MarinaNova Asylum

Pay attention, numbskulls. Drop what you’re doing. Especially you. Princess. [Caliborn pauses for effect. Even if he sounds like Calliope, his sentences are his trademark staccato and melodrama, with a side of harshness.]

I have won Euphemia’s game. With many questions to spare. Because. I found the object. [This broadcast is suddenly punctuated by the shriek of a harmonica being violently blown into, followed by an equally annoying shriek of laughter.]

She thought she could trick me. On account of my being a superior being who doesn't give a shit about music. Seriously. Who even cares about this blowing device. Not me. [He blows into it again, this time sliding it so that there is some semblance of actual music. Kind of.] What is that? Just noise. But. It is still the perfect accompaniment. To her tears of defeat.

Front and center, wench. Present yourself and admit it. To the entire prison.

That I win. And you. LOSE.

[There’s another harsh harmonica blow.]

[The Cals haven't accumulated too many possessions in their scant few days present in the dome, other than a heaping pile of board games and an equally heaping amount of candy. ... And a bunch of rude notes. All in all, it's not too difficult for Calliope to move it all on her own in one trip, and so she carries everything from Sector 4 to Sector 2, wearing a hoodie and gloves to avoid surprising anyone with her appearance.]

[Once everything has been settled into the new place—meaning that Calliope has to make sure the board game pieces are where they were before, and also to hide the best candy where Caliborn won't look—she'll head back to Sector 4. There is cleaning to be done, as Caliborn single-handedly did everything he could to make a mess of it during their first two days in the prison, and Calliope had just not been able to keep up.]

[She throws open the windows and the front door, no longer caring if people see the mess of candy and garbage and occasional claw or bite marks if they pass by. Calliope doesn't expect to finish everything today, so she tapes up a note on the door: "this apartment needs a thoroUgh and massive cleaning before it is livable. i am taking responsibility for it, so don't worry, bUt i'm sorry for the inconvenience Until then. u~u cheers, callie"]

[At some point during the cleaning, she decides she'd like to get to know some of her fellow inmates, so she tries to break the ice.]

[Voice Only]

This is probably an odd question, but here goes: what do you all have dreams about?

I'll go first: I used to dream about flying around a beautiful golden city, where it was never dark. The clouds would show me omens of the past and future—when I could understand them properly.

I'd like to play a game with all of you if I might. [Because if she doesn't she won't be fulfilling her punishment.] I know yesterday was a little surprising for a lot of us. This might be a good way to relax a little.

I'll think of an object or location that can be found here in Marina—a different one for anyone who wants to play. You can ask me up to 20 questions, but I have to be able to answer with either a yes or a no. You'll use the questions to guess what object I'm thinking of.

And I suppose we can start!

Welcome to Day 212. It will be a lot like Day 211, but drier.

I do hope you had a lovely time at your beach dance. Of course, it seems to have stirred up a couple of you since we have a couple of rule breakers.

Zero Kiryuu: property damage
Yuuki Kuran: property damage

Punishment details will be sent to their communicators. No one was terribly demanding yesterday, so there are no requests to be fulfilled.

To continue yesterday's theme, we will give a lei to anyone who visits the kiosk today. That was L-E-I. Try not to get too excited, Damon and Dirk.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Mail submissions can be left HERE.)

[A pony! Lovely white and blue. But he's mad.] I've never hurt my wife. Ever. And I am not a criminal. I wouldn't be Prince of the Crystal Empire if I was. I don't belong here.

Everything I have done was to protect Equestria and the Crystal Empire. I want to speak with who's in charge here.

We need a Sadie Hawkins. [ seemingly unprompted, but it's been on her mind for a while now. something wholesome and fun that everyone can participate in without pesky age requirements or being weary of stepping foot in a bar or a vampire-owned establishment. ] It's a dance - not as formal as prom, but there's usually a theme of some kind involved. For example, my sorority at Yale was planning on holding a Phantom themed Sadie Hawkins towards the end of the fall semester. Our theme will definitely not be anything involving Andrew Lloyd Webber. Rebekah and I will be working out those details - theme, where, when...

[ because her original vampire bestie is the obvious choice for partner in dance planning crime. ]

Another thing: the girls usually do the asking for a Sadie Hawkins. None of this misogynistic nonsense of waiting for a guy who's never going to notice you to ask you to go to the dance with him. You get to make him sweat and worry that no-one's going to ask him and he'll be forced to go stag. But, since I know not everyone is of the heterosexual persuasion here, I say interpret the tradition as it applies to you. If you're a boy who likes boys, ask a boy. You don't have to go with a girl if that's not who you are. This should be something fun for us, not anything that makes people feel uncomfortable.

It's occurred to me that we're all stuck. Literally. I realize that I'm really slow with not having noticed this sooner. I'll admit, I'm oblivious and don't notice a lot of things, even when they're right in front of me.

What I've realized is that all the future plans Kaoru and I were making together, the accomplishments we have set for ourselves, none of them can be achieved here. We can't reach any of our goals here. Not only do I not have Kaoru, but the things we wanted to do with our lives aren't doable here. One may say that it's just not true; absolutely anything is possible if you have the determination to make it so. But that's not at all what I mean.

I can't possibly turn this place into anything we've ever fantisized about, and for what reason should I bother? We don't need to do anything here other than exist. I don't understand why anyone chooses to become a business owner in this place. Is it only to have something to do? Is it because you were a business owner back home, and it's your way of attempting to make this place feel more like home? There couldn't possibly be anything else to gain from putting in work of that level.

[It's day two since Zero's return to Marina. After spending day one in the quiet of his room, attempting to sleep off the worlds worst headache, he's feeling well enough to venture out of his room and into the facility. There are several things he needs to accomplish today, putting him all over the dome at various times this afternoon.

He needs to check in and get himself back on the Defense Force.
He needs to see if he can get Chanel (Kaoru's ferret he held onto for Hikaru) from the pet cafe.
He needs to visit the horses at the stables.
He needs clothes and other necessities from Bull's Eye.
He needs blood tablets from the convenience store.

He also needs to do an initial count of the number of vampires currently in the dome. A process that will likely take all evening. Sector by sector he moves, some he doesn't need to see in order to place their name and face on his mental list in his head--just knows their presence and they are familiar from sometime during his previous stay here. Others he sees and knows they are a vampire but hasn't learned their name yet--but their face is placed on his list. The last group, the ones he doesn't see or recognise, those are the ones he'll have to keep an eye on until they emerge from their homes. He just knows they are there. They can't hide from him, even if they wanted to.]

[ooc: Feel free to approach him wherever you want.]

( Action )

[Video]
[Placing the unit back on his head, he waited a moment until he knew he could do this without worrying any of the people that he needed to contact or give his condition away immediately to people who might not be thrilled to see him back. With another deep breath, Zero turned on the video function. ]

Hikaru? Yuuri?...Saya?

[A confused pause settled for a moment before he continued.]

Are any of you still here?

[Wherever you go, there they are—sneaky and hidden and biding their time, waiting until they find you all two by two, and then closing in. Happy Mistletoe Day!]

(OOC: Read this for all the details.)

[For her roommates she will be in the house for part of the day, or outside tending to the things she likes to do outside. Either one.

For anyone else that may unsuspectingly run into Jane Crocker this fine day, she is running around town or has just taught her cooking class. Maybe this is happening in cooking class? Whatever the particular person in question is doing while Jane is near.

She heard the announcement earlier in the day, and the absolute look of dread the pulled across her face. Roxy was gone only two days and she was going to be planting her lips on other people if she got caught. SIGH.]

((OOC: In lieu of spamming with posts for all 8 of my characters for kissing purposes, I'm putting up prompts for them all on this one action post! Links are below I may tag around in other posts/the mingle too, but if you want any of mine for the event PLEASE PLEASE DO TAG! I want every single tag for this event!

I don't care if they haven't met yet! Absolutely do not be shy! Also, if anyone wants to call my kids on the network or do non-kiss threads, just indicate such and I'm happy to! Threads can take place at any point in the dayweek, and almost anywhere in the dome.

Links:
+ Lacus Clyne: Everyday walking around prompt | Hot springs prompt for the adventurous~
+ Zelgadis Greywars
+ Cross Marian
+ Penelope Garcia
+ Komui Lee
+ Tony Stark
+ Saya Otonashi
+ Michael Westen))

[Euphie woke up to an assault and injury charge this morning. She was only expecting one of them. Luckily, she didn't have to wake up in the hospital. She was there only briefly to have her wrist put into a splint for the sprain she earned in Sector 6 when she fell.

The injury isn't going to slow her down though. She has things to do at the educational center today, food to pick up, and she might be in sector four where she lives as well not to mention all points in between. Well, all points except Sector 6. She might just avoid that one for awhile.

So, why are you still reading this instead of getting trapped in a shrinking forcefield with her?]

It's one of those morning things again. It's also Day 204 for those of you making tally marks on your walls.

Enjoying some punishments today are Rebekah Mikaelson for assault and Niklaus Mikaelson for injury.

One of the food cards in Sector 0 will be serving meat parfaits for a limited time only. Do try to beat the rush.

[Startling red stained eyes meet the screen only briefly when the device turns on, a pale, short haired brunette appearing within an orange jump suit, before she winches and glances away. Light from the artificial sky shines down upon her face, but she shifts somewhat along the side of a tall, solid building, until it's partially blocked by the shade of what can only be assumed to be another one. Direct light no longer shines in the oddly tinted eyes, but clear discomfort remains in the way she lifts a hand to her head, nails burying within her hair. That gaze lifts again, and amidst the swirling specs of crimson in what should otherwise be a darker shade of brown, one could almost think she'd also cried earlier, or that she'd went too long without sleep.

Tongue flicking out to smooth across soft lips, they part gently. With a shaky breath she finally speaks, a quiet comment and question.]

It only feels like a day, but how long was I really gone for...?

[Back flat to the wall it's more of a support than she likes. Another exhale comes, followed by a short, forced laugh.]

I didn't think I'd have to wear the jumpsuit again.

[The amusement isn't genuine though, more of a distraction, maybe even more for herself, than anything. Her free hand strokes her throat, but quickly lowers to wrap around a slim waist. She closes her eyes and presses on.]

There's still people here that remember me, right?

[ Good evening, Marina. Aidan has made himself comfortable at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and it's pretty obvious that we have some Serious Talking to do, despite the practically perpetual warm smile he's sporting. Let's get down to business! ]

Hey guys. I, uhm... I have some things I've been meanin' to talk to you 'bout and I figured today was as good a day as any. Fresh start an' all that, I mean!

Okay... first of all, a bunch of us were talkin' 'bout makin' a memorial garden or something a while back. It'd be somethin' for th' community to do and somethin' we can remember all those folks that are no longer here by too. People disappear all th' time, right? So it'd be good to have somethin' that keeps all of us together, both th' ones that are still here and th' ones that aren't. [ Aidan. You're rambling. ]

A-anyway, I figured I'd ask around and see what y'all think? I'm pretty good with plants an' growin' stuff, but this should be somethin' we can all help out with. Somethin' we made... not just somethin' that was given to us. So... yeah. Let me know what you think an' if you got any ideas and we'll make somethin' out of it!

[ Clears his throat. Next order of business. ]

Michiru an' I got talkin' over therapy 'bout the theater workshop that Kohran used t' do, an' we were kinda wonderin' if anyone would be interested in keepin' that going? Or... startin' it back up again, I guess. It'd be a shame if it didn't happen.

Alright... that's all. Have a good evenin', y'all! [ And with a little salute, he cuts the feed and waits for the responses. ]

Happy Anniversary, Marina Nova!

The bots have been busy cleaning up the dome and setting up decorations for this momentous occasion, and by now there isn't a nook or cranny left un-pimped! Bright blue MarinaNova flags wave happily in the artificial breeze together with the colorful ribbons that have been wrapped around poles. The streets are illuminated by strings of lights and paper lanterns and each sector gate has been lovingly decorated with fragrant flower garlands.

Of course, that is far from all! There wouldn't be much of a festival without entertainment and your loving wardens have made absolutely sure that there's something for everyone!

( Let the celebrations begin! )

Enjoy!

[Today you will see one (1) Jake English scrambling around all parts of the dome, picking up litter and-- say, are you carrying a bag of groceries? Let him help you. He insists!

Are you trying to reach an itch on your back that you can't reach? Let him help you.

Trying to master a new move? Let him help you.

Jake wants to earn as many points as he can despite Veridical basically saying he's a dumbass who just got convicted for murder. He will prove himself all the while doing his best to get Dirk's (late) birthday present!!

Problem is he's kind of too helpful and perhaps a bit too clumsy.]

[All things considered, Zatanna looks fairly calm as the feed turns on. There's no murderous glint in her eyes, no sadness, or even the slightest hint of annoyance...other than the giant earmuffs she had placed over her ears to block out that awful music.]

[Because of this, her voice is slightly louder than usual as she addresses the Network.]

Now, based on past experience with the Gruesome Twosome, I'm guessing "encouraged" is Warden-speak for "practically mandatory"...which, for once, I'm actually kinda okay with. I even have a couple idea in mind. Might need an assistant or two, though.

Any volunteers? I promise it's nothing dangerous.

[Jane comes over the feed. She meant to inform everyone yesterday, but you know how things go here sometimes. You get busy and you really just don't have the time to communicate with the rest of your community.

She's holding up a brochure entitled "Why skipping Group Therapy is Unacceptable".]

So my punishment for skipping group therapy on day one hundred ninety six was to write a brochure stating why my actions were wrong and unacceptable. Anywhere around the prison now you may pick up one of these brochures and give it a read. There are mass quantities placed in the Post Office just in case other places are running out.

[Anyone who picks up a copy will discover that Jane indeed made a brochure. But our of her resentment, and anger towards the good warden Veridical she has made some snide and snarky remarks inside. She will not apologize, and she is certainly NOT sorry for the things she wrote. No worry, it does stick to the theme of "Why skipping Group Therapy is Unacceptable".]

How is everyone? I haven't asked in quite some time.