MarinaNova Asylum

[She's sitting in what passes as the church on one of the pews. No orange jumpsuit for this young girl - no she's wearing a red outfit that has no sides on top but her chest is covered with bandages. The yellow diamond outline and the two dots in a vertical line on her forehead is a sign of her position...at least to anyone who might know what it means. Yes, welcome one elite CROW to the prison people. Granted one confused CROW but still.]

Inspector? Brother, Tokusa? [There's a long pause.] Allen Walker? [Tevak's main priority is to stop any more of her family from being killed. Incarcerated or not.]

I need to leave this place. [She gets up from the pew.] How does one leave and return to their last location? Is there a Gate nearby?

[To anyone nearby they may come across one CROW exiting the wannabe church with her shoulders squared and an annoyed look on her face.]

[What better place to get the feel for a new place than the local restaurant row? Or find people to talk to, or just grab a bite and a drink? Sector 2 sports the Sizzle and Sear, a steak and seafood house, as well as The Winery for those who prefer a more drink-focused agenda. After all, what better way to celebrate being in prison than fresh yellowtail and a bloody mary?]


((OOC: MINGLE for one and all! Anyone, 4th wall characters or Marina regulars, are welcome to post and thread right here.

A thread index (with character's name and canon assuming I can find it) will be posted under a cut after a bit.))

[Private to Garcia]

Hey, wanna hang for a bit tonight? If you're up for that thing we talked about, that'd be cool or just drinks or something. Wanted to ask if you had any experience designing IM clients too.


[Private to Reid]

[Is she ever all smiles.] Check your mail yet?

[ First things first: queue the music. Then proceed to witness how to fail at network settings.

See, the thing about FROTHING RAGE while trying to chase a roiling basketball-sized robot along the corridors of the Education Center is that one's fingers might just not be stable enough to press the right buttons -- ]

OI LYLE!!

[ -- and/or utter sounds that are supposed to be names that might not be recognized by the communicator. The footage shows a green haro rolling and flapping at points to make a turn. ]

Tell your damn robot to give me my smokes back! Damn it, I turn around one minute --

[ And Frederick's tinny voice cuts her off as he flaps in righteous indignation. ]

Smoking! Bad for health! Bad for health!

Don't tell me what to do with my lungs, you little-- !!

[ And the chase is on! The footage goes for a minute or so until Reki realizes her accidental broadcast, makes a "tch!" sound and cuts the feed. ]


(( OOC: Call out/laugh at Reki on her fail and get Frederick's input! Please indicate on the subject line or anywhere in your tag if you want Frederick to respond as well X3 ))
 

[ Welcome to Sector 5, home of the hospital, non-denominational prayer facility, memorial gardens, graveyard and, more importantly, the museum.

Today, the wardens are treating you to a special exhibit titled "The History of Self-Stimulation Through Mechanical Seismic Activity" where you can partake in such wonderful displays such as "Hand Cranked — A Guide to Historical Devices" (complete with vintage ads such as Aids That Every Woman Appreciates and Vibration is Life ) and "Bullets and Probes — Vibrations from a Universal Perspective" that feature devices from many different worlds.

Feel free to gawk at these colorful and sometimes frightening displays, peruse the gift shop (of course there's a gift shop!) or maybe just wander the rest of the Sector! ]

(ooc: Thread can take place at any time of the day, anywhere in Sector 5! Remember the rain and needless to say, those links are NSFW to varying degrees! )

[ faith does not exactly get excited about being openly and actively social. call it introversion, antisocial behavior, or just plain ignorance; she's pretty sure she just wasn't built to make buddies.

however, the move to the new place has dictated that she feels the need to reconnect. maybe treating the place as a bad practical joke wasn't the way to go. plus, she's pretty sure she screwed up enough to deserve the reality of the situation. angel had volunteered her for this defense force thing (had it been anyone else, faith would have promptly said 'screw that' and stalked off and away) and she'd found out that xander hadn't gotten involved. just seemed...weird to her.

so here she is, trying not to sound and look too awkward. she's found that acting fairly indifferent helps with that. a little. ]

scooby filter; video
Just so I don't piss anyone else off: who else is doing the Wannabe Police thing?


open; action
[ inspecting the new digs has kept her mind off of the scarier, beat-uppier thoughts in her head, and even though she'd barely been in the other facility long enough to know when something looks weird, faith will take what she can get. a shark in water, she's going to just keep moving and hope that it helps her survive.

she's ventured into sector 2, in which she looks largely uncomfortable and makes quick plans to head out to sector 1 for some calorie-burning afterward. the education center, library, and computer lab are all her primary targets -- and she hopes desperately that no one sees her there. she's not a brain, but she's tired of just sitting around, and she's not really the type to ask for help on what the real skinny on the prison is.

so whether she's found scowling at an unhelpful book, snoozing at a study table, pecking at a keyboard with her pointer fingers, or back at the athletic center to burn off some frustration, she's around and ripe for the bothering! ]

[And here's a sight for sore eyes, maybe. Road looks at the screen for a moment, before directing her attention back to tying the ribbon through her hair.]

Is everyone done whining about their situation yet? [sweetly] It's nice to know that some things never change, despite being moved to an entirely new prison with new stupid robots.

Funny. Didn't we get rid of Acumen and get Sentience back? Just when we thought things would be a little smoother, at least - Sentience seemed a lot more willing to listen to us than our new wardens. But no, it was all for nothing. [grim words, but there's a lilt to her tone that hints that she finds this all very amusing.]

If anyone sees a white, fat, and fluffy cat that goes by the name of Belle, don't touch her. Unless you want to be insufferably stupid on your first day.

[private to Tyki]

[she pauses, partly because she doesn't want to make the call and find out that he's missing and the other because she still feels a little woozy from all the new memories]

Tyki? Are you here?

[Rebecca’s handling this well. Outwardly, anyway. Inside maybe not so much. But she keeps herself busy and moving, and after piecing together all that she can find of her belongings she’s already on the next task of piecing together what she can make of another home here. “Home”, it still sounds weird. And it’s pretty taxing, the physically moving aspect. But lucky for her she’s got herself a workhorse to help out. And possibly bark orders at, but she’s carrying her fair share as well.

It took them this long to pick a place, and it’s still not what she wanted—apartments? Not fond of them. But it doesn’t look like they have much of a choice. And she’s still in prison orange, so the sooner she can crawl out of this hideous jumpsuit and into her (more awesome) jumpsuit, she’ll be… happier? Probably not. Lots to do, lots to think about. Lots of computers to set up.]

[ ♚ video ]

[ Why the long faces, People of Marina Nova? There is someone here who isn't as happy with this latest change in events but she was determined to do what she does best. Not only that, she is hoping that this would get the anger and frustration out of her system.

Sheryl Nome lives to sing --- and that moment she wanted to remind herself of the life she chose to live.

She was the Galaxy Fairy ... no matter what galaxy she is taken to.

The feeds start with a shaky view of the stage. It was the stage from the amphi-theatre. Moments later, Sheryl comes out and wearing an all too sexy bunny outfit. She turns to the camera and gives a coquettish smile and wink ... but when the camera gave another shake again, she frowned at the person behind the camera. ]

Hold still, Gino ...

[ Her Galaxy Fairy persona returned though as music began to play and she proceeded to dance. ]

EVERYONE, LISTEN TO MY SONG!


I am your white bunny
Jumping and diving in an innocent glide
The Milky Way spills in the galaxy
Hey, I want to eat that candy star

I am your black bunny
A rowdy sexy flag
If I show you my hip line it’s dangerous
At my wink signal, dive into my cleavage

Pure heart, go and violate my exposed skin
To the point that you can not be reborn
If you intensely struggle for it
The crying angel is, watch out, a demon

[You're in a new prison and free!

Well, free to look around anyway. Maybe you'll pick your pet up from the pet cafe or search the pile for your personal items before someone else gets to them first. You could be inspecting the barrier around sector six. Did you just hear something scratching it from the other side? Maybe you want to find the nearest clothing store and upgrade from prisoner-chic to something a little more you. Maybe you appeared somewhere awkward and could use a hand with that. It could be you're just wandering around, familiarizing yourself with the new space.

Whatever it is, you're welcome to do it here.]

[Look up! You'll notice a floating island within the dome, and if you think those things attached to it are giant loud speakers, you'd be right. In fact, they're going to go off right about...]

Welcome to your new DOMEicile. [Pause for laughter.]

Today is Day 1 of the first generation of Marina Nova, but since that might cause some of you to do painful math exercises in those tiny brains of yours, I've decided to call it Day 174. The day we've created for you is temperate and sunny. Now, we have a lot to cover, so do listen up. I don't like to repeat myself, but this time I will make an exception. I am Veridical, one of your new wardens, and this is Conscienti, the other one.

[The voice changes. It's still artificial, but this one is less fluid than the other.]

Greetings, inmates. You have been transferred here from [ Marina Asylum ] due to the closing of the facility. Please do not be alarmed.

You may find your personal effects in a brown paper bag next to you. The standard-issue uniform [which is a bright orange jumpsuit with your name printed on it] is not equipped with pockets. Additional personal items have been brought over and can be found in [ Sector 0 ]. Please note that items that are deemed harmful have been confiscated. [This means weapons even if you had them in Marina.] Pets have been brought over and may be reclaimed in [ the Pet Café in Sector 1 ]. The Kiosk is open for additional questions and requests. We value your input.

Housing is available in [ Sectors 2, 3 and 4 ] and you are welcome to claim living quarters in any of these areas. Guide bots are stationed at each sector entrance and may be approached for a basic tour of your new home. Should you prefer to explore on your own, you can access [ the Marina Nova map ] through the menu on your communicator.

[Veridical chimes in again.] You also saw the rules in there. Or you didn't. Read them or not. You're still responsible for them. Some are the same as what you're used to and some aren't. New prison. New handbook. You're welcome to complain. I have been programmed with a wide range of dealing with nonsense. We did give you a little gift though. All your previous punishments have been wiped out. If you were wearing one of those darling little barrier collars or had an extra dose of power reduction it's gone. For now. We did keep your sex licenses in tact. That's why some of you are wearing those blue wrist bands. You're welcome.

[Conscienti continues without hesitation.] Your safety is important to us. All transfers have therefor been fitted with a temporary ankle monitor that restricts any abilities you may have which are deemed too dangerous for your initial integration period [powers, supernatural abilities, "normal humans" who can usually do things like make a wall crumble with a tap of their finger, etc.]. It will be automatically released [ at the end of the day ] unless there is reason to restrict your abilities further. Calm and orderly conduct will ensure your release. Your cooperation is appreciated.

Welcome to [ MarinaNova Asylum ]. We hope you enjoy your stay.

(OOC: And we're off! Feel free to respond via voice/video publicly or privately. Characters can also approach either Warden at the Kiosk — please specify if you'd like to talk to a specific Warden! Threadjacking is welcome to public remarks. You can also make your own posts or attack the dome-wide mingle!)