MarinaNova Asylum

[The Blood Shack has been redecorated for the evening. The lighting is red and the decor is very Moulin Rouge. The bar has had a facelift of sorts and in the spirit of a costume party is featuring 'candy' flavored shots such as Skittles, Sweet tarts, Caramel Apples, Nerds and Tootsie Rolls. All other 'normal' drinks are available at the bar as well as a selection of synthetic blood. The decor continues in the seating arrangements. The entire room, including the dance floor, stage and platform where Eric's throne sits is bathed in red light. Lording over the entire affair is Eric, dressed as a Viking king. Instead of the helm, he's got a crown made of gold foil and cardboard. His weapons are the plastic sort and he's opted to go bare chested rather than attempting to make any sort of chain mail. He has a faux polar bear throw across his shoulders and is wearing a long, blond wig as well as a fake beard.

Enjoy, mingle and come as you want to be.]


ooc:: Mingle, start threads and make general merriment. This is all pre-blackout. On Thursday evening, I will put up a post blackout thread. Any questions? Let me know

[There comes a time in every young (or not so young if you want to get technical about it) man's life when his best friend returns from the dead sort of and lands his jerk butt in the same underwater prison you happen to be staying at.]

[For the rest of your life.]

[So. Know what that means? That means plenty of bonding and bro times. Even if they're slightly questionable bro times.] I'm telling you, Bucky, it's not gonna work. [Says one Steve Rogers as he dubiously stares down at the drink in his hands.]

[On your feed today is both Aidan and Helix, Aidan waves at the camera all smiles while Helix just kicks back on their couch. Their apartment is pretty sleek looking, must be in Sector 2.]

So, a few days ago I punched a Wasp in an attempt to protect Aidan from being stung and that apparently counts as Assault, but whatever. I gotto play a stupid game with you now, that’s my punishment so lets make this quick and simple.

I’ll say something I like and you respond with something you like that starts with the next letter of the alphabet. We’ll use the common alphabet, ya know, A through Z just to make it easy on everyone, and just go back and forth.

So, I like Aidan. [Motioning to Aidan. Who grins at the camera on cue.]

And I like Blueberries.

Simple enough? Alright, so, anyone, feel free to respond and play off of each other too, I don’t care. Or address one of us specifically.

In case you’re too duh—[Elbowed by his boyfriend for being rude.] Just start with C or if you catch this later just ask me what letter we’re on or something.

[And at that point Helix says fuck it and pulls a Harmonica out of his pocket and starts to play, eyes closed in concentration as he waits for a response.]

((OOC: Okay, this is pretty much an open game communicator/network mingle-thing. Tag Helix, request Aidan, or tag other threads that are going on. Have fun, do what you like with it, you don’t have to stick to this particular thing. Go through the alphabet, or start over with other topics. Harmonica video is amusing but if you don't want to sit through the instruction, Helix is fiddling around and playing like he is at around 2:38.))

[The door to Tony’s bedroom swings open as careless as ever, the usual smirking grin on his face. Except that he’s not the only person emerging.]

I still say that third round was all me.

[Bucky follows after him, rolling his eyes with a soft snort.] You wish, Stark. I put more force into it. And perfect aim.

I never said you’re not good, Barnes. But you rely too much on precision. No art to it. And you lose points for whining about the position. [Tony rests an elbow on the doorframe, leaning heavily. His arc reactor is very visible through his thin white t-shirt, casting a glow in the corridor.]

Just good? [He’ll take some exception to that and walk until he’s face-to-face with Tony, pointing at his chest.] Three rounds and that’s all you can say? Round four in ten minutes and I’ll show you just how good I am. And this time I pick the position. My ass still hurts from the floor last time.

[Tony laughs and give Bucky a good smack on the shoulder.] Breakfast first, or I’ll be picking you off the floor in an hour. Again. [He actually looks further down the hall and -- oh, hi Rogers. He knows just how this looks, but honestly doesn’t care.] And we really should make it best out of five.

Breakfast Mr. Stark? You sure know how to treat a fella. [Bucky turns his head just a little to see Steve and gives a little smile in hello before turning right back to Tony.] After last night you owe me sausage and eggs. The big link kind.

((OOC: Red font is Tony, Blue font is Bucky. See below for Steve's exploding head.))

[In one corner of the athletic complex, Steve's slamming his wrapped fists against a poor, defenseless punching bag. All his movements are carefully controlled. And though his focus is intense, he's not ready to let loose yet. He jabs at it once, twice, feints a straight left, and then comes back to throw a right hook.]

[It sends the bag swinging in an alarming way, but manages to hold up to the blows. Steve pauses his actions and lets out a breath--stepping forward to place his hands on the bag in order to still it. And when it does stop, he leans his forehead against it.]

[He's having a bad day. Letting out some steam helps a bit, so he'll probably be here all night.]

Awesome punishments they give around here. Kidnap and dismantle a robot for my own purposes -- entirely not evil, I assure you -- get sentenced to hard labor of creating three pieces of wall art. Never painted before, to be entirely honest, but luckily I'm good at everything.

[On the video feed are three canvases set up in the Education Center. One looks like he just tossed colors at the canvas (which is entirely accurate). The second... well. Sorry Steve, he literally couldn't resist. And the third is blank.]

Anyone want a caricature done? I'm definitely getting the hang of this. I can't promise it'll be flattering, or look anything like you, but I can promise I'll do a horrible French accent. I'm talking cringe-worthy, here. Takers?

[Cyril is seated outside the ice cream parlor. he's dressed in his snazzy 1920s-era clothing, but more importantly, his attention is entirely focused on the pile of Legos (or brand name-less building blocks) in front of him. he has a number of airplanes and trains and trams in front of him, some finished and others half way there. Let no one say that the man doesn't have hobbies.]

[Considering the amount of Legos left, he has a long way to go. He pauses long enough to look at his half-finished plane, before tossing it over his shoulder and onto the ground.]

What's better - an airplane or a battle ship?

CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?

[Wow, someone is yelling. Loudly. Try not to blame him though- Old Greece kinda guy, what is technology, that kind of thing.

At first the only thing you see is a bright blue eye with a little red curl falling over it. Finally Hercules manages to adjust the video and you get a full view of his face. It's very easy to tell he doesn't belong to this decade- or century, even. Either he's wearing a Greek armor or his prop is just as good.

Sadly he keeps on yelling though.]

PHIL? IS THIS- IS THIS SOME KIND OF TRAINING? I DON'T THINK IT WAS ON THE RULES.

[The headgear was something else. He’d never seen anything like it, but at least it reminded him enough of headphones for the radio transmitter and the little buttons on the side gave enough clues for him to figure them out. He doesn’t know what “video” means, so he doesn’t use it.]

Fancy digs here, got to admit. But the clothes could use some work. Ain’t that many people who can pull off orange. Whatever happened to the good ol’ stripes?

[The tone is slightly playful, but Bucky is tired, stressed, and was expecting a different kind of place when he imagined going to hell. That front isn’t going to last too long.] If hell is a joint like this, I can guess why so many people don’t mind paying it a visit. So what’s the news? Be great to know if I can get out on good behavior. Or should I just start with the name, rank, and serial number?