MarinaNova Asylum

[ the start of a new day finds one (1) quinn fabray in sector 5 at the non-denominational prayer facility. it's the closest to a church as she can get in a place like this, and she feels more at ease in a place of worship than she does anywhere else in the dome. the interior lacks the stained glass windows that the church she attended back in lima had, nor is there a priest for her to speak to, or people coming and going as they please. the comforting silence is welcomed.

anyone who stops by the church non-denominational prayer facility will find her kneeling in prayer, while passers by might bump into her on her way out. ]

Welcome to Day 176 of the first generation. The weather will be just like yesterday's. Hopefully you haven't forgotten what it was like already.

You have been some very, very naughty criminals. We bring you to an even more posh prison, and you practically trip over yourselves to gouge each other's eyes out. How crude. We may have to offer an eye patch hut at this point.

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking facility rules and full details of their punishments are being transmitted to their devices.

Jack Noir: Assault
Prospitian Monarch: Injury
Cain: Assault and attempted murder, destruction of property, and injury
Rion Steiner: Assault and injury
Dirk Strider: Attempted robot damage
Vriska Serket: Destruction of property

For those of you who can keep your hands to yourselves you may enjoy a little treat in sector 0 today. There will be a photo booth open for public use for those of you who are sentimental.

Requested items for Elena Gilbert, Bruce Banner, Atton Rand are now available for pick up at the kiosk. Nothing terribly interesting among them I'm afraid.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested.)

I grow weary of this. [This is coming from the tall, muscular blond who has been throwing himself at the dome walls in utter fury for the past ten minutes. He is powerless again, it seems, entirely mortal, clothed in this strange, orange garb, and without Mjolnir. What he does not understand is why his hammer does not return to him, no matter how hard he calls to it. Has he not continued to prove that he is worthy of its power? And what of Loki, and the Tesseract?]

[His brows are furrowed, and though he isn’t aware of it, Thor looks utterly savage in that moment.] Come. Show yourselves. I am tired of these games. [Being locked in this place like an animal, suddenly fragile and mortal once more. Even shouting to Odin had done no good. Either his father was ignoring him, or…]

[No. He did not want to think about what else could possibly be happening. He needed to get out, and quickly. Loki couldn’t possibly be behind this after the beating he had taken.]

[Rogue has settled in as much as is possible considering their circumstances. She's got a little apartment and her things have been gathered. She's gathered up a few more things as well just to make her place more comfortable. It's the first time she's ever had a place of her own like this and she should be excited but she's still a little worried for all the people she hasn't seen yet. The arrival of the new prisoners have only made searching for her friends more difficult.

To avoid a fit of emo, she decides to just go ahead and try to get a roll call, even if it's through another person. She flips on her video and smiles a bit awkwardly at it.]

I know everybody is still sorta settlin' in and makin' the new guys feel comfortable, but I ain't seen some of my friends yet. I was sorta wonderin' if anyone else had so if you've seen Oz, Peter Parker, Spiderman, Gabriel, or Kaylee 'round I'd be awful grateful if you'd let me know.

If you boys and Kaylee are hangin' 'round out there and ain't sayin' hello, shame on you for worryin' a girl.

If anyone's wonderin', I didn't bleach my hair blonde. [Might as well get that out of the way while she's on this thing.]

Oh, fuck this. [ this voice is pissed, very southern, and-- oh hey, doesn't that sound a lot like rogue? sure looks like her, too. ] You gotta be kiddin' me. Prison? Really? If this is some sort of fairy thing-- [ HUFF! ] Look, just let me talk to Claudine. I'm sure there's a reasonable way around this without needing to go and throw me into a prison of all things.

Since when did prisons come with bluetooth, anyway? ...is anyone even listenin' to me?

[ Gwen’s heels click notably as she tucks them together, rather nervous in spite of herself. Ignoring the faint twist in her stomach, because this will only get easier with time and exposure, she turns on the communicator.

So, Marina Nova, have one (1) Gwen Stacy. Not a hair is out of place and while she’s not smiling, there is a soft neutrality to her expression. ]

Hello. I assume you’ve all got busy days ahead of you, so I’ll keep this brief. [ There’s the slightest twinge of amusement to her words, not at the expense of anyone but herself. ] My name is Gwen Stacy and any crimes this facility believes I have committed are false. I would like to request a meeting with the Warden to clear up any misconceptions and discuss my release. [ You hear that, Warden? SHE’S COMING FOR YOU.

More accurately, she’ll wait here, continuing to clash. ]

I appreciate your cooperation and await your response. [ Only mildly pretentious, yeah. The feed ends there. She’s not expecting any responses but she won’t ignore anyone who answers, either. Any one of them could be the Governor! ]

[ lots of interrupted, bumpy static ]

[ in translated enochian: ] You know you cannot keep me here.

[ several minutes later, more static. seriously, like. kkkkkchhhh ssshk chchh kkkksssss. when he finally speaks, castiel is super curt and way cranky. ]

A cell phone would be much more comfortable than this. [ SIGH ] I had just become accustomed to it. [ add that to the prospect that he very well may be stuck here. so cranky. ]