MarinaNova Asylum

[It's good that the devices within the dome can be worn. Anything handheld would not remain still for an instant, if that were the case right now. Because the tiny, vampire girl on the opposite end can't seem to walk straight. Stumbling, she catching her footing and grabs hold of a nearby rail just outside of the bar (she's only just slipped out.) The near fall sets her into a fit of giggles.]

Sorry, Sorry...

[But the apology is broken up between quiet bouts of laughter. Somehow everything tonight is hilarious. Or the opposite. One or the other. Oh, but she can be serious. Taking a breath, she visibly tries to calm herself down. Brows drawing down, she nods.]

Sorry to disrupt everyone's party. It's a good party though-! [Lifting a hand into the air she dances in place for just a second to music that can't be heard. Seconds later, though, that serious expression is back, though her movements are exaggerated and large.] I was thinking all night... [A pause-- before shaking her hands] Wait wait... let me back up. I'm always thinking. But tonight I had a lot on my mind, aaaaannndddd...

[She throws both her hands out]

I have a boyfriend and a fiance!

[What in the world is with that!? This is craziness! Doesn't everyone else think so too!? Lifting a finger into the air, her brows crease in thought for a moment while she pieces her thoughts together.]

Actually, I-- I don't know if we can still be engaged and here at the same time. [Because he's there. Er... at home. Well, not home, home, but home.] But...[She nods and continues on conversationally] even when I forgot about it we were still engaged. [... Or something. This is hard to describe. Shaking her head, she tries again.]

It's fine to love someone else here, isn't it?

( Drunk Yuuki ramblings... )

[ It's the first annual monthly bi-weekly — it's the first Memorial Garden Committee meeting! The invitations have been sent, a couple of park benches in Sector 0 have been claimed and there's even a few plates of home-made cookies put out in case the allure of fast food on a stick wasn't enough. How can you resist? That's right, you can't!

The instigator to all this is pretty nervous but once the clock strikes noon he clears his throat and kicks off the meeting the only way he can. ]

Alright, so… some of all y'all might remember me talkin' 'bout puttin' together a Memorial Garden for all our friends who've disappeared a while back. Now, I know we already got some o' that stuff 'round here but this would be somethin' we'd create all on our own. We'd decide what t' plant in it an' tend to it an' pool our rehab points together to get seeds an' plants or whatever else we need.

There ain't no pressure to help out. We do what we can, alright? What we're good at. I'm happy to help anyone who don't know how t' grow things an' wants to learn, but th' important part is that we all get a chance to have a say in this. This is where this comes in. Just write down your ideas an' we'll gather it all up an' make sure everyone gets somethin' they want.

[ He gestures to a SUGGESTION BOX set out with a stack of paper and some pens for all your suggestive needs. ]

Alright... that's all I had t' say. You go on an' talk amongst yourselves an' have fun!

(ooc: Mingle! Socialize to your hearts content, whether you got an invitation to the meeting or not. Notifs are off but Aidan has a thread HERE if you want to hit him up specifically! Feel free to let your character leave serious ideas for the memorial garden (or just troll the hell out of it) in the suggestion box HERE ! ))

( Closed to Miranda )

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Bak had no intentions of replacing Komui or Fou or anyone else for that matter. But his desolate wanderings had taken him by the pet shop on a whim. To pick up some random chew toy for Lee, Miranda's vulpix. Anything to keep her from crying. If he could!

Except...

There was a dog staring at him, watching his every move as he shuffled through the shop. It was unnerving and not just because it reminded him of Komui. N o p e. It's that look in his eye. Like Bak was a favorite chew toy. And Bak was threw with being tossed around!

So, if you happen to wander into the shop this afternoon, never fear the tirade going on inside. Bak's just letting off a little steam and pointing fingers. And for what it's worth, that puppy is taking it pretty damn calmly and only with a few minor wags of his tail. Y e p. Just like Komui. That unrepentant jerk! He was gonna miss you. ]</small>

[It's a rainy day, but Richie is in a good mood because kung fu movies at the theater. Best kind of way to spend the day. But it's not as fun doing it alone when you can do it with friends or random strangers. Especially when it's the kind of movies you can laugh about because they're so terrible they're great. It's early afternoon and he's loitering a bit in the lobby before getting on the network.]

It's dreary outside, but that doesn't mean we can't do something fun, right? If they're going to show kung fu flix, we should be taking advantage of it. Watching classic kung fu with the terrible voice overs is almost as fun as watching cheesy horror movies. Anybody want to join me? We can make a marathon of it. Ko, bro, you should definitely swing by.

If you get here soon you'll catch the big end fight of The Booming Insect, and you won't miss the beginning of Master of Swinging Death Trap.

{OOC: Come on and all to the movie mingle! These two movies shown above and these other three are the ones Richie will be watching. Anyone is welcome to join and mingle amongst themselves. If you want to speak to Richie direct just tag action or video on the thread I'm including below.}

[Earlier she thought she noticed something moving outside the dome, but the rain and fake sun and everything made it hard to be sure. Maybe it was just playing tricks on her eyes? Wouldn't be the first time this place played tricks, but now she is pretty sure that thing she's seeing is really a thing.

A big thing.]

Uh, guys? Is anyone else seeing the giant tentacle? Does that happen often?

[And a few minutes later, still distracted she only thinks she hits the private function before voicing her next message.]

Wally, are we still on for ice capades?

[Private to Komui Lee]

[For the second time today she's trying, with a beat of uncertainty.] ... Komui?

[Private to Black Order Members; encrypted]

[After no response again some time later, Rebecca and sets up another private feed. She initially considered a one on one with Miranda, but they're still potentially a bit awkward. So she thought she'd blanket any remaining Order members, this way, if Komui was still around, he's in on it too. She didn't think to check about him this morning at the kiosk and doesn't feel like going through that process again.]

Uh, hey. I tried getting in touch with Komui today, but no dice. So I thought I'd try this instead. Let you know that I was at the kiosk earlier and got confirmation that Cross' AWOL in the stabilizer.

Figured you guys might want to know, if you didn't already.

[OPEN VIDEO]

[Head tilt, Rebecca's laying on her stomach across her living room couch looking down at the screen. Arms folded, she purses her lips and makes a face for a second.] You think I'd like kung-fu movies more than I do. Not that I'm all that hot on zombie flicks at the moment either, but. Maybe some other type of horror'd be neat.

[She looks to the side, off camera.] And it's raining out. Fake raining. I miss real thunderstorms.

[Can you tell she's bummed out?] Hey Rox, what're you up to later?

[It's late and Rose can be found wandering around Sector 2 with no real destination in mind. She just needed to clear her head; her emotions were in overdrive, all her dark urges rising to the surface and she was hungry. Staying away from people would be wise now because Rose didn't want to hurt anyone, knowing that she could possibly kill them in the process. What confused her the most was why she was feeling like this. It came on suddenly without warning and despite her efforts to quell those feelings, they only seemed to grow stronger as time wore on.

If she could just get to her apartment or somewhere else that was empty and lock herself away until this blew over, then everything should be fine. Rose thought about contacting Spike or someone else who knew what she was so that they could help regain her control. But what if they were going through the same thing as her? That wouldn't do her any good.

Lust also consumed Rose. It was in her nature to desire sex and it was a part of being a vampire, something she could control in normal circumstances. Her skin prickled and she didn't feel like herself. In fact, it felt like after she had got bit by the werewolf Jules and suffered a horrifying, painful ordeal which made her have hallucinations and attack people before she killed them. Three people died on that night before Damon and Elena came across her.

Rose didn't want anybody else's death on her conscious.]

((ooc: Rose's vampiric nature is coming out and she's fighting to control it as much as possible. If your character comes across her, let me know if she can attack and hurt them via PM. If you've any questions, please ask!))

[Well, it's not uncommon practice for Tyki to walk the streets of Marina. He does it most every day. Morning, night and often in between. It's something of a habit that came to form from being caged into the space. No matter how large the dome was it was tremendously small in comparison to the world he freely trekked across just over six months ago. Six months of a heavy weight of entrapment makes a man frayed around the edges.

But not unlike most other days, he walks. There's no expensive shirt or tie, just a sandy linen shirt and well worn boots and jeans. The luau reminded him of his love of the water, so the beach is one place he'll be for the morning hours; sitting in the sand and watching the waves to wading in knee deep or deeper.

By the end of the day he will find himself in the Devil's Compass, Sector Four, slightly sentimental and grinning over a tall pint of beer. One thing that will hold true even to the later hours of the night will be an extraordinarily friendly demeanor. Sit by him in the bar and stories will be told, oh they will be told. For Tyki Mikk is not himself if not half an ordinary man, and today that half gets center stage.]

[ It was mid-morning. The sky was clear and it was a (not so) very blustery day. It was cool but it was always cool. It was neither too warm nor too hot.

Lukewarm.

And that was just how Bak preferred it. Especially since he had in hand his very important, extra special concoction of wonderful forgetfulness on hand! Bak could stand teasing, but even this was getting ridiculous.

Hefting the bag a little higher so it fit snug into the crook between elbow and shoulder, he stepped off into wild world of Marinanova and promptly had to grab onto his hat.

Opps. He always forgot about that step down.

Taking another step, he nearly tripped again, this time on a rock. Frowning, Bak starred at the offending piece of debris and then he kicked it.

And yelped.

And then held his foot, dropping his bag in a near blinding rush of ”Eeeek!” as he dived for the paper bag, watching as with a POOF half of the contents disappeared into the wind, leaving him sneezing and dazed on the ground wondering what the heck had just happened. Clearly, his own formula had been getting the best of him. It happens when one sneaky scientist messes with the formula and Bak spent the better part of the morning putting the final touches of the mixture together.

Heightened emotions indeed.

Bak will rue this day assuming he survived it. ]

((ooc: Consider this post an open mingle and the start of the Marina Feelings Roulette Event! Creating your own posts is, as always, highly encouraged. And, unless you got an extra hefty dose of it right off the bat (re: by being in proximity to Bak when it happened) feelings should gradually start to go haywire later in the day with strongest feelings in the afternoon and tapering off again as evening descends. For more info on the details, please go here. Have fun!))

( I'm better just pretending )

[A pony! Lovely white and blue. But he's mad.] I've never hurt my wife. Ever. And I am not a criminal. I wouldn't be Prince of the Crystal Empire if I was. I don't belong here.

Everything I have done was to protect Equestria and the Crystal Empire. I want to speak with who's in charge here.

[The video starts accidentally. Asami was fidgeting with this new gadget, trying to get it apart and now this.] Oh wow. It's on.

I'm Asami Sato, from Republic City.

I would rather not be here [a little smile that says she knows everyone must feel that way] but I have to admit this is place impressive. The architecture, the thing that brought us here... and these radios with pictures. I can't believe they just hand these out.

I'd love to know how they work. [Obviously, since she's still trying to take the thing apart.] And why they give us these things and let us roam around but put us in these outfits... [She's not a fan of the orange jumpsuit. It's less flattering than it could be]

[Her voice trails off for a few seconds and her face shows deep concentration.]Well, I guess that's it. Hi.

Now if I can just find the off switch... [And there she goes again]

[ okay, enough is enough ] I don't care what is the cause of this, but I'm done with these shenanigans. I cannot be the only human left in this place!

[ he appears to try to shove off a particularly clinging mirage... which happens to be a bush out in the park. ]

And whoever gave these penguins sunglasses needs a new sense of humor!

[ y e p, someone's reached the end of his tether. Zombies, he can handle. Strange Akuma are a nuisance but to be expected. But a dome full of singing and dancing penguins ala Happy DAnce is another thing entirely!

Can't he just go home and rest in peace? :( ]

[ The girl you see on your screen is only identifiable as a girl so far as the fact that she's slight, and has a curvy figure. She's dressed in a skin-hugging ensemble from head to toe, complete with gadget belt, boots, gloves, and cape, and is masked - almost her entire face. Only her lips are exposed. Her hair is swept back into a long braided ponytail, which sticks out of a head-cover, attached to the mask on her face and connected at the back of the neck to her bodice. She's essentially entirely covered, neck included, aside from her mouth. She has a large bracelet around her wrist, with things attached that are difficult to discern from a distance. When she speaks, her voice takes on a regal and commanding tone. Serious, and not sounding much like the Claire you all know and love. ]

I know he's here somewhere... [ Then she shouts a challenge, ready to face her archnemesis - or so she thinks. ] Watchmaker! Show yourself!

[ action - housemates ]
[Something is different about the dome today. It's not as weird looking -- it almost looks like Republic City. Which basically just makes things even weirder. The clothes Garcia bought her have also been switched for an outfit that looks like something the Fire Lord would wear.]

What is going on?!


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[It's one thing to say you're not going to give up on escaping. Actually making a plan to escape is something else entirely. Korra's not a planner by nature; she doesn't even know where to begin with a jailbreak. The sudden change in her surroundings doesn't make it any easier.

By late morning, she's made her way to the koi garden in Trois Park. She sits there, trying to meditate. Maybe Aang or Kyoshi or Roku would have suggestions. Unfortunately, even with her Avatar powers unlocked... meditating is hard.]

We meet at last, Lady Korra.

[She knows that voice... She looks up, horrified, at a terrifyingly familiar face.]

Buffy. Spike. Eric… shit. Any vamps in this damn fishbowl. I need t'know if any of you fed on me last night.

[He didn't remember a damn thing. Could one of them have glamored him or killed him in his sleep?]

[Action]

[It's noon, but instead of being in one of the many food joints the dome has like usual, Saber's at the little convenience store in Sector 1, much like she was yesterday and sadly will be for the next week. She's got a packaged sandwich or two and a few vitamin drinks, but her arms are mostly full of bags of chips and pop, enough to do a small party-- but it's all for her, to last her the day.

It's pretty clear in the way she loudly drops it all on the counter for the bot to bag up that this menu doesn't agree with her]



[Voice]

In order to complete my... punishment, I am required to present the population with a game that can be played verbally over devices and encourages thinking. [You can hear how little she thinks of this in her dry tone-- less on the being punished, actually, and more what she has to do. Really, if you're going to punish someone, at least make it something actually punishing. Like hard labor]

Thus, the game I propose goes as such: a noun is chosen, and the opponent must choose another noun that can "defeat" it in some manner-- however the first letter must be alphabetically after the first letter of the starting noun. For example, "cat" loses to "dog", or "knight" is bested by "lord". The game continues until one is unable to find an appropriate response.

I will, naturally, accept all challenges, but please play amongst each other as well. There are unfortunately no prizes to be had, save for pride in your wit.

[Rogue is sitting in the cafe with a cup of coffee and a half finished pastry that she keeps picking at. She's in her normal attire, looking a little exhausted. Her eyes are a little puffy, a little red. She's got her head resting in one hand, tipped down so that her hair covers her face for the most part.

The last couple of days have been hard for her. She hurt so many people with the kissing bots and while none of them required medical attention, just rest, she's self punishing, beating herself up about it despite knowing she couldn't have done anything. Next time the bots came around, she resolved she'd just stay locked in her apartment and not answer the door. Sam would have to get another cook for the day.]

Closed Audio

|Sookie|

You feelin' normal enough now? I'm doin' pretty good. Only catchin' stray bits of thoughts and the like from people really close to me.

|Sam|

You feelin' okay? I'm so sorry 'bout...what happened and I promise your secret's safe with me.

|Rebekah|

Still feelin' all right, ain't you? The cut on my arm's closin' up and doin' real good.

|Peter|

You feelin' okay now? Any side effects?

((OOC: In lieu of spamming with posts for all 8 of my characters for kissing purposes, I'm putting up prompts for them all on this one action post! Links are below I may tag around in other posts/the mingle too, but if you want any of mine for the event PLEASE PLEASE DO TAG! I want every single tag for this event!

I don't care if they haven't met yet! Absolutely do not be shy! Also, if anyone wants to call my kids on the network or do non-kiss threads, just indicate such and I'm happy to! Threads can take place at any point in the dayweek, and almost anywhere in the dome.

Links:
+ Lacus Clyne: Everyday walking around prompt | Hot springs prompt for the adventurous~
+ Zelgadis Greywars
+ Cross Marian
+ Penelope Garcia
+ Komui Lee
+ Tony Stark
+ Saya Otonashi
+ Michael Westen))

[The nigh-unhackable system in MarinaNova is by far the most frustrating thing Garcia has ever encountered. It's been bugging her for weeks, but the shame of having so little to give Hotch when he arrived was the last and final straw. Since last night she's been at the keyboard nonstop, frantic to get somewhere with this impossible system. Anywhere. Her team is depending on her and that matters more than sleep. And so, here she is at the coffee shop.]

[She had only intended to grab a few triple-shot lattes to go, but she had her laptop in tow because habits die hard, and then inspiration struck...]

[Hours later she's still there, several empty coffee cups lined up on the table where Garcia is typing with grim determination. She's murmuring to herself -- or rather, at the uncooperative code she's trying to slip past, accusations of unfair play and then something about "bagbiting" -- her fingers moving faster by the moment until she's attacking the keys like they've personally wronged her.]

[Seconds later, she slams both hands down on the table, still addressing the laptop.] You are far and away the most stubborn thing I have ever seen! Don't be so smug, I'm not done with you yet.