MarinaNova Asylum

[ the feed starts off shaky, and there are the muffled sounds of someone trying to set it up. when it finally comes into focus there is a very annoyed looking ginger on the screen. ]

Oh are you in for it now. You are in so much trouble.

[ she's not sure the "you" is exactly, but it won't stop her from saying it. she's angry, and more importantly she's confused. maybe even a little scared. why is she in a prison of all places? the last thing she remembers is being at stonehenge.

her expression changes slightly, although only someone who knows her would notice. ]

Doctor? Are you here?

[ she tries to think, tries to remember. there had been romans. roman centurions . and rory. rory had been there. rory her fantastic, and wonderful boyfriend. he had been crying. why had he been crying? she had been crying too and then he had shot her.

he had shot her. was she ...dead? ]

Rory?

[The broadcast begins in voice only. Briefly there's the sound of static, followed by the sounds of fumbling.]

Oi!

[Finally the video feed clicks on, revealing the face of yet another pissed off new prisoner. Well, maybe a not so new face, but still a new arrival. He mutters something to himself in an alien language, taking a moment to look at his lovely new duds and anklet again before looking seriously into the camera.]

Of all the beings here, I probably deserve this the most. But, I want you to think about just one thing. Do you really want to see what happens with a confined Time Lord?

[Look at that! He's already lying. Well, stretching the truth a little bit. Now that he's finished threatening the wardens, he moves on to another topic. His expression softens a bit and he smirks.]

Now as I understand it, doing anything short of looking at someone wrong lands you here. Chances are I already know some of you. Apparently I have that effect on people. [He chuckles] Anyone match that description?

Well.

[ a long-suffering sigh, a tongue's click. ]

If you're really that interested in dealing judgment across worlds, I have some names to recommend.

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 197 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ sunny with clear skies ].

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking the [ facility rules ]. Full details of their punishment will be transmitted to their devices shortly.

Spike: Failure to attend mandatory group therapy session.
Jane Crocker: Failure to attend mandatory group therapy session.

The request for inmate [ Lacus Clyne ] is ready.

New inmates will be arriving in the facility shortly. Please be aware of this disturbance as you go about your day and help them get started on their [ rehabilitation ]. We value your cooperation.

Have a nice day.

[ And in the spirit of rehabilitation and Dean Winchester, the message ends with a jaunty tune. You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Please remember that if your character didn't attend the mandatory group therapy sessions last day week they broke an ic rule and is up for punishment! )

[For any one who has been in a war, is currently a soldier or has been brought up in youth to fight a war, this group is for you. You'll be invited to a lounge in a library with coffee, doughnuts, cookies and other comfort foods almost tailored to those invited on the counter top next to the meeting room. Enough comfy chairs to sink into and relax. On the rolling white board it reads:
( Questions under the cut. )

[Duo's found a little stereo to play with, so he's wiring it up to his phone in the Rusty Spoon. After a moment he hits play and 'Don't Fear the Reaper' begins to play just loud enough to be distinguishable.]

Well... Musical therapy? Sure. Why not?

I'd prefer some good company here at this little bar if that's okay with you guys. Anyone up for a little hang out at the Rusty Spoon? Come find me.

[The camera clicks on to show Jackie, looking and sounding much less awful than in his last post, sitting in a chair in a dark room. He steeples his fingers and smiles for the camera, charming and composed.]

Hey, kiddies. Just wanted to check in with everyone - couple a weeks ago, I wasn't feeling too hot, but I'm all better now. Just needed to have a chat with some...friends.

[The way he says friends makes the word sound much more mysterious and possibly threatening than it should. Speaking of friends, his eyes dart up - someone is behind the camera, holding it; he nods to them.]

Been catching up with them. You know how it is with buddies you haven't seen in a while. It's always nice to have 'em back.

[Finger-guns at the lens.]

And....cut, boys, that's a rap.

[The camera lowers, but the cameraman forgets to turn it off. Instead, he - or maybe it, since the voice is strange and scratchy and not quite right - responds.]

Nice work, boss. The camera loves ya!

Yeah, yeah, who doesn't. Just cause you're flattering me doesn't mean you get to stay.

[Another voice chimes in.]

But boss, we haven't even done -

Yeah no sneakin' around or killin' -

[But there's a click of a lightswitch, and the voices are gone.

Then there's Jackie puttering around his room until the communicator times out.]

((OOC: Forward dated slightly until after Tony and Dean's music war with the wardens has been over for at least an hour or so.))

Hello, MarinaNova. Now that our rather boisterous morning has quieted, I would appreciate some input on a proposal.

Those of you who were present in our former dome may remember the stars and moon projected on the dome at night, which I maintained. I hadn't recreated the projector because [the slightest pause, those who know Lacus well will see that this is uncharacteristically difficult for her] it had been a gift to someone who unfortunately did not join us in the new facility. I believe it's time I paid tribute to him by recreating that night sky.

However, he is far from the only one we have lost. I was considering, rather than modeling the projections after the skyline of Earth or the other worlds, perhaps creating our own. Each person could select locations for stars or constellations, in honor of those special to them, be it a person who has left the dome, one who is still here, or one you remember from your home world.

Of course, if anyone has other ideas I would be delighted. Please, if you have a moment to offer your thoughts, I'm eager to hear them.

Good morning, inmates.

Today is day [ 195 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ overcast with light showers ]. We apologize for this inconvenience and have provided you with indoor entertainment as compensation. For this day only, the museum will host an exhibit on [ Rhythmic Movement — An Adventure in Perspiration ]. Please take this opportunity to further your education.

Requested items for [ Rebecca Crane and Dirk Strider ] are now available for pickup at the Kiosk.

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking the [ Facility Rules ]. Full details of their punishment will be transmitted to their devices shortly.

Sookie Stackhouse: Property damage.

By request of inmate [ Dean Winchester ], your motivational exercise this day will be of the musical variety. Please enjoy the selection we have picked for you as you go about your morning.

((OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! The museum is hosting an exhibition on dance in any way, shape or form. You can find tap shoes, leotards and other dance related items in the gift shop, as well as instructional tapes, music and footwork charts. )

[She tips her hat when the feed starts. It's Dean inspired.] Heya.

Happy hat day. And secret word day. Even if it's less kinkier than it sounds in reality.

But before I dare you to guess my secret word, I've got something else to talk about.

[She swivels her chair around, putting her laptop's screen and what page on it is open into view.] I talked about making a wiki about a week ago, and I pretty much have it put together. It's not decked out or anything, but the bones are there for people to pad. If you've got access to the dome's intranet, check it out sometime. Took the liberty of making it [and she shows the address on camera as she says it aloud] novanotes dot wiki.

If you aren't sure what a wiki is, it's an editable encyclopedia basically. This one's about the dome, so info doesn't fall through the cracks and people can read up on stuff that they either have questions about, or are interested in. It might cut down on a lot of the usual chatter when newbies arrive. It's freely editable to anyone with a connection who makes an account, which means I'm putting trust in people to make accounts and smart edits. But I've got the ban hammer for anyone who doesn't, so...

Have at it?


Okay, and now you can guess my secret word. [Camera returns to her, tongue caught between her teeth.] Bet y'can't.

[[ The Wiki can be found here, as it actually exists/ can be edited though accounts must be made IC! Please read up on the OOC page there, and remember playing on the wiki does not count for game-wide activity checks. If you've got questions, hit me up on AIM at gravity blasted or ask ic ones to Rebecca, who'd be happy to answer as well.]

[Video | Open]
As part of my punishment I need to give a lecture. I figure I'll do it on the Defense Force. So, if you want to know more about that. Check it out this afternoon at the educational facility in lecture hall three. Open to all. [Not you, Tyki.]

[Video | Encrypted to Defense Force]
We've got ourselves some new digs. Still in sector two and not too far from the educational center, but free standing. It's one of those many empty building set up around the place. It looks like it was designed to be something retail, but I figure we can make it work. I've already found some dividers. Talk to me if you have experience building actual walls or magic wall-generating abilities.

Team leaders, I've got an idea of where I think things need to go, but I want your input.

Rebecca, you're in charge of getting dispatch relocated.

Zatanna, I want you to put in some security measures like we talked about before.

We've also been losing people to the dimensional stabilizer, so Derek is temporarily also a sector team leader. [Sorry, Peter.] He's already got a position though, so if there is anyone else looking to step up, let me know. Also, Faith will be taking over her sector. Teams are a little unbalanced right now, but instead of moving people to new assignments, let's just make it a thing that the largest teams check in with the smallest ones to help cover the sectors. When we get new people or returning people back they'll fill up again.

Questions?

[Action | Lecture]
[It isn't her first time teaching, so she's pretty comfortable at the front of the room going through her notes. The hardest part was deciding what to talk about publicly and what not to mention. The force has always been something of a topic for debate. Those present might notice she's wearing her large, metal wrist gauntlets again thanks to Zelgadis. It covers up the blue band at her wrist and they have claws inside! But if all the boys and girls are good they probably won't get popped during class.]

( Lecture notes: This is what she covered! Feel free to mingle! )

(OOC: Join the DF. Roster. Talk to me if you have any concerns/questions about anything! I turned notifs off for the mingle portion, so please tag under the subheads so I don't miss anything!)

[ this morning finds one (1) sookie stackhouse out in quatro park, and putting on quite the light display. there's a hat tossed off to the side, hanging off the extended hand of a nearby statue. it's a straw hat with a wide brim; the kind her gran used to wear while tending to the yard.

it wasn't just the hat that's set her off. it's seeing rené's ghost and being confronted with the fact that had she been more in tune with her budding abilities, she might've been able to pick up on something (or do something) before he'd killed her gran and all those people. she'd seen the faeries in the otherworld do remarkable things with their powers, and russell had indicated that she wasn't doing half the things she ought to be able to do as someone who was fae. ]

Oh, come on, don't do this. [ her light out again, she flexes her fingers and shakes her hands, as if that will flip the metaphorical switch to turn it back on again. ] Fuck.

[Tony does not look happy. And in fact, he's doing this under duress. A lot of it.]

Apparently the punishments around here aren't all finger paintings and entertaining all-access reality TV. I'm being commanded by Forrester and Erhardt to pay penance for their idiotic system being without proper failsafes for a cascading power surge.

So this is the part where I offer several million dollars of tech support to the dome at large because that's the best use they can figure for an engineering prodigy. If you have any projects that need doing -- [ugh could this be more fucking stupid]. Just try not to entirely waste my time.

This is the subterranean version of being shanked, for the record. And if anyone asks me to fix a toaster I'm rigging it to launch your Pop-Tart directly at your face at Mach 3.


((OOC: HAVE AT HIM and make his life miserable, the more inane the requests the happier I'll be! I should add that any complicated requests are subject to mod approval. Also, anyone who gets Tony's reference wins ten squillion geek points.))

[ Dean gives a smoldering look to the camera and quietly tips his hat up with a forefinger. ] So tell me partner, where can a man get a drink around here?

[ Yep. Dean's playacting with the hats. He always did want to be a combo. Just don't ask him to were the sombrero. He ain't no three amigo. Even if he does like Steve Martin. But you're certainly welcome to try ]

[A little bit later in the day, after this particular conversation. Jane comes over the screen, cheerful disposition. A lot better than the last time.]

So I've been informed that I am allowed to teach a class. On days ending on zero and five, I am happy to announce that I am going to be teaching a cooking course. On days ending in zero I will teach how to make things like breakfast, lunch, and dinner. On days ending in five, I will be teaching pastries and cakes, and possibly other things.

Tomorrow is a day ending in five, so please feel free to join me at eleven in the morning and bring your sweet tooth with you to the Educational Facility, in the first Kitchen Lab.

[And now to shift gears.]

So we're playing a word game? I have a secret word that is very special to my heart. Rules that Veridical spoke apply. Happy guessing!

[Look who's in a good mood for a change! For reasons, okay.]

Guys, I finally figured out something incomparably awesome about this place. All the free clothes! I think I might need a few more closets.

[She holds up two dresses to the camera,]

Help a gal out, here: flowers or polka dots? Or both, I guess! I'm gonna need some shoes...

[For anyone who wants to catch up with Garcia at the store, she's roaming through the racks while singing and dancing along to whatever is blaring so loudly through her ear buds that it can be heard quite a few feet away:]

Ooh eee ooh ah ah
Ting tang walla-walla bing bang~

[If you know the song and are wondering why she seems to be singing it awfully fast, that's because it's a techno remix. Of course it is.]

Kidnapping isn't the best way to get a girl's attention you know.

[The tone is dry, accent clearly English.]

Well, not positive attention at least. [A pause for effect.]

An underwater prison, yeah? Seems a little extreme to me. Or absolute bullshit. I haven't decided which one to go with yet.

[She sounds sarcastic but vaguely concerned too. The truth of the matter was that Rose was expecting to be dead and not in a prison, seemingly healed from a fatal werewolf bite. Which is why she needed answers.]

Hope I'm right in assuming that there are others here. Or else I'd feel incredibly stupid for talking to myself on this device. Not exactly the best impression to give off to anyone. [The wry tone is back.]

Oh, and one more thing-orange isn't really my colour.

[She ends the feed.]

[He's got his hand next to his ear and the communicator, adjusting it onto his ear for comfort. He exhales, rubbing the bridge of his nose before speaking. He looks and sounds exhausted.]

Hey. Look, whatever my rap sheet says it's debatable whether I deserve to be here or not, but this is insane. Pretty sure you're supposed to at least get a trial or somethin', but with the way it worked back home? Heh. Really not surprised here. Coulda at least scent a memo, isn't it convenient that they waited until after the horrors of war to bring me here? Nice of em. [/sarcasm]

If anyone's nice enough to give me a quick tour, show me where I can get my clothes back and find a place to crash, I'd appreciate that. I'm heading into, I think sector one. Yeah. I'll be hangin' around there for a while.

And as far as who I am, the name's Duo Maxwell.

[He flicks the video on, and the first thing you see is the curious gaze of a large black lion peering into the frame. His green eyes blink once before he settles again. It's obvious he's sitting on the branch of a tree, the light beaming through the branches casting him in a bit of extra light besides the shade he's in.]

Hello. My name is Matthias, although I'd prefer the name Shadow, if you don't mind. That said I'm just going to be frank. I am a human polymorph, or shape shifter. I'm not a threat to any of you unless you're a threat to me. Likewise I'll treat everyone with equal respect unless given a reason not to.


Hurr... Not entirely sure what else I should say then. I'm not not entirely sure what I should do here or where I'm supposed to find a place to stay, and I would like to find someone to stay with. If anyone is willing...

And...well... This welcome basket. Can I trade in all of these chocolates for jerky or something? I can't eat most any of this stuff.

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 193 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ sunny with the occasional cloud ].

Your motivational exercise for today is as follows:

[ If life seems jolly rotten there's something you've forgotten and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing. ].

Please take this wisdom to heart and use it to further your rehabilitation. Your emotional needs are important to us.

New inmates will be arriving in the facility shortly. Please be aware of this disturbance as you go about your day and help them get started on their [ rehabilitation ]. We value your cooperation.

Have a nice day.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested!)