MarinaNova Asylum

[Rose can be found sitting in the middle of the pet cafe. Despite the fact that she's got a passel of kittens crawling over her, one on her shoulder and is cuddling one in both hands, she looks miserable. She's obviously been crying a lot and fairly recently. There's a definite pout & mope sort of expression to her face. When she speaks, her voice reflects her expression.]

Doctor's gone.

I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' a kitten.

[Before he left actually, but she thinks it's an even better idea now.]

Call him Doctor. Maybe John Smith or Oncomin' Storm. Y'know. Somethin' like that.

[ the feed turns on showing a turn table spinning, the dulcet tones of a jazz band echoing across the network. Peggy is resting, leaning back in a chair next to the table, one hand slowly swirling a drink before she takes a sip.

But then she set the glass down, letting the woman’s voice wash over her as she turned her full attention to the feed. After all, she did turn it on for a reason. ]

A sentimental journey… It makes one believe that some evenings should be made of memories, don't you think? If you have a few tales to tell, I’d love to hear them.

[ affected by the potion, Peggy’s been wallowing in her nostalgia all day. It’s time she stopped thinking of him, of what might have been. As the song suggested, it was only sentimental. ]

[ unaware of the conversation data had with captain picard this morning, seven is going about her daily routine as usual. this afternoon's activities include: stopping by the bistro to acquire nutritional supplements (food), making her rounds through the five sectors with her tricorder in attempt to detect any anomalies or variances in usual dome activity, swinging by the library to grab a book or two, and finally stopping by the computer lab to tinker more with a project of hers. such a busybody, as always -- feel free to run into her as she's making her rounds or at any of the afore mentioned locations in sector two. ]

You know, there's no real point in my pursuing the whole movie thing now that the guy who put me up to it is gone, but I'm gonna follow through. Besides, it's a good time killer.

We have no intention of making this thing any good, but anyone who wants to be in it come to the TV studio.

Peggy? Raven? Artemis? You guys come too. Just for fun.

[Private to his Double.]

So I'm thinking about recruiting that unicorn...

[ The girl you see on your screen is only identifiable as a girl so far as the fact that she's slight, and has a curvy figure. She's dressed in a skin-hugging ensemble from head to toe, complete with gadget belt, boots, gloves, and cape, and is masked - almost her entire face. Only her lips are exposed. Her hair is swept back into a long braided ponytail, which sticks out of a head-cover, attached to the mask on her face and connected at the back of the neck to her bodice. She's essentially entirely covered, neck included, aside from her mouth. She has a large bracelet around her wrist, with things attached that are difficult to discern from a distance. When she speaks, her voice takes on a regal and commanding tone. Serious, and not sounding much like the Claire you all know and love. ]

I know he's here somewhere... [ Then she shouts a challenge, ready to face her archnemesis - or so she thinks. ] Watchmaker! Show yourself!

[ action - housemates ]
[Something is different about the dome today. It's not as weird looking -- it almost looks like Republic City. Which basically just makes things even weirder. The clothes Garcia bought her have also been switched for an outfit that looks like something the Fire Lord would wear.]

What is going on?!


[ open action ]
[It's one thing to say you're not going to give up on escaping. Actually making a plan to escape is something else entirely. Korra's not a planner by nature; she doesn't even know where to begin with a jailbreak. The sudden change in her surroundings doesn't make it any easier.

By late morning, she's made her way to the koi garden in Trois Park. She sits there, trying to meditate. Maybe Aang or Kyoshi or Roku would have suggestions. Unfortunately, even with her Avatar powers unlocked... meditating is hard.]

We meet at last, Lady Korra.

[She knows that voice... She looks up, horrified, at a terrifyingly familiar face.]

[Duo was hanging out at the basketball courts today. He had a ball out and was shadow dueling. It was something he did when he was bored... playing against a fake opponent, dodging and turning, bouncing around.]

[video]

Hey... other me. You up for some one-on-one?

[ Angel spent the first few days in the library. And then he kissed people he was not happy about kissing. He's not in the best of moods. But, he's smoothed things over with Buffy. And he has a few calls to make.

Before making those calls, he can be seen walking to The Blood Shack, stocking up on pig's, and walking bag. He doesn't stay long. He can also be found in Trois Park in sector 3, sitting quietly. He's taking five minutes to sketch. ]

∞ private video l sam winchester

We haven't officially met yet. Again. I was told we worked together. Before. I kept whatever we found - if we found anything from everyone I knew. Can we trade notes? I'll show you mine.

∞ private video l cordelia chase

Hey. Do you want to take a walk today?

∞ private video l dawn summers

I'm sorry for how I reacted. It was a rough day. I shouldn't have said what I said. Or gotten an attitude. Are we okay?

[ and finally, he switches the feed to public ]

∞ public video

Tell me those bots are over and done with. Who wants to take part in finding and dismantling them?

[Waking up is always disorienting for Peter. Waking up in an unfamiliar place wearing clothes that aren’t his is nearly panic inducing. It’s enough that he doesn’t really absorb or register the welcome message that is presented to him. His mind jumps to conclusions: maybe what happened to Dr. Connors is happening to him; the spider DNA is taking over the human DNA and he’s blacking out. Maybe the police caught him and he has a massive head injury, which is why he can’t remember how he got here wearing a prison jumpsuit.

Except…except when he looks around, this isn’t like any prison he’s ever seen, any he’s ever heard of. Once he calms down, he notices that he’s nearly deaf and blind which brings about a fresh wave of panic during which he realizes he’s neither deaf or blind, he’s simply lacking all the spidey senses he’s become so accustomed to. After some experimentation involving doorknobs and benches, he discovers that his super strength is gone as well. It becomes apparent his balance has returned to normal pre-bite clumsy when he trips over his own feet walking over to sit on the bench he’d just been trying to mutilate. That’s when he finally pays attention the information he’s been given and figures out (to a degree) what’s going on. He doesn’t contact the network quite yet though. Instead, he liberates a pair of jeans, a tee shirt, tennis shoes and a hoody, changes into them and hits the food stands. It’s only after he’s dressed and has been fed that he decides to navigate the network. At least his tech knowledge and ability hasn’t been stripped from him.]

And suddenly I’m in Sci-Fi Land, which I always thought should be a real place in Disneyland. I mean they’ve got Tomorrowland, but who are we kidding? It didn’t look anything like what I imagined the future would be. They could bling it out with tech and holograms, all kinds of shiny things and lights, people walking around in too much latex. Maybe an alien or two, the friendly sort…

[He stops rambling and his brow furrows a moment.] That—that got away from me. Any chance Oscorp has their fingers in this?

[ He’d question NYPD because they want Spiderman gone as much as anyone, but he doesn’t think they have the juice or funds to make that happen, not to mention that as far as he knows, they don’t know Peter Parker and Spiderman are one and the same.]

[ooc: If you’d like to action, you can catch Peter in sector 0 wearing the orange jumpsuit, trying to break a bench or a doorknob or a something. You can come upon him sitting on the bench and learning all about Marinanova or shopping in the clothing stores or scarfing down an incredible amount of food at any number of street vendors]

[ Data can't simply choose to stay inside to avoid the bots today. The notion doesn't even occur to him since it's entirely ridiculous - it's not as if he hasn't been through far worse situations than kissing a few people. At absolute worst, he'll have to deal with some mild awkwardness. (Hardly anything that would faze him.) More ideally, he might be able to scan one of the bots with his tricorder and figure out what their deal is.

So, he goes about his day. He does his patrol for the defense force in sector 5, he wanders through the other sectors to observe the day's goings-on in the dome. He pauses at a few spots, to observe the koi pond and the animals at the pet café. He's thought quite a lot about all the people he misses, of course - he just happens to miss his cat, too.

Of course, that leaves plenty of opportunity to run into him. ]

[He's on screen laying in bed, staring at the ceiling while the light from the outside bleats through his window blinds. He's got black lines under his eyes.]

I haven't slept all night, so might wanna apologize ahead of time in case I'm short with anyone.

I'm gonna check out the TV station today if anyone wants to join me.

[Oz is out in the open amidst all the celebrations. Going directly from a battle to a celebration? That’s a shocker. He’d just had Kelden in his arms. Bayarmaa was badly injured. So many dead wolves. So many dead Slayers. So many dead humans. And now instead of smoke it smells like cotton candy.

Oz’s reaction? He looks left. He looks right. His brow furrows as the memories of this place flood back into his brain space. And then…]

Huh.

[ seven of nine is restless to the point of entertaining the idea of offering to repair this facility's mundane assortment of technology and appliances. hardly worth of someone of her skills, but on voyager, there was always something for her to do, some task that needed to be completed. she's a busybody, and idleness does not suit her. nor does participation in extracurricular activities without prompting from others, but in the absence of duty and necessity, she is beginning to understanding their usefulness beyond basic moral upkeep. ]

Penelope Garcia, Dean Winchester -- a word?

► PRIVATE | ENCRYPTED TO LIEUTENANT COMMANDER DATA

Commander, I have a theory about the dome that I wish to share with you and get your opinion on before I take my findings to the Captain. I feel a discussion in person would be more secure than one held over the network.

[ during the morning hours, seven can be found in various parts of sector two for all your action-y needs. ]

[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.

[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. )

[The group 5 therapy attendees will all get a message telling them to report to the butterfly pavilion in Två Park in sector 2. When they arrive they'll find extra benches have been set up for their session. There is also a table with bitter coffee, sour lemonade, and an assortment of cookies. There are also several cards suggesting various activities, games, and talking points.]

( Possible prompts )

[If people choose to participate in any of the prompts the robots release them sooner. This is made clear as each person enters.]

(OOC: Anyone is welcome to be directed to this group whether you made it in time for the random sorting or not. Mingle style. Assume threadjacking and overhearing is welcome unless otherwise marked since it is a relatively small room and group. Even private conversations won't be super private. You are not limited to the questions, scenarios, or games listed above. Assume there are more!)

[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.

[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.