MarinaNova Asylum

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. )

[Dick shows up on the video with a bright orange octopus on his head. And he is perfectly comfortable with it. Because why wouldn't he be when he's been given permission to where hilarious hats. He's wandering around Sector 9 right now eating food and picking out hats where he sees them.]

Kind of fits, considering where we're at, huh? [He pushes the one tentacle out of his face.] But the best part about this is the game. It's a game everybody can play. Or anybody who isn't too scared about owing someone a favor.

So come on, bring on the words and the guessing! Just step up and someone can challenge you or something. Don't be shy. We can even include letters or questions to hint at what the word is.

{OOC: Dick is calling everyone out! Feel free to mingle on the network here and tag each other here to play out the guessing game, too! Dick certainly won't mind.}

[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.

[ a smiling, professional face appears on the fed, now that she's gotten the hang of it. Her experience with Stark Technology certainly did her credit as did her training. There's hardly a trace of fear or panic in her voice at all despite how real it feels. ]

I am well aware this isn't a normal prison, but I have at least one question I wish to have answered. What year is it? If not for this place, then for the time from which you came.

[ because the technology is different, the people are all talking rather strangely and of course there's the issue of -- what she perceives to be -- aliens running loose through the dome. This was hardly where she had expected to be today. ]

[ As for Peggy Carter, it should be easily deducted by the video backdrop that she's in the library. She has been doing her homework today as any good woman should. ]

[There is (1) one red and blue Spider-Man hanging out across various rooftops this afternoon, though this video lingers around in Sector one as Peter parks it on top of the convenience store. He peels up the bottom of his mask to the nose and helps himself to snack cakes and soda before addressing the feed.]

So, anyone want to admit they're feeling jolly rotten so we can get on with all the singing and dancing around here?

Motivational exercises, [tsk tsk] what would we do without 'em.


[Private to Derek Morgan]

Bonjour.

I've been assigned to share Sector 1 with you for the Force, so I thought I'd say hey.

Name's uh, Spider-Man. Nice to meet you.

[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.

Oh jeez! *The camera flickers on a teenage girl with huge round glasses over bright green eyes - and curiously enough, furry white dog ears poking out through a mess of dark hair.*

Um, I don't know if anyone can hear this! I don't actually know why I'm wearing this ugly orange suit, or even where I am, either! I'm usually pretty good with locations these days... you know what? Nevermind. I don't care WHERE the hell I am, but it's really, REALLY important that I get back where I came from right away!

I don't have time to waste on this stupid prisoner bullshit, okay? I was kind of in the middle of doing something, and... without me to power the ship, I THINK my paradox brother might actually be stuck between universes for, well, forever!

Even if he's gotten really surly and annoying lately, and suddenly hates his favorite movies which ACTUALLY? Weren't all that bad and were kind of funny!-- No matter how much of a jerkass he is, he's still my brother and I don't want to leave him stuck there!

So, please, if anyone can hear this, I really need your help!

Augh, why am I even talking into this stupid thing? Can anyone actually hear me?

[VIDEO]

[Zatanna looks...nervous. Confused. Troubled. Like she knows there's something she's not quite getting. Or something she's forgotten.]

Umm...what happened to day 191? Did the Wardens just decide to skip it or something?



[ACTION - closed to Robin]

[She hadn't seen him all day. Not so much as a glimpse. Which normally wouldn't have been the end of the world--it's not like they needed to be around each other 24/7--except she really had to talk to him this time. There'd been a lot of incredibly troubling whispers and bits of information she'd received over the course of the day, and if even a fraction of her suspicions were true, then...]

[...]

[...she just needed to talk to him, okay?]

[It was around sunset when the idea to try to apartment building roof came to her. Already clad in her pajamas--drawstring gray pants and a light blue tank top, oversized matching sweatshirt on top of that--she slowly climbed the stairwell until it led her to the top exit. Hesitantly peeking her head out through the partially opened door.]

...Robin?

[After the day he was having (after the day everyone was having, if the network is any indication), he's not surprised that he sees blink-and-you'll-miss-it fast ghosts out of the corner of his eye. They'd been bothering him off and on all day, but he never really saw their faces.

Not until now.

He's walking from the library (no luck on the exorcism research. Maybe he should call Sam-- but he's probably busy). And then he sees another flicker out of the corner of his eye. This time, when he turns...

He sees his father. Not Bruce, but John. Whole and healthy and wearing his-- their-- colors.

Very few things can really get to Robin at this point in his life. This is one of them. He's not sure if he wants to run toward his father or away. His mind is trying to piece everything together, so he ends up standing there in a daze, no longer sure if he's really awake and feeling a horrible combination of pain and longing somewhere behind that haze in his mind.]

(Feel free to meet The Flying Graysons. Or you can come upon him looking pale and shaken at some point, if you'd rather not have your character see them.)

[The camera turns on to see Zatanna...only there's something off. It is her; her face, her form, even her usual wardrobe. Even her hair and eyes are the same. But her skin looks noticeably paler than usual, like she hasn't seen the sun in quite some time.]

What is this? Who dares summon me? I was having fun!

[There is also a higher pitch to her voice. Scratchy. Whiny. Irritating. Borderline insane.]



AND WHERE'S MY TEEKL?!?




((ooc: For most of the day, Zatanna will be possessed by a being known as Klarion The Witch Boy. A literal Lord of Chaos, and evil magic user from her world. Be afraid. Be very afraid.))

Um... hello? Can anyone hear me or see me? Because, well... I'm having a bit of a problem here.

[Touma looked rather concerned.]

It uh... it seems I can't touch stuff?

[The Blood Shack has been redecorated for the evening. The lighting is red and the decor is very Moulin Rouge. The bar has had a facelift of sorts and in the spirit of a costume party is featuring 'candy' flavored shots such as Skittles, Sweet tarts, Caramel Apples, Nerds and Tootsie Rolls. All other 'normal' drinks are available at the bar as well as a selection of synthetic blood. The decor continues in the seating arrangements. The entire room, including the dance floor, stage and platform where Eric's throne sits is bathed in red light. Lording over the entire affair is Eric, dressed as a Viking king. Instead of the helm, he's got a crown made of gold foil and cardboard. His weapons are the plastic sort and he's opted to go bare chested rather than attempting to make any sort of chain mail. He has a faux polar bear throw across his shoulders and is wearing a long, blond wig as well as a fake beard.

Enjoy, mingle and come as you want to be.]


ooc:: Mingle, start threads and make general merriment. This is all pre-blackout. On Thursday evening, I will put up a post blackout thread. Any questions? Let me know

action; open
[ Elena's a bit of everywhere today -- by the kiosk, looking shortly at the frozen banana stand and wondering the lengths of the wardens' troll worthiness, at the library browsing for books and maybe taking another peek at some of the ones Angel had been browsing the other day, and having some lunch to-go at The Bistro.

She has a few things on her mind, but she has a polite smile for anyone and everyone. ]


action; damon salvatore
[ Guess who's knocking at the door, Damon? Actually, no: Elena's stopping in front of his door, taking a breath, and getting over herself. She's done everything else in lieu of this today: spoke to Veridical, talked to Claire, walked around the dome. How many times has she shown up at Damon's door unannounced now? Is he even home? Just seeing him isn't exactly her reason for today's visit (thought with such wryness to offset her stressed energy) but still. (It's easier thinking through this than the actual reason for her visit.)

She purses her lips, sets her resolve, and walks in. However, she walks in slowly -- listening for movement or sound, her usual surety somewhat muted. ] Damon?

[The events of the past week have been rough for Wally and his friends. They have had to deal with meeting people from their future, friends leaving, wasp attacks, and unfair punishments handed down by the wardens.

So he decided that they were all in desperate need of some good old fashioned fun to take their minds off things, and suggested that today would be the day for their ridiculous friendly game of laser tag.

That is why the group is currently gathered on the fourth floor of Pa-Ching's, setting up for their game at the arcade's indoor facility.]

[Zatanna's oh-so-excited-to-be-here face appears on-screen, as she sits cross-legged on one of the Sector Three Park Benches.]

Okay, as much fun as getting stranded in the Sector with a Spa and Arcade's been? Not really looking forward to have to sleep in the park tonight. Especially with so-called "random" rain-showers that seem to have a knack for--

[She's interrupted mid-sentence by her own stomach, which growls loudly. A wince, a frown, and suddenly it becomes very apparent that the poor girl hasn't eaten anything all day.]

...I don't suppose anybody'd be willing to put me up for the night? Or at least make a quick run to the convenience store?

[Rogue spent most of the rainy day baking, but she's out and about now dressed for the weather in her cloak and a pair of rain boots. She's got cupcakes, cookies, and brownies. She's put them all in little sealed, plastic tubs and has piled them in her messenger bag to distribute throughout the dome. Within the apartments, she'll leave them outside doors, but she'll also hand the treats out to anyone she meets.

Once she's handed out all her baked goods, Rogue heads to the museum exhibit on games. She plans on gathering some of them at the giftshop as well to take home. Feel free to catch her distributing the sweets or wandering about the museum exhibit.]

Hey, what's up guys?

[Rebecca looks a little tired, but she's hanging out in a pile of blankets on the couch with her laptop in her lap. She gives the camera a little salute, taking a pause to sip from her energy drink.]

I'm working on coding something kind of like an online encyclopedia for the intranet here. Kind of like a wiki, if you've heard of those before, on the internet. Basically, it's a way to have people freely edit and create pages of information that can be easily referenced. I was thinking it might come in helpful for people who haven't been here too long, if they've got questions. And since people come and go, having a hardcopy around might keep less information from falling in between the cracks of person to person conversation.

That's not the reason I'm talking to you guys, though.

[She scrunches her nose.] I need a cool name for it. Shoot me some suggestions, or we might just be stuck with Marina-Wiki. And that's kinda lame.