MarinaNova Asylum

[Helix will be bundled up tight and out delivering his gifts to people, nicely gift wrapped or tucked in holiday bags. Some of you will get yours face to face, others (like his enemies for instance) will have theirs left on a doorstep or where they can find them. Feel free to run into him, even if he doesn't have a present for you!

Be forewarned, at some point once he's done playing santa he will start a snowball fight!]

((ooc: Basically this is a catchall post, open to anyone and everyone. We can thread out gift-giving or handwave it's up to you! Feel free to note he pelted some passerby with snow or just wander up and have a cup of cocoa with him. Anything goes!))

[ Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening! A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland inside-out snowglobe at the bottom of the sea!

The prison is sparkly-white on this fine, crisp day, covered in a thick, fluffy layer of pristine snow. Bots are keeping the walkways free and safe for organic travel, but it isn't hard to find spaces fit for snowball fights, fort-building or snow angels! If the chill gets to you, there's plenty of hot, seasonal beverages readily available, along with other christmas-y snacks. Maybe you'd like to visit the Santa exhibit at the museum, or do a little last-minute shopping for presents? Perhaps you're already set to celebrate the holiday!

Whatever it is you want to do, this is the place to do it! ]

(( ooc: Mingle to your hearts contents! Event info can be found over here! ))

[Bro’s been a very busy man as of late! Though it’s true he spends a good amount of his valuable time harassing babyself and co., he has other important things to do. Plans to set in motion. “What kind of plans?” you might ask.

Let me tell you right now that you probably don’t want to know.

But regardless, you’re going to find out.]

Yo.

Aight, I got a pretty damn successful business back home and I’ve been thinkin’ of opening a storefront here. I like havin’ shit to do. Keeps me honest and all. But given the…nature…of the store in mind, I figured I should test the waters and I got a few questions.

If you ain’t too busy, mind if I hit you up?

…I’d say only 18 and up need respond but since it don’t seem like you gotta be legal to drink here, I’m guessin’ the age restrictions on the distribution of pornographic materials also ain’t countin’. So go ahead, I guess.

What a fuckin’ lawless den of iniquity.

[ooc: So if that wasn’t clear, Bro is hoping to set up an adult novelty store (pretty much a retail outlet for his smuppets and other sex toys) in Marina!! That’s what the questions he ask will be about and, provided your character looks/sounds over 16 (Bro actually does have some limitations to his grossness), they will be potentially embarrassing and deeply personal things like: are you in a relationship, are you sexually active, do you look at porn (on the internet, in print, etc), have you ever used a toy before on yourself/on someone else, is there anything that would enhance your sex life here, things like that.]

[It's been a couple of days since Jane has addressed the network. The last couple of times for mundane things or something that didn't really matter in the long run. She's been doing what most prisoners here are doing, living. Not that she means to be a downer about their situation! She is even saying this with full knowledge and experience during the events of previous days. She is simply lamenting past days and more present ones. The force is hardly disturbed here.]

Do you ever feel like you're doing the same thing over and over?

[The question is direct, and to the point. She doesn't intend for this to be negative. She just wonders how many people feel like they are stuck in a routine. Jane has tried lots of things to remedy this! Teaching a class, holding dinners, learning about ectobiology.]

Let me back that up by saying this isn't negative! I just wish to know if there are others who feel stuck sometimes? [Even with the monsters, even with the morning announcements! Jane can't help but feel bored sometimes.]

Suggestions on breaking a routine would also be appropriate right now I suppose!

(Private to Dirk and Jake, also voice)

Greetings fellows! My apologies for being less than talkative for the past couple of days. I was actually working on a little something. But nevermind that for now! Have either of you two seen Roxy? I don't recall seeing her this morning.

[ well, shit.

he's been here for nearly a full day now without saying anything. and you know what? he's tempted to keep it that way. but eventually, he's going to have to say something - gotta make his presence known. gotta enlighten the masses. gotta post within a week of being accepted. what? a third reason? there is no third reason. dave strider works entirely within the framework of double parallelisms. he's just that kind of guy.

and so, for entirely non-meta reasons, dave strider clicks on the audio feed, clears his throat, and begins his speech. ]

Well, shit. Looks like it finally happened. No real surprise here, right? The RIAA always needs new victims – they're corporate bloodsuckers, and they've got to find cattle somewhere. I mean, fuck, they're literally the man. The men? Shit, is the man really a collective noun here? That's fucked up, yo.

[ is he getting off track? maybe. will that stop him? NO SIRREE. ]

Anyway, so. We've got a bunch of suits sitting at a table Dr. Strangelove style, discussing who to sue next, right? And they're like, how about this rad dude, all pointing at an IP address on the holoscreen, since he's just too cool for us to handle any longer. And a few of the guys in the back, Connors and Jenkins - fuckin' Jenkins, man, just started here last week, doesn't really have his bearings yet - have the balls to ask well, what exactly makes him special? And see, here's the thing - he really is a fucking menace. Dude downloads like an LP a week. He got himself a free copy of Photoshop, without even paying for a student license. And you know what the worst part is? He keeps his seeder ratio above one point five.

[ he has the audacity to give a vaguely apathetic gasp. ]

What, one point five? You're fucking with me, right? Nope - dude's just a fucking paragon of shitty internet pirates.

[ ...he clears his throat. this got out of hand quickly. ]

...anyway, that's basically how I got thrown in fucking underwater prison for piracy and goddamn cyberbullying. Take notes here, kids. Don't make the same mistakes I did - drink your milk, don't do drugs, stay in school and all that shit.

[ ... ]

Oh, and try to avoid multiple counts of genocide if you can. I mean, that kind of takes a backseat to forging a digital signature on porn site splash pages, but its gotta count for something, right? Right. I'm out.

[ click! ]

[Calliope clears her throat. The arcade's first-floor cacophony can be heard in the background, though muffled. Even though she sounds like Caliborn, she's so very much kinder and warmer.]

Sooo... This is "Callie"! Thank you to everyone who donated or traded your chocolate to me while we were at the other place, and to those of you who offered me kind words. I hope everyone is alright, and made it back safely! [Though she hasn't heard from Roxy.]

... on that note, has anyone else noticed bruises and the sort being in different places than they were yesterday? It's rather peculiar...

Um, but, anyway. [She sounds a bit more nervous, now, voice a bit shaky and laugh with an edge of giggle on it.] It's not as though there's currency worry about, but if anyone would like to be repaid in kind and company, I'm on the second floor of the Arcade with some snacks. It's the one with the tables and the card and board games.

Maybe we could also play something together? Oh- and we can also go to one of the other floors, if anyone prefers a different game! This just seemed the most fitting place to start at, with the candy and soda...

[Calliope really wants to spend time with everyone and anyone.]

[This is a bigger deal to her than it may be for most; she's so convinced of her own horrific monsterly-ness that she feels like asking people to spend time with her is imposing. Part of her doesn't even expect anyone to respond or show up, beyond maybe her friends from home. Still, after she learned about Caliborn's little frypan rampage and constant attempts at upsetting people, she feels a need to try and cement herself as the green-eyed cherub who just wants to make friends.]

[That is why, true to her word, Calliope is camping out at one of the game tables. She's wearing a hoodie tugged up to somewhat disguise her appearance, but she's on the lookout for people who appear to be looking for her. There are long moments of keeping busy by shuffling skills and snacking on her small assorted collection of candy, too.]

[And, before she tries to put it off any longer...]

[Private | Filtered to Aradia]

Umm. Hello, dear. Would you like to, ah... [She trails off, realizing there are approximately two dozen ways to end that sentence, and she can't pick one.]

Uh, guys? I think I know what happened to the giant sea creature we had knock, knock, knocking on our lack of a door a few days ago.

[He pans the video down to what one of the street food carts in sector 0 is serving today.]

Too soon?

[ The lady on camera is quite notably not wearing the standard issue jumpsuit, but instead a rather fetching top and skirt ensemble. Must've taken the time to get changed before addressing the network. She certainly doesn't seem as frazzled as new arrivals tend to be. ]

Good morning. [ A pleasant, warm contralto. ] As startling as it is to wake up in such new surroundings, I have to say I'm enjoying myself quite a bit already! It's a wonderful place, isn't it?

What do you like best about it? What are your favorite things to do?

Hey, everyone. I'm sure there are still plenty of people I haven't met yet. I'm Asami. Asami Sato. And I want to... [She actually isn't rightly sure how to preface this question, so she launches right in.]

Do you feel safe here? The Wardens aren't trying to hurt us, but there's plenty of other... stuff. [Like people trying to hurt each other.] Does it worry you?

[Asami will be spending a large chunk of the day either out wandering to see what random bits of detritus she might be able to find around the prison or at home looking to see what she can make out of it.]

[ the feed clicks on, showing a very consternated young woman. and then off. and then on! off! on! off! betty has no idea what she's doing, but there's a switch and she's flipping it back and forth angrily because she can't tell whether it's on or off and didn't pay as close attention to her welcome speech as she should have. ]

Stupid, bloody -- [ off. on. ] -- piece of -- [ off. on. ] -- even is this -- [ off. on, steadily now that she's taken the damn thing off and looked at what she was doing. that helps! but now she looks like she's about to cry and is trying very hard to be stiff upper lip about it. ]

What kind of prison gives you some comic book gadget, anyway? [ she takes some deep breaths now that the battle of the weird head thing is over. deep and calming, leading to an awkward pause as she realizes just what was on that list of crimes. now she's afraid and offended. ]

You know, that list of crimes is a bunch of bunk. If they think building bombs to stop Hitler is a crime then they're a bunch of Nazis!

[ probably (most assuredly) not the best first impression, but the feed clicks off again before she has a chance to fix it. ]

[Euphie's voice is soft and she omits the video this time, opting only for sound, which she very rarely does.]

I just wanted to thank everyone for their help in the other prison. I'm extremely sorry for the the things I said and did. I'm especially sorry to those I hurt and scared. I'm not feeling any of those urges anymore since we returned. I hope I never do again.

[She pauses, wanting to say more. Wanting to put it right. But what can she say? She called for the deaths of innocent people. She considers offering to leave the school to someone else's care, but she also doesn't want to burden anyone. In the end, there's not much more to say. She isn't looking for sympathy. She just wants people to know they're safe.] Thank you for your time.

[Private | Yuuki]
Yuuki, I... [Her voice shakes a bit.] Are you feeling better?

[Private | Housemates]
I would understand if you don't feel comfortable living with me anymore.

[Look who's back. Back again. Look who's back tell a friend. He looks livid but more rational, for now.]

How could I possibly have been asleep for 45 days?!

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 223 ]
of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm and sunny with clear skies ].

The [ disruptions ] from earlier have been stabilized and the facility is operating according to [ standard perimeters ]. We apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you.

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! )

[ It's a wonderful, stormy day here in Squall Asylum and vacation time is officially over! Your gracious overlords have worked out a light itinerary for you today and they expect you to keep it.

Get in line to pick up your food rations for the day. Eat breakfast if you have time for it, or perhaps you'd rather skip this one time and save yourself the discomfort during the two hours of exercise that follow. Jogging, jumping jacks or perhaps impromptu team sports, whatever you end up doing you bet you'll come out exercised in the end!

Should you not want to participate... well. We have ways to make you join in. Anyone reluctant to get their heart rate up will get a helpful electric prod by one of the bots until they comply. Tough cookies.

Luckily you'll get a chance to wash off that sweat (hope you're not shy, the wash room can get crowded) before it's time for the silent game for an hour, followed by lunch. The day is not over yet though! There's still time for a couple of hours of hard labor tending to the crops, doing laundry or perhaps breaking bricks in the yard. To make sure none of the inmates are broken this is also the time for mandatory physical checkups — bots will guide you to the hospital. No ifs or buts. The violation of personal privacy is for your own good, we promise.

Isn't it nice, being in prison? ]

((ooc: This mingle takes place during all of day 222. A bullet-point for of the itinerary can be found here, where we also encourage you to direct any questions. Event info is here if you need it. ))

[The sound of a trumpet rings out before a mechanical, quick-speaking, energetic voice rings out.]

This just in! It's the morning of Day 222 here in Squall Asylum. Here's hoping you're all refreshed and ready for the day! We have some special activities just for you!

You have a whopping full hour to get dressed, report to the kiosk for your rations and then prepare and eat your breakfast before reporting to the yard for exercise time. Don't worry about showering just yet, folks. That comes after the two-hour exercise block where you will stretch and engage in your choice of walking, jogging, or running for your cardio followed by resistance training. Weights will be provided in a variety of sizes! We'll even allow brief rest breaks complete with water refreshments!

But it doesn't end there! Next, you'll all head into the showers. The last ones there will smell like the rotten eggs the longest! After that, you have an hour of meditation where we will have absolute silence followed by a one-hour lunch period. Make sure to clean up after yourselves!

The next four hours are very important and full of options! You can choose to work on the farm, break rocks in the yard, or clean clothes and linens in the laundry facility. You can even do all three. Just make sure to spend at least an hour at each destination. No wafflers in this prison! During this time you will be led away to the hospital for a physical inspection to make sure your body is in full working order.

Your evening is your own for further food preparation and free time until lights out.

Press your communicator's map button twice for a digest of the schedule. Stay hydrated. Stay safe. Be productive, and most importantly, remember it is all mandatory and violators will be neutralized! Have a wonderful day.

[action | open]
( The musings and wanderings of a depowered mutant )

[video | defense force filter]
Our new warden made this sound temporary. I guess we'll see about that. Since this place isn't set up in sectors, and we're missing some leaders* I'm going to do some temporary shuffling. When [If] we get back we'll need to select some more leaders. Until then, listen up because these are the assignments:

Sectors 0, 2, and 6 are under me. We'll watch the living quarters.

Sectors 3 and 1 combine under Jack. You take the yard.

Sectors 5 and 4 combine under Buffy. Handle the extra areas. Putting a fence up around that farm was like tying a ribbon around it, and everyone wants to open their present. [Including one of our own apparently.]

Anyone who is not combat ready without powers can assist dispatch or investigative. Do not engage if you can't handle it. You're not being brave; you're making it harder on everyone around you. Don't make me babysit. You know who you are.

Dispatch, keep doing what you do. Feed us any information we need from the network and route teams if we get a distress call. We stay in contact with each other through them.

No headquarters yet. We've barely got enough rooms to go around as it is, but I need the investigative team working this from every angle. If you're on a combat team and the investigative team consider yourself all investigation for now unless you're also a team leader. [Yes, Jack, that means you.] Reid's in charge with Derek gone.

We've already got a known situation with Euphie and the green one. [Realizing she doesn't know his name.] Report if you've got it under control otherwise I want all teams on the watch for them. Expect more trouble. New setting, new wardens, no rules. People are going to be pushing the boundaries. Push back.

Got issues? Let's hear it.

( OOC )

[ Closed to Jane Crocker, Jake English, and whichever cherub is awake at the moment ]

Where are you?


[ Open ]

Who wants to start some hardcore prison barter system? Give me your candy bar for my piece of cabbage or I'll shank you with my toothbrush, etc.

Actually, are we even still calling it "prison"? This place has a more backwater feel to it than MarinaNova, so I feel some slang is in order. "The slammer", maybe? "The clink" implies metal cell bars, so I don't think that's appropriate. "The big house". I don't know, I'm still relatively new to this life of crime shit. Thoughts?

[There are so many things Euphie would like to do today. She would like to inspire and reassure people not to lose heart in this trying situation. She would love to motivate people to work together, using their strengths to the best of their abilities. They could make their meals together! They could entertain each other. They could do so many things.

But, right now, there is one thing she wants more than any of that.]

Good morning, everyone!

I hope you all slept well. We have a lot to accomplish today, so we need to get started! Please look around and see if there is anything you can use as a weapon and then please use it to kill any Japanese people you find! And if you are Japanese it would be very helpful if you could just kill yourself!

Once they are all dead, dead, dead maybe we could play a word game!


(OOC: So, that geass (see also: compulsion) of Euphie's? It was "fixed" in game. Right now? It's unfixed and with powers off it'll be staying that way for the next two days which means she's going to be trying to kill all the Japanese inmates. I am totally open to having her hurt people and having her get hurt or locked up or encouraged or anything ever. Just no killing my girl. Aaaand go!)

[Wake up and smell the lack of coffee. You're on a bunk bed. Maybe you're a top and maybe you're a bottom. There are five other people in your room. Maybe they're friends or enemies or faces you barely recognize if at all. It doesn't matter much. You can leave this room and you don't need to come back to it.

You should get your rations though. You're probably hungry. You're definitely a little sluggish of body. What happened to that bruise you got sparing yesterday? What happened to your newly dyed hair? Mystery, mystery... Move along. Find the public bathrooms and do your business with a hundred of your closest friends.

Find the kiosk and get your rations. Careful not to let anyone steal them. You won't get more until tomorrow and the bots won't care. They aren't here to hold your hand. If you get sick or hurt and they deem it necessary they will take you to the hospital whether you wish it or not. But why dwell on such things? You're here now and you might as well enjoy it. You even get a free day today.]

(OOC: OOC info. This mingle takes place in the Main shelter over the morning hours.

[ Wakey wakey, criminals! You've got a fast-talking, metallic baritone yelling at you over the loudspeakers! ]

Gooooodmorning you little cretins! It's a stormy day here in Squall Asylum so all you happy campers out there better not be scared of lightning.

It's day... eh, who cares. It's a day and we've got a whole buttload of refugees in the house, isn't that exciting? I'm Savvy and I'll be your generous overlord on this fine, fine day. I'd introduce you to my co-pilot Au Courant, but what's the point of spending all the surprises in one go, huh? Exactly.

As you may have noticed, Dorothy, you are no longer in Kansas. Our fellow colleagues over at MarinaNova had some technical difficulties on their hands and asked us to babysit your sorry asses until they've got their shit in order. I know, it sucks for us too but what can you do. If I may direct your attention to the snazzy little headsets you've got, you'll now be able to find a map over Squall Asylum through the menu function. As you may have noticed, we're not quite as posh as your cushiony correctional facility and what you can do about that is sit down, shut up and deal.

Rations will be handed out through the pickup window. Don't try to sneak in for seconds, we know what your DNA looks like. Also, for the sake of everyone's happiness, clean up after yourselves. Your mama doesn't work here.

Oh, and one more thing.... to show our benevolence to you poor, unfortunate souls, there will be no mandatory activities today. Consider it a gift from the bottom of our circuits. You're welcome.

(( OOC: Welcome to Squall Asylum! All Kiosk requests will be handled by Savvy! Event info can be found over here! ))