MarinaNova Asylum

[In Sector 0 stands a formidable man who despite his age is in excellent health and despite the anonymity of the orange jumpsuit still exudes leadership, wit, intelligence and demands respect without his even saying a word. He isn’t in a hurry to get anywhere. Clothing is unimportant as long as he has some. Food isn’t an immediate necessity.

He stands there calmly, taking in his surroundings as he absorbs and attempts to understand all the information he has been given. Anyone passing by is free to notice him. However, having little to no trouble deciphering the technology of the headset unit, he does finally speak over the network.

His voice is calm, but not without purpose.] I’m Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the U.S.S. Enterprise. It seems that I’ve been taken from my ship and... imprisoned here with the rest of you. As we all seem to find ourselves in a similar situation, I hoped a number of you might find the time to answer a number of questions.

First. Under whose authority do Veridical and Conscienti imprison their inmates in MarinaNova Asylum?

Second, on what planet does the Saylar Ocean exist?

Third, and I suppose last but not least for now, what is the approximate length of time in which one remains here within the dome for this… decidedly contrived attempt at rehabilitation?

[There is a pause here, as he considers whether or not to tack on another question here. There are just so many things to ask and Jean-Luc is known for being too curious for his own good. Finally, he decides against it.] Any explanation to any of these questions would be of great help. Thank you.

[Peter wakes up near the street vendors in Sector 0. As expected, he's confused, but perhaps not as shocked as he should be. See, he has this teleporting thing he does and he thinks that's what's going on here.]

Uhm...okay...the communicator is different. [He's looking a bit wildly around the area.] The food smells good, but this isn't New York City...in any time. What's going on?

[ooc: Peter did not get the welcome message. There's a quick little Wiki about him and his powers. He's not likely to cause problems with anyone. If you do want him to read your characters mind, just toss some thoughts in your tags, otherwise he'll avoid doing so. He is also a giant comic book geek, so he'll recognize some of the super heroes. Let me know if you don't want him to geek out over them.]

[ if angel isn't drunk by this point, he's certainly getting there, for if he'd been sober, this invitation would've been privated to the person it's directed at. ]

Hey, Faithy. [ those words are accented with a heavy irish brogue, something angel doesn't usually allow himself to use, but in this throwback to his human days, he doesn't much care about keeping up faux american appearances. screw comfort, both that of others and himself. ] Come join me in finishing this off. [ he holds up a bottle. it's not his first one. or second, or third... ohboy. ]

[The video flickers on. Rogue is standing in what appears to be sector 0. There's a doorway in the barrier opening up and through it a small, metallic room can be seen. The video starts to shake a little as a robot, heavily damaged from something, emerges. There are deep gashes in the metal casing, but it's still chugging along slowly. Rogue peels off one of her gloves, uncertain if she's going to have to defend herself, or if her power would even work on a bot, but it's what she's got and this thing appears to have been in some sort of battle. She's not taking her chances. She backs away as the robot passes her without any acknowledgement.]

What the blue hell...

Private | Locked to Defense Force Members.

[She fiddles with the video some and locks it up to the Defense Force members. She's not on the Force, but it seems like the sort of thing they'd want to know about. She's following the bot, staying at a distance, but not letting it out of her sight. She's also getting the whole thing on video. When she speaks, it's a whisper. She doesn't want to draw any more attention to herself than necessary.]

I ain't sure what's goin' on but this thing just came outta a door in the barrier and it ain't doin' so well.

Okay, that's it. I'm pissed. I've had about enough of this dimensional switcheroo crap.

[ he didn't have any belongings, wasn't terribly attached to the place he was staying, doesn't care about the orange jumpsuit beyond how incredibly pale he must look in contrast to the bright saturation, but he's so incredibly done with being picked up and tossed into one world from another. warning and explanation or not, not cool. ]

Y'know, I used to take people apart to see how they worked. Literally. Next robot I see's getting that same treatment.

Orange jumpsuits? Can't you guys be a bit more creative? I mean, I realize that orange is pretty demoralizing but what about blue? Or the classic with black and white stripes?

A little bit of variety here would be nice!

[ he plucks at this jumper and then shakes his head ] Man, I never thought I'd have to add getting sent to prison twice on my Marina Bingo card. What's next? Dolphin eats a newbie?

Private Voice to Peter Parker:

Hey there. Found your suit and thought you'd rather I take it then it go missing on you. You can actually fit in this thing?

((ooc: After Dean does the whole "collect your things" deal, he'll be wandering and winding up at the Rusty Spoon in Sector 4. Because when in doubt, follow your nose. Ain't nothing like a burger to make a day that much better! No matter the time of day. ))