MarinaNova Asylum

( action, closed to Korra )

[ video ]
[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.]

[ action ]
[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.]

[After the overwhelming therapy sessions yesterday, Bart knows that he should be more honest about certain things. While running usually doesn't solve his problems, it does give him a clear head - so off to his make-shift tracks he goes! Bart's slowed down his pace considerably compared to normal, so while he's not a red-and-white blur today, he's still faster than most runners. He stops every now and then to take a break, stretch, and slow down if he has to, but he's making rounds in all sectors but Sector 6 today.

When he's not running to his heart's content, Bart's either shopping at the Row (a guy's gotta have his hoodies!) or snagging food from various restaurants around town. Today so isn't a cooking day, even if he'd been enjoying his various experiments.]

[video, filtered to Korra]
Remember when I said I'd tell you if "Time Space Compression" or whatever was really weird? Turns out that really weird was an understatement. [He inhales sharply. While Bart had technically promised Korra he'd ping her about therapy, there's another, more pressing reason he's this nervous.]

Think you can hang out with me today to talk about it? It's a bit too... er, interesting? Yeah, too interesting to talk about over the network.

[video, filtered to Wally]
Since therapy totally sucked yesterday, let's make up for it by having some fun! If you've got stuff to do today, it can be something small. I got board games the other day! [Only a somewhat alternate version of Barry Allen would find sheer joy in owning a knock-off version of Life, which he holds up with a bit of pride.]

Or you know, just grab lunch or something. Anything to get that bad taste outta my mouth, you know?

[ It's something she wanted to do since she arrived. Something she'd needed to do since long before she even knew about underwater prisons and therapy sessions that make you spill your guts more than you ever wanted in your life. She doesn't like lying and yet she's so very good at it... but no more. Ned isn't here to tell her no. Emerson isn't here to give her That Look. She can do whatever she wants here and she wants to do this.

Of course, that doesn't stop her from fidgeting, eyes kept off the camera. ]

Hey, so... some day yesterday, huh? It kind of got me thinking... and I have a confession to make.

When I first arrived here, I introduced myself as Kitty Pimms. That's not my real name. Back home some people know me as the Lonely Tourist, but my name is Charlotte Charles. It's a long story. Actually, maybe it's not a very long story at all. [ A beat. ] I was murdered and then I came back. Almost everyone thought I was still dead and apparently you can't just go up to people and say "hey, guess what? I'm alive!" even though you really want to and so I had to go around pretending that I'm someone I'm not just so...

[ Just so, what? She's still not sure of that answer. ]

Anyway... hi. I'm Charlotte. It's been very nice to meet you all.

[ 'Have you ever thought that everything is your fault? Do you pile guilt on your shoulders, regardless of where fault lies? Do you sometimes blame yourself for a diminishing environment? Have you ceased bothering to cry 'but there were circumstances'! Then this is the therapy group for you!

The Personal Guilt Therapy session takes place in one of the classrooms in the education center. It looks very much like other therapy sessions you might have been herded into: plastic chairs in a circle around a low circle shaped table. Refreshments sit on a table near the door with cookies, pastries, coffee and hot water to dunk generic tea bags in. There are also a few envelopes of stale hot chocolate mix.

Rather than assault you with a battery of questions, the table in the center simply has a directive, a guide if you will, to talking about your guilt. The questions are written upon white paper then taped securely to the center of the table.

Once you've gotten yourself some refreshments and settled a bit discuss the following among your peers these questions:

*What do you personally feel guilty for? Why?
*What were the circumstances surrounding these things you feel guilty about?
*Was there any way to change the outcome that caused your guilt?
*Does anyone else blame you?
*How does your guilt affect your everyday life either back home or here?

ooc: as per all the other therapy sessions, don't feel it necessary to limit your character to these options. Mingle, make new threads, profit! ]

[Anyone summoned to Time-Space Shenanigans Group Therapy will wander down to the Education Center in Sector 2. Specifically, to a large physics lab, which has been outfitted for a day of scientific learning. The first table, near the entrance, has pastries, cookies, endless bowls of fruit, and jugs of lemonade, water, and various sodas. There are bots hovering around the table, as they know that one (or possibly more) of their guests has an endless appetite. Just ignore them - the bots are pretty much there to re-stock the food table.

The other lab tables each have a stack of cards, with instructions to get into pairs and answer them as honestly as possible, making sure to give everyone ample time to answer questions. The tables also have demonstrations for various physics experiments on each table, though they require 2-3 people to get started. Each lab table - except for the one with food - also has a small bowl of candy hidden inside each lab experiment. Although there is no music in the background, there is a soft 'tick-tock' from multiple clocks on each of the walls. Each clock, strangely enough, reads a different time than the one next to it. Not a single one of them is in sync, despite the harmonious tick-tock sounds coming from them.]

( Possible Activity Ideas )

[OOC: Yet another mingle! These are not all the questions - feel free to make some more up if you desire. Also, the questions and lab demonstrations are merely suggestions; if there is another topic that would fit well for you, make it a reality. Today is a day of learning about the horror stories that come with messing with the 4th Dimension, after all.]

(*Also known under the snappy alternative name "If I ignore my problems, maybe they'll go away" Group.)

[In the usually so quiet library where we lay our scene, things are a little less quiet and a little less library-like, given that today it's full of bots, a few tables with neat little trays full of assorted snacks, and - of course - therapy subjects in varying states of willingness.

The robots, true to form, don't bother anyone who doesn't try to leave. Those who do try will have their path brusquely cut off and their attention directed to a whiteboard at the far end of the room - it's mostly empty, with plenty of room for writing, except for one sentence in the middle of the board, written in red: "Admitting to one's problems opens doors." Is that an attempt at an inspirational message, or meant to be taken literally? We just don't know.

There's also a table just beneath the whiteboard with little stacks of cards with suggested discussion topics (with instructions to work in pairs or smaller groups, taking turns to answer the questions).]

( Possible discussion topics )

[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.]

OPEN

Robin Jr. had gotten out. Again.

She wasn't sure if she was proud or willing to consider putting a bell on that dog.

Either way, this left Zatanna having to go search for him. Again. And search she did, leaving her apartment relatively early in the morning. Later than she used to, but earlier than her recent habits had been delaying her until. It was just past 9am when the 14-year-old can be seen strolling through the sectors of the dome, leash in hand and occasionally calling to that mischievous little Husky.



CLOSED TO MICHIRU

The last person she asked had seen a little ball of black and white wandering in this direction.

Of course. She should've guessed.

The mental image of the puppy sneaking out just to see his little girlfriend was almost enough for her to forget the annoyance at having spent half her morning looking for him. She was even grinning as she knocked on Michiru's door, hoping she wasn't disturbing her at this time.

[ action ]
[When she's not on assignment in Sector 1, Korra can be found wandering forlornly around Sector 2, where she and Mako had been (briefly) reunited. She'd been doing so well, not missing home, but seeing Mako, getting to talk to him and kiss him and hold him again, has opened up the floodgates. It's been weeks since she's seen Bolin or Tenzin or the air bender babies; months since she's been able to spend any significant time with her parents or Master Katara. She's never been separated from Naga this long since they were both babies.

She wants her boyfriend. She wants her best friends, and her teachers, and her parents, and her world, and her life! She's sick of being trapped here, having all of her powers and yet still being less than nothing.

Be wary of the sulky Avatar.]



[ voice -- to Garcia & Asami, but posted publicly because technology? what? ]
I'm going to be home late tonight. Don't worry about me.

[Open Video]

[Mal's wearing a cowboy hat and, though he looks a bit hung over, he's also grinning. Every once in a while, there's a whicker that sounds like a horse, and a horse's mane invades the video.]

Did ya'll know we had horses here?

[Private to Bart]

Bart? Suppose I should thank you fer findin' me yesterday.

[That's the closest he'll get to an apology.]

[Open Action]

Mal's pretty ecstatic to find the horses. He wasn't so happy about jumping through the hoops to get the license to be allowed to ride the horses, but any annoyance fled once he saddled one up and took her out. The mare ran quickly and he almost forgot his discomfort of the water as he rode along the beach. Anyone could encounter him either on horseback or later finishing up his ride and taking care of the horse after.

[ aradia's been quiet lately, both on the network and in terms of face-to-face social interactions. she'd even kept this going on through the influx of accidental arrivals.

but that entire ordeal has reminded her of something -- something important, something she feels like an absolute idiot for not looking into sooner.

the video is focused on her face in a manner that very clearly shows her grey skin and the curve of her horns. it's for a reason. ]

I've a favor to ask of everyone. Have you seen a girl around, recently, that looks like me in, ah, species-specific features? She would be a little more blueish whereas I look warmer, and her horns extend upward.

Or I could just ask if you've seen Vriska, if you know her.

[ it's been a while since aradia has seen the other troll. she'd marked it off to that just being part of her nature, going off on her own, but too many days have passed for her to be without suspicion (or, admittedly, a small amount of worry). she's got a vague hope that she'll hop on and respond with something somewhat abrasive, saying that of course she's still here, but ... aradia knows what happens to the inmates here sometimes as well.

it would be very nice to still have someone from alternia around, after all. ]

Inara was gone. All his crew was gone. Again. Mal had spent a large part of his morning burning through his liquor allotment, and once that had been cut off, he angrily stormed out of the bar and into the streets. He didn't care where his feet took him. Mal didn't even see much. His crew had been here... Inara had been here... and now they were gone. He was alone and he didn't know why he had to stay while they got to go.

Psssst. Got a question for all of you.

[ silence - background static - for a few seconds. there is the sound of a page turning, a deep breath, and then- ]

"If you were an animal, what kind would you be?"

[ guess who found the Big Book of Young Children's Icebreakers in the library. ]

[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.]

[There's definitely some aspects of the hero gig that Wally missed since he decided to retire and give the normal life a try. But finding himself in strange places with no idea how he got there certainly wasn't one of them. Especially when that strange place happened to be some sort of underwater dome. And while he missed out on the normal welcoming message that usually greeted new arrivals, he quickly gathered that this was some type of holding facility thanks to the orange jumpsuit and power suppressing anklet he's been fitted with.

At first he thought that all of this might've been the work of either The Reach or The Light, but the more he explored the place, the less likely he thought that to be the case. Neither one of them would have been so kind to dump him in a place this nice. So figuring there's only one way for him to get any real answers, he uses the communicator he's been given to send out a voice message on the network. And for some people in Marina, his voice might sound very similar to someone else's they already know in the dome, if only a little deeper.]

Well I must say that this is quite the dome you guys have here. I mean, I'm sure the prisoners at Belle Reve would kill to have a beach, an arcade, or even a...Plush Rump of their very own.

But who exactly do I have to thank for my impromptu underwater vacation? It's not that I don't appreciate it, but I was kind of in the middle of something important back home. [Helping stop alien invasions still count as being important, right?] Though I'm guessin' I'm hardly the first one here to make that claim, huh?

[Sigh. This really wasn't the "welcome back" he was looking for after temporarily rejoining the team.] Man, Artemis is so going to kill me for this.

[OOC: 21-year-old Wally West/Kid Flash from Season Two (Episode 19/"Summit") of Young Justice. Also, feel free to run into him wandering around the dome throughout the day!]

[ By now, Edward's arrived, had enough time to adjust, figure out what the device does, and then show his face on it. Smiling, though it's not all that friendly. He's picked a quiet corner, as-- unidentifiable as possible (because unknown, potentially hostile prison) and is speaking carefully to the network viewers. ]

Greetings; this is Detective Edward Nygma.

As I understand it, this place is apparently a extra-dimensional prison. I don't intend to stay very long, but from the rather codified and structured city I'm in, I'm guessing escape is uncommon at best.

[ Which doesn't please him one bit; it's why his smile is full of razors, green eyes sharp and flinty. ]

But in the mean time, I've never been to an extra-dimensional prison, and this is quite fascinating. Do, elucidate just want one does in a prison for crimes they've either been absolved of at home, or otherwise? Inquiring minds want to know.





[ OOC: Feel free to action spam him in various places; he'll go exploring. ]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 230 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ overcast with mild winds ]. We thank you for your patience during the [ recalibration ] of our weather system and would like to ensure you that it will be stabilized until further notice.

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! )

[Zatanna appears...upside-down. Somewhat. She's laying on her bed in her room, hair hanging down over the edge, eyes glancing far upward so they can meet with the communicator screen. Her skin is a bit darker than usual, with noticeable patches of pink on her nose, cheeks, and shoulders.]

[A softly snoring puppy rests at her feet. Otherwise, the only sound in the room is the air conditioner blasting from her window.]

I think they lied about the temperature. No way this is only ninety degrees. Either the Wardens are trying to bake us, or...actually, no, that's all I've got.

Wake me when the weather's no longer trying to kill us.

Unless you have ice cream. Then we'll talk.

[ 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! ))