MarinaNova Asylum

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[ deanna is in desperate need of something to do. she's tried several places already today. the ice rink just made her think of her husband. no good. fusion was nice. it has a few dishes she recognized but nothing really appealed to her so she'd left. the art center is interesting. it makes her think of both data and nathan... and also the enterprise. it could work if she can't find anything else. she'd wandered around the row and found a few things that seem to work well for her sense of style and comfort. they remind her of some of the things she used to wear before captain jellico had requested that she be in uniform. as she doesn't have her uniform here, she may as well be comfortable.

and then she'd found chill, the little ice cream parlor in sector 4. she's needed this for a long time and she's quick to order the most chocolate-filled sundae on the menu. chocolate ice cream, hot fudge, chocolate syrup, chocolate toppings, and chocolate sprinkles. clearly this means she's having a bad day. she'll be there for a few hours, savoring the chocolate taste for as long as she can, even if that means she has to drink the melted part at the end. ]

There is nothing like a good chocolate sundae.

[ totally just talking to herself, but it's said loudly enough for anyone nearby to hear. ]


[ ooc: catch her anywhere listed in the dome or at the ice cream parlor! ]

[Video - Open]

Good morning. As the wardens announced yesterday, Helen is gone. The clinic is open again. For the time being I, Dr. Martha Jones, am the new owner as someone has to be labeled the owner. Anyone who needs medical attention that we can look over, you're welcome at the clinic.

To all medical staff, this was rather quick. Any questions or concerns you have, by all means please come talk to me. I'll be at the clinic all day.

[Action - Clinic - Open]

Martha can be found going through the inventory, making sure they have all their supplies and that the clinic is in good order. Mostly, she wants to make sure the wardens decision is OK with the rest of the doctors here. She hadn't meant to become the owner mainly because she didn't see why there had to be an owner. It was a prison. Weren't the wardens the owners? But then again, she hadn't minded taking orders from Helen. She barely knew the other doctors here... she likely wouldn't take orders from them unless she had to.

Scenario 1 [Can we build it?]

[Why the hell not? Gwen was a capable woman. There was no lack of drive or will in her. Nobody could perhaps call her well read but maybe that wasn't important, maybe that didn't really matter when you had started to get used to being stuck somewhere for a very, very long time.

Who said she couldn't build a damn aircraft in one day?

But as she is standing in front of the material itself, there is something in her that starts to think that drive and determination maybe isn't all it takes. Scratching her head Gwen makes a grimace.]

Maybe... Start with the wings? And what bits are that then?

Scenario 2 [Have a drink.]

[The crystal clear liquid swirls in its thick glass casing. The smell it gives of is very distinctive for anyone who has ever drunk it. Of course there is the underlaying aceton smell of alcohol, an absolute of any liquid that could make you stupid for a night or two or fifteen. But over it is something different, worse than the nailpolish-remover-stench of the alcohol. This smells like it could remove the paint from a car, with just the slightest touch of lemon.
Tequila demands to be remembered.

Gwen stares at the drink. Since it was poured in her glass it has not moved closer to her lips. A little plate of lemonwedges, and a pile of salt, stands in front of her, along with the three other shots that she asked for. There is no doubt she wants this. No doubt in all of her. The mist of grief in her head needs to be replaced, if just for one night, by something else. Something that isn’t the faces or voices of people not here.

The liquid remains untouched, and Gwen sighs, putting her forehead to the bars wooden surface in defeat.]

[ a lot has happened lately, a lot of things distracting deanna, both good and bad. it's kept her mind of the hole she's been feeling, the emptiness that was once filled by someone very important. her anchor, her rock... she could no longer sense him. at first, she had thought he had merely spent a lot of time outside her limited range here, or that her empathic abilities had been one again dampened. but she soon realized that they were working with everyone else... just not with him.

and so she had thrown herself into her work, barely noticed much aside from trying to deal with nathan and his situation. today had marked another step with that as well and she found it all exhausting. it was god work, though, and she wanted to keep working with nathan. she wasn't yet willing to give up on him.

with all of those thoughts swirling around in her mind, it was little wonder that she was up this night, little wonder that she had a cup of tea brewing and was sitting at the kitchen table to wait for it. she was also staring at the table, as though it might hold the answers she needed, the comfort that she sought. living with two androids, she should have expected at least one of them to be up and about, to notice that she's still awake. but for once, she is too lost in thought.

she could use the distraction, though. ]

( Step one, you say: We need to talk. )

[ It's always exciting when they get enough new recruits to split up the interview team and after the recent conversations he's had with Deanna, Reid is pretty comfortable working with just her. They'll be waiting in the interview room. Hopefully Nico will be able to navigate his way there. ]

[ Sooner or later, you run out of patience. You grow bored, antsy, you find yourself pacing like a wild animal in a cage, yearning desperately for something to happen just to break the monotony and sure, spending a day with lungs full of air and a heart full of beating was fun but not enough to even begin to ease that itch. The demon in your chest is clawing against ribs, screaming for blood, for fire and death and chaos. For the good old days. For something — anything — that makes you feel alive despite being a walking corpse.

He's got his body back. The chip has been out for ages and he finally retrieved his signature coat, Nikki Wood's coat, the very thing that reminds him of past glory, of the road taken to get this far. William the Bloody, Spike, the Slayer of Slayers. One step away from becoming a living (well) legend and now he's stuck here, chained like a dog in the backyard with the threat of a besoulment hanging over him like a guillotine. He's not going to take that lying down. He's not just going to wait, not when there's blood to spill.

It's late when he hits the streets of MarinaNova Asylum, dark shadows lending a perfect cover as he stalks through the sectors. Hunting. He will not go through this quietly. ]


((ooc: open to actions of many varieties, tho I'm definitely looking for victims. Successful and unsuccessful attacks all welcome. Hit me up on plurk or email (baratiesbest@gmail.com) if you want to plot or have questions! Please remember any hospitalization comes with an injury punishment AND an assault charge for Spike, so let me know if your character ends up in the hospital! ))

[ Replies will come from bodyswapping ]


[ He'd realized there was something wrong quickly enough when he'd woken up beside his wife that morning, but stepping into the bathroom and finding his mother-in-law looking back at him was another matter entirely. He rarely freaked out, these kinds of crazy things happened much too often to freak out, but...

But he couldn't frighten Deanna like this either. He needed a buffer, some space, a half hour to get his bearings and try and work out what to do about it all. Minute by minute the confusion and uncertainty had become worse. There was anger too, unfamiliar rage and shock and fear. Curiosity that wasn't his own. Then after that, stray thoughts. He tried to recoil from them, but there was nowhere to go, it reached him despite his best efforts. Half an hour turned into an hour. He tried to find a dark place, a corner he could retreat into, a safe place from the crush of unfamiliar empathy and foreign thoughts. He feared what Deanna's reaction would be, but common sense won out in the end. She was the only one who could ground him, help him, and he couldn't hide from her forever.

Reluctantly, he turned on his headset, and looked out from behind Lwaxana Troi's concerned black eyes. He'd wrapped a mauve coverlet around his shoulders as he left, and wore it still, pulled tight across his...her chest. He hadn't even found a shirt, so horrified had he been by the transformation; he regretted that now. ]

Deanna, are you there?

[It was the heaviness Kitty noticed first before her eyes were even open. At least waking up in Ton Phanan's body is a pretty good distraction against the pain she normally feels when she wakes up to find Reid went out to sleep on the couch again or even that thread of panic she tries to deny where she fears maybe he disappeared again instead. But this morning is all about figuring out what's going on and damage control. She starts by listening to the vague daypost.]

[Video | Private to Ton]
Stop touching my boobs. [The voice sounds and feels very wrong to her. She even clears her throat, but it doesn't change anything.]

[Voice | Private to Reid]
Hey. We have a situation. [She keeps her voice low since he's likely in the next room. She really wishes these things would text suddenly.]

[And a little later...]

[Voice | Open to everyone]
You've probably already noticed something strange going on. I want to get a head count here. Who is affected? Who isn't? Anyone in danger with this? Let me know and we can get the force working on it.

Oh, and this isn't Ton.

[Action | Open]
[It takes awhile before she's ready to test the new body out elsewhere but she isn't going to stay cooped up all day either. There's bound to be some chaos and she needs to do what she can...without her powers. And why are his wrists too large for her claws?]

( Nathan is out walking. Again. (Cut for mentions of murder and suicide and stuff.) )


[ooc: Run into a serial killer in the making?]

[ deanna's all set up in her new office today, settling in nicely, and as it seems to be a newbie day, she's decided to officially offer her services. so when she appears on the communicators, her smile is warm and gentle. ]

It seems a lot of new faces are appearing today. My name is Deanna Troi, for those I have not yet met. I'm a counselor and despite having held sessions previously in one of the lovely parks in the dome, I have recently been allowed an office of my own to use. I am trained as a therapist and have been practicing for several years. If anyone would like to speak with me about anything, I would be happy to assist. My expertise lies in helping people understand emotions and deal with what is happening in their lives. I believe that can extend here, as well.

If anyone has any questions, my office is located in Sector 2. Any sessions I have are strictly confidential. I do take pre-assigned time slots, as well as walk-ins. Whichever would be most comfortable for you. If you'd simply like to talk to me about nothing in particular, I would be happy to do that as well.

[ she can be found in her office or later on in the day wandering around sector 2 to get her bearings again. she still feels as though she's learning a lot, but it's sometimes nice to just walk around. at some point in the day, though, she'll be wandering around the trekpartment to find her husband, as she wants to talk to him again. life in the prison is beginning to get to her. ]

Hello, everyone!

[Behold, a wild Neil appears! Looking vaguely bemused, but all in all cheerful.]

It’s been ages since I had to introduce myself like this-- I’m out of practice. My name is Neil. I got here a few days ago, with my friend Todd. We came here from a place called the City, which was a little like this-- most of the people living there came from different worlds, or at least a lot of us did.

[He pauses, all too aware that this sounds a little nuts, but hey. It would've sounded crazier if they'd ended up in a proper self-contained universe, right?]

And things like yesterday-- with all those little furry things-- would happen every couple of days, too. Or other kinds of... Well, we called them curses, though I don't think you have anything exactly like it. But, I guess, we're used to strange things.

[And he smiles brightly.]

Anyway. I was speaking to the-- to one of the Wardens, yesterday morning, and she suggested I ought to get involved in some activities here.

[Because Neil wants his stuff back. His books, how is he supposed to get by without the few ones he packed?]

So I thought I'd introduce myself, and ask for some suggestions. Where should I start?

[Video | Encrypted to Defense Force members only]

This fluff thing is going from ridiculous to problematic and veering toward dangerous. They're in virtually every area of the prison now, even inside most buildings. Food supplies are starting to run low and the information we have indicates that they'll just keep reproducing at this rate left unchecked.

There's been a suggestion to eliminate them. Let's call that plan G. Now we just need plans A - F.

Knowing this place I expect the wardens to have it wrapped up by morning, but I don't want to leave it all in their caring hands. We need people on patrol making sure no one is actually buried under them and we need people collecting and protecting remaining food stocks not just for the team but so we can be prepared to distribute it to everyone if it comes to that. I think pushing them into sector 6 could be an option for us. [Of course they will likely get killed in there, but it is less direct.] But I want to hear more options. Get creative. Get chatty.

We need to do what we need to do, but don't forget these are designated as pets and harming them comes with a price tag since that's one of the rules around here.

One more thing. When we have the man power to dedicate to it I want the investigative team checking into souls and restoring them. [Yes, she really just said that.]


[Action | Open]

[She has been and will be out and about trying to assess and deal with the problem. She can also be found at headquarters.]

[Later in the day, once the latest wave of new arrivals had a chance to settle in, a giant INVITATION will be sent over the dome network. Giving the time and location of a massive Rave Party. Everybody was invited. Except the Wardens, because screw them.]

[Upon arriving, party-goers will be treated to a spectacular sight:]



[The whole of the indoors will be decorated, wall to wall, in these breathtaking glow-in-the-dark displays. The only other sources of light being the occasional octopus-shaped lamp sitting on the wall tables. Besides that, there will be boxes of Glow Jewelry already cracked and waiting to be worn.]

[The music playing from the speakers in every corner of the room carries a heavy bass beat to it. Perfect for cutting loose and making casual conversation all but impossible. You'd have to go outside for that.]

[Oh, yeah, and one more thing?]

[BYOB]

[ liz is careful to maintain her composure and choose her words carefully, keeping whatever she might have to say about being pulled into yet another (possibly) alien fiasco to herself. ]

Hi. I'm not— uh, not entirely sure I'm using this thing right. Not that that's the point or anything...

Look, I think there's been some sort of misunderstanding. My name is Liz Parker. I'm an intern for the office of Congresswoman Vanessa Whitaker, the US Representative from New Mexico. If this prank has anything to do with the upcoming election or the Land Exchange Act, I can't help you. You'll need to contact Congresswoman Whitaker's office directly. I'm just an intern. I don't have any pull. Sorry.

So, if you could please could put me in contact with someone in charge here, I would really appreciate it. I'm sure we can sort all this out.

[ she's was on an FBI watch list at one point. for all she knows, this situation isn't alien, but some sort of ploy on their end. something nasedo's yet to put a stop to. ]

[Julian groaned as he woke up--he felt like he'd slept for hours, but he was lying on something much harder than even the station's Cardassian beds, and it made his neck and shoulders ache terribly. He stretched his neck, then opened his eyes--and was immediately on high alert when the unmistakable fact that he was somewhere that was most definitely not Deep Space 9--not even the holosuite--hit him.

And then the device over his ear and half his face began to play its welcoming message, and he was immediately even more incredulous and angry. To be accused of such crimes and sentenced without due trial--when he'd just avoided being unceremoniously bounced out of Starfleet...

Julian had just escaped a prison that he'd been abducted to in the quiet of night, and now here he was again--without even the dignity of his uniform, instead a bright orange thing that even his fashion sense was affronted by.

There were other people here, he could see them going about their lives, hear their voices over the communicator looped over his ear. Well, time to get the introductions over with.]

Normally, I'd expect to be at least given the basic right of due process and trial by a jury of peers--in which I am proven guilty of whatever crimes I am accused of--before being thrown into a prison indefinitely.

[Not to mention he's fairly sure whoever and whatever power is holding him here doesn't have jurisdiction over him.]

I am Lieutenant Julian Bashir, Chief Medical Officer of Deep Space 9. I'd appreciate any further information anyone can give--and if there are any Starfleet officers present, I would appreciate hearing from you.

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 262 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ mild with light rains in the evening ].


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 like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here! )

[ she's been giving this consideration after certain things have happened and what she's been noticing happening. it seems as though a lot of the people here are having a difficult time, some more open than others, and deanna wants to be able to offer something to help them cope. she doesn't know if any of them will take her up on her offer, especially since she can't just override them by rank given to a counselor like she would on the enterprise, but she figures it can't hurt to offer.

so here she is, turning on the communicators for something she hopes will be simple, but knows likely won't be. ]

My name is Deanna Troi. I know I haven't met many of you yet and I hope that we will be able to talk in the future. That's part of why I'm setting up this communication. I've noticed that a lot of us are having a difficult time, either settling in or dealing with what's happened lately. [ the marinalympics stuff and losing so many people so suddenly... a lot of things, really. ]

I realize that I don't know a lot of you and so this may sound strange [ or upsetting ] to some of you. My job back where I'm from is to help my [ crew ] fellows by talking them through whatever difficulties their lives present. I'm a counselor and I would like to offer the same here. I don't yet have an office, but I think for the remainder of the day, I will be in Två Park in Sector 2 if anyone would like to speak with me. I would be happy to talk with anyone at any time, even if it's just about the weather. Our talks will always be entirely confidential.

[ she offers a gentle smile here. ] And at least the weather today is nice. [ and that's all for the communicators.


as for action, she's going to be at the aforementioned park in sector 2 for the remainder of the day and open for anyone to stumble upon, planned or otherwise. also her permissions post is here! ]

[ The video feed comes on early, just after the morning greeting. Aidan is definitely looking worse for wear, perpetually stifling a yawn and doing what he can to drown himself in the first pot of coffee of the day. It's been a few rough nights since Euphie moved in and not for the reasons one may suspect. Or maybe exactly for the reasons one may suspect. ]

So, uhm... [ Clearing his throat. ] Anyone got any advice for stayin' awake when coffee don't cut it no more? I've tried cold showers, but uhm... I got a feelin' I'll give m'self a cold if I keep that up.

Anythin' would be helpful. Please.

Okay. Here's the deal, Marina. I'm bored.

And I'm not just talking bored-bored, either. I'm talking my boredom's boredom's run out of emergency supplies here. Yeah, the games are kind of fun and all...but not all of us get our kicks out of shooting things or doing flips and stuff. Plus, I'm betting they're gonna be a sometimes thing at most, and a one-time thing most likely.

...man, I never thought I'd miss bad tv. Good tv, I'm sure we all miss, but I'm even starting to miss those telenovelas my dad used to watch when he thought nobody was looking.

[...yes, that was a hint of strong Italian accent that just popped out there for a moment. Followed by a flash of nostalgia passing over her eyes before she remembered that, oh yeah, she had some kind of point to make, didn't she?]

My point is this: we need more fun things to do around here, and M'gann and I had an idea: a party. Not like those fancy shindigs down at the bars and stuff. For one--there's a lot of us here not old enough to drink. For another, I'm talking lights out, glow-in-the dark jewelry, and rocking out to music so loud you can feel it. I mean, really, all we need is a place, a time, and some semi-decent music to set this sort of thing up.

And before V gets its metallic panties in an even bigger twist than they are now...yes, that's all I'm suggesting. Just a rave party. Nothing more.

Who's in?