too soon to ask anyone to go that close to the water. and there just ain't enough lanes at the bowling alley to accommodate everyone. ]

Yes? No? [ she smiles hopefully, because someone's gotta be strong in the face of so much bullshit. if she stops being strong, then it means whatever higher power's behind this place has one and she refuses to lose herself to something that won't even show its face. ]

Hey, everyone. I'm sure there are still plenty of people I haven't met yet. I'm Asami. Asami Sato. And I want to... [She actually isn't rightly sure how to preface this question, so she launches right in.]

Do you feel safe here? The Wardens aren't trying to hurt us, but there's plenty of other... stuff. [Like people trying to hurt each other.] Does it worry you?

[Asami will be spending a large chunk of the day either out wandering to see what random bits of detritus she might be able to find around the prison or at home looking to see what she can make out of it.]

[There are so many things Euphie would like to do today. She would like to inspire and reassure people not to lose heart in this trying situation. She would love to motivate people to work together, using their strengths to the best of their abilities. They could make their meals together! They could entertain each other. They could do so many things.

But, right now, there is one thing she wants more than any of that.]

Good morning, everyone!

I hope you all slept well. We have a lot to accomplish today, so we need to get started! Please look around and see if there is anything you can use as a weapon and then please use it to kill any Japanese people you find! And if you are Japanese it would be very helpful if you could just kill yourself!

Once they are all dead, dead, dead maybe we could play a word game!


(OOC: So, that geass (see also: compulsion) of Euphie's? It was "fixed" in game. Right now? It's unfixed and with powers off it'll be staying that way for the next two days which means she's going to be trying to kill all the Japanese inmates. I am totally open to having her hurt people and having her get hurt or locked up or encouraged or anything ever. Just no killing my girl. Aaaand go!)

[ Wakey wakey, criminals! You've got a fast-talking, metallic baritone yelling at you over the loudspeakers! ]

Gooooodmorning you little cretins! It's a stormy day here in Squall Asylum so all you happy campers out there better not be scared of lightning.

It's day... eh, who cares. It's a day and we've got a whole buttload of refugees in the house, isn't that exciting? I'm Savvy and I'll be your generous overlord on this fine, fine day. I'd introduce you to my co-pilot Au Courant, but what's the point of spending all the surprises in one go, huh? Exactly.

As you may have noticed, Dorothy, you are no longer in Kansas. Our fellow colleagues over at MarinaNova had some technical difficulties on their hands and asked us to babysit your sorry asses until they've got their shit in order. I know, it sucks for us too but what can you do. If I may direct your attention to the snazzy little headsets you've got, you'll now be able to find a map over Squall Asylum through the menu function. As you may have noticed, we're not quite as posh as your cushiony correctional facility and what you can do about that is sit down, shut up and deal.

Rations will be handed out through the pickup window. Don't try to sneak in for seconds, we know what your DNA looks like. Also, for the sake of everyone's happiness, clean up after yourselves. Your mama doesn't work here.

Oh, and one more thing.... to show our benevolence to you poor, unfortunate souls, there will be no mandatory activities today. Consider it a gift from the bottom of our circuits. You're welcome.

(( OOC: Welcome to Squall Asylum! All Kiosk requests will be handled by Savvy! Event info can be found over here! ))