MarinaNova Asylum

[The video turns on after a great deal of confusion for the dragon. He has found a sheet to cover himself with, but mainly his eyes...he doesn't want to deal with most of this at the moment but he needs to figure somethings out.]

...I can't find Ao.

[Not big on words it's all too clear this conversation might be a little difficult.]

I'm not sure...what's happening.

[He is blunt and to the point, he wouldn't deny that some of the crimes listed might be true...but they were all in order to protect himself or others. Still to be here was confusing.

He doesn't really say much else and turns off the video, it's clear that he wants some help but isn't good at expressing it.]

[Laughter, like grating white noise or the friction between grains of sand.]

"Aha-HAHA!"

[Shackled by his own amusement, he sits with a hand over his face, as if it could somehow shield his shit-eating grin. If he had known getting arrested meant serving life as a fancy free loader with some sick tech, he would have opted for it a few decades ago. Still howling, he falls onto his back before realizing that this is probably a rather odd first impression, and to impress the masses, he needs to regain his composure. He sits up with his eyes finally open, friendly but carnivorous.]

"Fellow inmates!"

[The corners of his lips upturn again almost instantly, like the edges of sharpened knives. His voice is like honey, but all he can think is how inmates are probably some of the troubled people in the entire world—perfect suckers for him.

"Fast, reliable, I’m the delivery god Yato! A bonafide god, I’m telling you!" [So don’t question it.]

"Does anyone need any help out there? It seems like we’re all in a" [beautiful] "strange situation, right?"

Um. [ awkward wave? forced smile? yeah, awkward wave and forced smile. the smile melts into a grimace, and kara bounces restlessly from the ball of one foot to the other. ] Okay, I don't— I don't know who or what thinks I belong here, but you've made a really big mistake. If this is some way of getting back at Ms. Grant for whatever you think she did to you, this isn't the way to go about it.

[ it was so much easier to tackle things like this as supergirl. doing so as kara danvers just makes her feel uneasy. powerless. out of control and out of her element. the obvious upset that crosses her features is genuine. ]

I'm— I'm sorry. [ a sniffle. she wipes at her nose, takes a deep breath, fans her face. ] This isn't— I don't know how I'm supposed to respond to all this. Am I supposed to introduce myself? Say, 'hi, I'm Kara Danvers,' and just sit back and accept a fate I'm undeserving of? I'm sorry, but I really can't do that.

[ kara can't do that. neither can supergirl. ]

First of all, you're welcome! We removed our unwanted guest and cleaned up after them for you. Of course you'll probably just complain that you were scared and traumatized and possible eaten. [A robotic huff. So put upon.]

But that was the past and this is now. Time to move on to Day 371. We have some new friends for you to enjoy.

Oh, and Damon, I would like to see you about something. [There's a lilt to the voice before signing off.]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Warden request post | Mail submissions)

[You know what's a terrible idea? Going outside when outside is a dark place full of raptors and wasps and inexplicable feelings of terror. Gaeta thought that he could be useful—he's used to keeping cool in a crisis, and sometimes a level head is just as much help as someone who can handle a weapon—but all he managed to do is get stung by a wasp.

Just his luck.]

Giant bees? Completely irrational fear? Those weren't in the brochure. Thank you, wardens. [This is the voice of a man who is trying not to sound terrified and failing miserably.] Don't go outside. I know it's tempting with the dark and the warnings from the Defense Force, but be smart. Don't try to be a frakking hero.

[This has been a PSA.]

...Someone's still alive out there, right? [He doesn't sound sure.] It's been a couple hours since I heard a broadcast.

Morning, prisoners. Welcome to one more day of absolute boredom and suffering. [ quite the exaggeration there, but Damon's been in a pretty bad mood lately. he's annoyed, frustrated and everything ever. (mostly looking at you, veridical!) Elena, the only face from home he could somewhat tolerate, has once again disappeared into the abyss or stabilizer or whatever. he can't, for the life of him, understand why she keeps being played like a yo-yo. ]

For those of you who are new and for those of you who don't know me, I'm Damon. I run the Blood Shack at Sector 5. [ he's sitting in the back office right now, enjoying a full glass of whiskey. ] I'm looking for fresh blood. Not of the bag variety. Trust me, I have plenty of those in stock. I need bartenders and waitresses, and all kinds of multitasking types. If you're keen on racking up some points for good behavior, or are simply incredibly attractive, or you're looking for a way out of a purposeless existence, blah blah blah, let me know.

[ he points a finger to himself. ] Feel free to ask me any questions. Totally, one hundred percent-ly, open to it. [ he finishes his drink and pours himself another glass. (it looks like someone's not looking to get through the day sober.) ]

Also, ooh. Important to note. We pride ourselves in being discreet about what we serve and who we serve them to. So if your deep, dark secret at home is enjoying sucking on a brain or two, being a cannibal or an alcoholic, we've got you covered. No worries. [ he ends the feed with a wink. ]

Things are a little soggy out there, criminals. You might want to stay on the paved paths today unless you like making mud pies. Oh, and it's Day 351 for those of you keeping track.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Warden request post | Mail submissions)

[Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow~

Because you can't really stop it anyway, so grab yourself a steamy mug of whatever and build a snowman or snowwoman or snowporcupine or whatever you're into.]

(OOC: CHILL OUT EVENT INFO

[Calliope may not be a fan of showing herself on video, but that doesn't mean she can't point the communicator's camera out her apartment window. So the video's view is a lovely—picture-perfect snowfall, ice on the window in neat snowflake patterning, and everything is beautiful.]

[From behind, Calliope sighs miserably.]

I'm terribly glad that this is a one-day occurrence. Winter is, quite possibly, the worst season!

[She second-guesses herself, and makes a soft noise of doubt at her own statement.] I suppose that's unfair. Plenty of people enjoy it, and I suppose it's not as if we have to worry about clothing or firewood or food.

But...!

[Calliope lets that "but" hang, since she feels like she's complaining too much. It's so hard, given how much she commiserated and bonded with others during Demeleier's endless wet cold winters.]

[Including her brother.]

[Unseen, she squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head.]

So...! Um. What do you like to do indoors during snowy weather?

Hi kids. Miss me?

[It's accompanied by the classic Jack Harkness smile, but someone who knows him well may see the hint of darkness behind the dazzling brightness. This is a Jack who's been through a lot in the time he was gone - time which was a lot longer for him than it seemed on this side.]

[ a graveyard. a prison. underwater, no less.

of course.

she should be angry. (but is she truly undeserving of punishment?)

elena should be livid, maybe. she can't quite access that emotion at the moment. she looks as composed and resolved as she possibly can, circumstances not withstanding, but clinging to her like a second skin is sadness. she is tired. hungry. worried. it doesn't matter. she can't afford to think about it, much less feel any of it. she can't process yet someone plans to hold her here for the rest of - there is only this moment. one step at a time. surely there are answers; she just needs to find them. play it smart. ]

I can't say I've given prison a lot of thought, but if I ever did? This is not exactly what I'd have in mind. ... Except for the jumpsuits. [ her lips quirk wryly into a faint and halfhearted smile. her attempt at levity is equally halfhearted. she feels heavy, heavier than the monitor that sits squarely at her ankle, but she is pushing past it. she needs to. the smile is initially brittle, but it remains steady. this hardly feels real. ] If there's anyone out there listening, I'm Elena. I'm new. Ish.

[ new to the prison world, but definitely not new to weird shenanigans, and that includes experiencing the multiverse. ]

I guess I just wanted to know what everyone's thoughts on this place are and how long they've been here, if they don't mind sharing. I've - [ she cuts herself off. blinks. blinks a few more times. ] Is that a robot?

[ ??????????????? ]

[The Loss/grieving therapy group was directed to the pet cafe. There are treats for humans and animals alike as well as activities to keep you busy and sharing and growing.]

Animal therapy
Talking about painful things is always easier when buried under kittens.

Inkblots
You look at them and discuss of course!
[Examples: A and B (Don't worry about actually taking that test.) Use any inkblot you find or make up!]


Game
There will be a handout with the following instructions:
Go through the alphabet with a partner, taking every other letter. Come up with a word that starts with your letter which you associate with someone or something you miss and explain what it means to you. [Example: (you) A — Apples — Dad always peeled his apples first, but then he'd eat the peel too. (partner) B — Baseball — My dog had this ratty old baseball he took everywhere. He always slept with his head on top of it.]

Card prompts
There's a table full of cards to get conversations started.
— Finish the sentence: "Today, my grief feels like..."
— Finish the sentence: "Today, I'm really missing..."
— List 5 things you don't miss about what you lost.
— What is the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning?
— What would you say if you had the chance to speak with someone you've lost again?
— What do you think they would tell you they want for you?
— Name 3 things you will do to fill your time and the void left behind.
— And many more...

(OOC: Don't let these prompts limit you. Be creative, if you want a different kind of prompt or activity then run with it! It's fine if your ideas require additional supplies too. This is everyone's post. Mingle! INFO)

[Action | Open]
[On today's episode of "adventures in being a zombie" Liv is attempting to order brain from the Vampire Blood Shack without anyone noticing that going down. Watch as the extremely pale girl attempts to be chill and subtle as she checks out the bar and waits for it to miraculously empty so she can work on this craving thing before it's a problem.]

[Voice | Closed to Carol]
I'd ask if you're planning to tell anyone, but from what I remember I guess I should be asking if you're planning to kill me. [Hi, Mom. Miss me?]

[Voice | Closed to Natey!]
...Hey.

[Voice | Closed to Lyle]
[Saved the hardest for last.] Most relationships start off with dinner and a movie. We didn't even exchange names. [But she knew it. Everyone was right. This place does get stranger.]

( video )

You guys have an arcade...!

[The video shows off one very fascinated newcomer, his eyes wide with disbelief and mouth hanging open in awe. It seems to take a second or two for him to come back to his senses and once he does, his face breaks out into a huge grin.]

Someone come and play these games with me. It's not any fun if I'm alone. [What concerns about being stuck in prison for the rest of his life? He's practically jumping up and down in excitement.] And if you need to be further convinced, we can make a bet. Why is that convincing? I suck. You'll win. I'll buy you food.

[And then he pauses dramatically for effect, a twinkle in his eyes as he taps a finger to his forehead in an exaggerated sort of way.]

Wait, hold on. That's right... everything's free here. [There's no way he forgot. As someone who's had money struggles for quite a few years, this is the dream.] You'll get boasting rights, then. Or I'll carry you on my back for the whole day. People just need to get over here, please.

( action )

[Well, if there's one thing for certain, Jaesoo doesn't have a career in basketball. Each time he tosses a ball, it either bounces off the rim or just... doesn't get anywhere close. That doesn't seem to be getting him down, though, and he leisurely continues missing every single point like the pro he is not.

He occasionally stops playing to hang around near the entrance of the arcade, ready to swoop in and drag any poor sucker he can find into the game room.]

[Video]
[Seyn is staring down the video screen, not that unfamiliar with the technology, even if this form of it is different from what she’s used to. There’s an awkward, tense smile on her face, as if she’s trying to think of the most polite way to say what’s on her mind. Bright orange really clashes with her hair and eyes in a way that she immediately thinks would make her a rather gaudy Knight, but that's not important, is it? Not when she's just been sent to a virtual prison.]

All right now. I can believe that I’m in prison, considering what I’ve been up to the last few months. But some of these crimes are really just too much. How can they blame you for crimes that weren’t crimes when you were doing 'em? [Or at least not viewed as crimes towards the people she was fighting when it happened. She doesn't sound as angry as she really is, managing to keep most of her tone this side of frustration, the smile more obviously sarcastic by the end than genuine.]

I guess I should be thankful I wasn't sent straight to solitary, but it's hard to feel grateful right this nano.

[Action]
[There's only so much that being on video can tell her, so Seyn starts wandering, using the map to familiarize herself with the locations, especially where the food stores are and the lodgings. She feels like she sticks out like an accident cone in these clothes. It makes her feel too visible, and she's used to wearing white.

So the first place she heads towards is Bull's Eye. She can't get that ankle monitor off, but she's not staying in this jumpsuit. She'll be digging through the clothes and when she finds something she likes well enough--black jogging pants and a dark red shirt--she'll be stripping down to her underwear right there and putting it on. Speed is more important to her than privacy--not that she's really used to privacy in the first place--so sorry to anyone who happens to walk by the women's athletic section right then. She's a bit too tall for the racks themselves to cover her up. After the change, she'll be wandering from sector to sector, trying to memorize everything that she can. Knowing the playing field is always rule number one.]

[Turning on an unfamiliar device and speaking to an audience of unknowns was not number one on Liv's new arrival to do list. It did, however, manage to make the top ten, because even after having her crimes played for her and her situation explained, she needed to talk to someone—anyone—about what she heard. And maybe she's not alone here? Ravi? Major? Peyton? It's probably too much to hope this is where they disappeared to, right? Not that she wants them to be in prison, but as long as she's having some kind of psychotic break or wild dream she might as well see some familiar faces?]

Hi. [Good lead in, but now what?] I'm Liv. Olivia. Well, Liv. It doesn't matter. The point is that I'm here wherever here is.

I'm just a harmless [Trying too hard?] assistant medical examiner, so I don't really know why I'm here. [She was extremely not amused to see cannibalism and necrophilia on her list of crimes. He was a zombie, not a corpse. There are some pretty big differences. Zombies can lie about being dead. And that's what she's going to be doing for as long as she can. Which might not be very long at all if she doesn't find a way to get brains.]

So, is there a morgue? [Of course she just want to know for work-related reasons. Sure...] Just asking. I don't really know anything but what they said in that welcome message, so fill a girl in?

[She'll just be exploring for now.]

[Plink, plink, plink.

Flashing lights. Beeps, clicks, spinning, clacking.

The sun isn't up, but it makes everything glitter all the more starkly. Find a table or a machine or a buffet and make yourself comfortable.

What happens in the Marina casino stays in the Marina casino.

Plink, plink, plink.]

(OOC: Casino Night information)

114 days. That's how long I have been in this place. A drop in the ocean - excuse the pun - to some people here, but still something that I think about on occasion.

[The distinct sound of liquid being poured into a glass can be heard.]

There's something most people don't know about me: I'm dead back home. Well, I'm 'dead' here too, technically speaking. A 560 year old vampire with no legacy to speak of and a whole lot of baggage. Sounds like a plot for a great novel.

[A half-laugh.]

Since I've shared with you lot, why don't you return the favour? Tell me something I don't know about you.


action:


[Rose can be found in the Blood Shack, munching on pretzels and drinking scotch. There's a bottle of it beside her, a quarter of it already gone. Depending on how generous she feels, Rose might be willing to part with some of the alcohol.]

[In case you were having a quiet day, here comes Momo to bring the noise!

He has the biggest, dorkiest grin on his face before deciding to go with a more devilish look!]

HELLO EVERYBODY! I'm Momotarou Mikoshiba! I'm 16-years-old and I'm looking for your ESL! [Yes he said ESL rather than A/S/L.]

Looking for girls ages 15-18. A year or so over that is fine too! Let's talk about our favorite foods and go look at beetles together!

[ elena is neither bright-eyed nor bushy-tailed this morning. on the contrary, she’s shaken, unspeakably confused, and even a bit angry. her brown eyes convey that much, though she’s taken some time to look around and calm down -- but only comparatively. ] Look, I’ve heard the message, and the charges against me or whatever. [ she looks off the side, incredulous -- and frankly in shock. ] So, this is an underwater- [ wow she can’t even get ‘prison’ out. saying it makes it real or her crazy, right? ]

You know, let’s just start with: Hey, I’m Elena, and is this some horrible dream?


action.
[ elena doesn't know where else to go. she woke up on the ground in the middle of a park, knowing she wasn't anywhere she should be even before her crimes were being listed off from some foreign device in her ear. she'd flinched and pulled it off, looking at the communicator in her hands, her heart starting to speed in her chest. she took a look around: at the benches, the trees, the shops, and the impossibly high dome ceiling.

now she's up, walking around the so far empty block in a daze. is this damon? she thinks -- or stefan? where is he? she'd can't yet grasp the reality of the situation, struggling to reconcile it with what she knows: vampires.

she stops at the storefront, and the smell of coffee, drawn like a beacon to some activity -- and where people would go, right? she walks inside, her eyes widening at the bots behind the counter. ]

ooc: catch elena oh-so-politely trying to talk to the bots at bean crushers or run into her on the street!