MarinaNova Asylum

[ Morning ]
<sub>[ Kirk's morning was not all that notable - unless one counted completely changing genders as notable. Kirk rather did, and he spent a good couple of hours revolving between panic, being pissed, and curios. After all, it wasn't every day you go from being a six food man to a six foot woman with a short bob and D-cups.

Eventually, he reasoned this must be a glitch, and as frustrating as it was, he could either hide in the apartment all day and be pissed, or live his life. He chose the latter, because like hell he was letting these Wardens mess with him and push him around. But it became immediately apparent that his first stop would need to be the clothing store. His normal black shirt fit well enough (albeit stretched at the front), but the jeans were no longer fit for his hips and his shoes were just a bit to big.

So one could find him wandering with ill fitting clothes, or trying them on in the shop, and after that he made his way to coffee shops for breakfast. Don't mind him licking the sweetness from his fingers as he devours a danish or two. ]</sub>

[ Afternoon ]
_{[ From there he just did what he normally did. He walked through town, stopping in the library to pick up a new book from the stacks - maybe two. He made his way to the beach for a bit, attempting to read, which he couldn't concentrate on despite his best efforts. That being the case, he made his way to a quieter, more secluded part of the beach, stripping down and wading into the water to go for a swim (he found it much more soothing than the pool and it was a fascinating sensation in his new body). Eventually he tired of that, though, and after he dried he returned to his apartment to change into workout gear he'd acquired at the clothing shop and went to gymnasium instead. Yeah, punching things always did make him feel better. ]}

[ Early Evening ]
<sub>[ With little else in the way of evening entertainment, Kirk took dinner at one of the cafes again and then went to browse the bars, because damn this day had him yearning for a drink. He thought all of them in the dome could use a drink and it was a good thing that the drinks were free. Oh, was that a pool table? Please be a pool table, he needed just about anything to distract him right about now. ]

[ ooc: Kirk is glitched throughout the post and is now a woman for Day 417. If you would like a specific prompt let me know - open to anything! ]</sub>

(OOC: Event Info)

[Martha wasn't sure where Jack's and Ianto's relationship was since her talks with them two days prior. And she wouldn't have bothered them, except the Doctor was gone. She'd been by his place to make sure, and checked the communication device. No Doctor. Her face and tone are carefully neutral when her image shows up.]

Just wanted to let you two know, The Doctor seems to be gone, again.

Jack's out and about today but he's starting to like Mistletoe Days less and less the longer he's here. And especially just now – given the current delicate state of his blue-band relationship, getting caught by a bot today just seems like it'll be asking for trouble!

Nevertheless, he will inevitably get caught. A man can't live without his coffee, and he's determined to make up for his binge drinking over the last couple of days (or twenty years) by getting back into his early morning swim routine.

He's kind of looking for Ianto too. A little too nervous to actually call him and get this talking thing started, more kind of hoping he'll just run into him and – well. Things will just happen.

((OOC: Decided to put this in a separate post for easier navigation on potentially long threads!))

((Note: NSFW happenings in the Ianto thread (surprise surprise!!!) ))

[EVENT INFO]

Kirk – action

He wakes slowly, mostly trying not to. Yesterday was a shit day and he doesn't really want to face this one.

Unfortunately, he's starting to surface anyway and, as he does, things start to fall into place. Ianto and Kirk and everything else – and how, exactly is he waking up in the same way as yesterday in the apartment he (presumably) (hopefully) still shares with Ianto, yet with Kirk wrapped around him once again?

"Fuck."

Ianto – video

[Eventually, he screws up the courage to call Ianto. Tense and wary, pretty much terrified by how much impact what happened yesterday/twenty years in the future might have on today.]

Hey.

[Video/Action | OPEN]
So that...happened.

I've been here for awhile and for those of you who are on the newer side of things, I wish I had some keen insight for you, but that's just one of the games they play. It was kind of a remix of some of their old ones. [She's seen people remember more future before and seen people think they were connected to others in new ways. She had a husband for a day once before.] I think it's just important to remember who you are without their toying and lean on people when you need to. We're in this together.

I don't think what we saw was a real future even if parts of it seemed like they were. There were some conflicting outlooks. Of course, that hasn't stopped me from trying to remember exactly how we overthrew them in mine. [It hasn't stopped her from thinking about a lot of things it brought up.]

Anyway... [She hopes you're all okay. She would have been better at saying that yesterday when it was still twenty years from now. So, she just ends the feed there and you might find her out and about looking particularly thoughtful. Maybe absently walking through solid objects including you! As one does.]

[Action | Closed to Chekov]
[Before her broadcast or any other calls there is just a girl waking up next to a boy. Everything feels right at first. She snuggles closer and the details don't feel important. Are they still in the future? Was yesterday a dream or an experiment? It doesn't matter yet. She's only half awake and warm and comfortable.]

[Video | Closed to Jack]
Hey, so, how are things? [Concerned but also unsure how to ask if yesterday ruined his relationships for real.]

[Video | Closed to Ianto]
Need a coffee? [Code for "let's talk."]

[Ianto doesn't have to open his eyes to know they're back. He can feel his heart beating, his chest rising and falling with each breath and that's all the information he needs to tell him those twenty years never happened, that it was all just another glitch full of false memories and fake emotions. The problem is that it doesn't feel that way at all. Everything that happened yesterday feels all too real, too possible. It might have been something invented by the Wardens but he knows that given the choice he would have caused thing to play out exactly the same way. The vampire bit isn't all that frightening or worrying; it's something he's thought of occasionally, never with any real seriousness but if they really were trapped here for that long then yes, it's a choice he would make.

And then there's everything that happened with Jack which of course is what's really hurting him, making him have sudden, painful doubts where none have ever existed before. Because as much as he hates to admit it to himself that feels suspiciously possible, too. Jack has always found the bands in the place limiting and yesterday feels like a very real idea of what he'd do if they vanished. He also knows himself well enough to suspect he really would let it get to him, bottle it all up until it exploded and ended everything. He can't stop thinking about what he said yesterday, about how he wished he could go back and end it with him before any of it happened.

It's something he's scared to consider so he tries to focus on the one good thing from yesterday which is how happy he was with Spike, how well this had worked out for them both, how in love they still were. He rolls over, snuggling closer and wrapping himself up in his arms, not even sure what he wants to say yet, just knowing that as soon as he lets himself think about anything else things are going to start to hurt.]

Over the last twenty years there have been good times and there have been bad times. This is not one of the good times. Things were quite heady for a while in the early days, what with the thrill of exploring a new relationship with Ianto and Spike, and then of overthrowing the wardens and finding their real bodies again – and getting rid of the damn sex bands once and for all. But they still couldn't escape, and that meant he was potentially here literally forever, with no end ever in sight. Nothing new to see, no new people, nothing changing ever. Not even Ianto, since Spike turned him (which, obviously, is a good thing, but still an increasingly stagnant one).

Is it any wonder his periods of rebellion from the confines of that relationship – as one of the few things he can actually change here – are getting more and more frequent? This latest break is the strongest and longest yet, and it's got to the point where he and Ianto aren't even speaking to each other. Thank goodness there are at least still some people who'll put up with him!

Open

He's let his routine slide somewhat over the years. What's the point in keeping fit and alert when a) it's all virtual and b) there's no hope of ever getting out of here? It's not like he really gets out of shape anyway. So today you're less likely to find him swimming and patrolling than in a coffee shop or a bar drinking away the hours. Or perhaps in the spa, enjoying the temporary comfort of a hot tub? Your chances of finding him aggressively cheerful and flirty are about even with those of finding him morose and depressed. They're both his ways of coping.

Physically, there are a couple more grey hairs, a couple more laugh lines (because he still laughs, even if it's more dryly than before), but otherwise he hasn't changed. He still wears the same outfit, that's never going to change.

For Kirk

Things aren't so bad when he has Kirk to wake up next to. Any warm body is better than none, and Kirk's is a darned sight better than most, even twenty years on.

Kirk's still asleep, face hidden against his shoulder, so he can't immediately see that the Kirk he's woken up with is twenty years younger than the one he went to bed with. He smiles as he brushes affectionate lips over the sandy hair. "Morning, gorgeous."

(( OOC: EVENT INFO)

[ Video ]

Hello everyone. My name is James Tiberius Kirk - but just feel free to call me Jim. I'm going to be your new self-defense teacher at the Academy. In two days I will be holding the first of my classes aimed at beginners. That is, anyone who wants to learn the basics of self-defense. Anyone of any level is encouraged to stop by, but just know this particular class won't be challenging for those of you with a lot more experience.

If you're looking for a sparring partner, I'm more than happy to arrange private sessions.

The first session for those with slightly more experience - Intermediate, you could say - will be on Day 414, and the Expert class will be on Day 416. I would like to keep those classes a bit smaller, so if you're interested let me know.

All classes will be from 10-11AM.

Kirk, out.

[ Action ]

<sub>[ With his little PSA given, it's time to go about his usual routine. It would look bad if the instructor for something like self-defense wasn't in shape, right? Not that he was out of it - and could you even get out of shape in a digital world? They could feel things like pain, sweat, and pleasure, so best not to court the possibility.

Which means he's taken to the beach for the morning, running along the sand, or practicing a type of shadow-boxing. He had better be at peak condition for his students. He wouldn't want to disappoint, especially if they were giving up an hour of their time to learn from him. Plus, Pike's ghost would be forever ashamed of him and he couldn't live with that.

After the workout, though, he'll probably be found sitting at the Daffodil Dive working on the lesson plan - but that doesn't mean he wouldn't welcome the distraction. ]</sub>

[It's unusual for Ianto to call Jack on a Spike night but its clear from the way he's acting that it's not an emergency of any kind. There's no real indication of what's going on just yet, besides a glimpse of a few candles in the background and that smug, self-satisfied expression Ianto always wears when he's up to something good.]

Have you got a moment?

Action – closed to Ianto

He's finishing getting dressed and bending to get his boots out of the wardrobe, when the sight of something at the back of the wardrobe, sitting innocuously right behind his boots where he'd swear it wasn't yesterday, gives him pause. A box. A box he had for decades. A box which couldn't possibly be here if this existence wasn't virtual and/or outside of time.

Hardly breathing, he scoops it up and takes it through to Ianto, who's already in the kitchen, getting coffee.

"Hey. Look what I found!"


Action – open

Jack's gift is a box of photographs of past lives and lovers, incredibly precious since it was blown up along with him and the rest of the Hub over a year ago and (in real life, at least) lost forever.

Find him sifting through the photos, or just gazing fondly at one of them, at various points through the day – at the Defence Force HQ, in a restaurant at lunchtime or dinner time, wandering along with a coffee in his hand etc. etc. etc.


((OOC: NSFW content in the thread with Ianto (surprise surprise)! ))

[Voice]

[It's the day. It's the day! She's been working up to this since she (was seeded the idea) landed here with her heels on the ground and her heart set on love. But of course, finding your true love is far from easy and it is kind of slim pickings in jail but that's still one large step up from Hell. So Satan's daughter Jezebel has deemed today the right time to get the ball moving so she can find Mr or Mrs Right already.

The feed starts with Jezebel looking up at the camera, flashing her good angle before a toothy little grin as she brings the lens down level. She's braided her hair around her two protruding horns and even has a little dab of lipgloss on. Her apartment still isn't quite right but one of the walls behind her already has a framed picture of a kitten on it and a doily on the couch armrest.]

Hi! I'm um, Jezebel.

I was just wanting to tell you guys that today, well - tonight Lyrical's going to be a total dating hotspot for singles! So if you're looking for love you should head on down there, where there'll be some music and singing. And drinks, I guess. So you should go! Love doesn't wait, neither does lust-- whatever you're looking for... Lyrical's a must~ ♫

If you're not single well, I can't stop you from coming either if you want to for support. Or to build new polyamourous relationships. That's cool too.

See you there! [♥]

( Private Action; Spike )

( Private Voice; Deadpool )

[Action; LYRICAL/ MINGLE]

[So you heard the post and you decided to drop by Lyrical, the karaoke bar, on a whim or to witness the curious spectacle. That or you just happened to walk by on the same day Satan's little daughter Jezebel's declared to be her big first chance at finding love in this tiny little wading pool under the sea. She's put up a few glittery banners and has tried to organize some sort of food set up (with as much booze as she could muster) but she's not sure how to really run this thing being wholly devoid of experience. But she's still holding out in hopes someone will show up to join her.

Otherwise it'll be a lot of lonely demon girl sitting alone. You wouldn't do that to her, would you?]

[ This is more him checking in to see that everything is fine after the shenanigans of yesterday without actually imposing himself physically on the apartment a few flights up. He's sure that he could, if he wanted to, but he's still feeling his way through the fucked up nature of whatever this is supposed to be. The physical is easy. The relationship parts less so. ]

Half-way through now. How're you holding up?

[Video | Closed to Spike]

[Don't worry, he'll wait until later in the morning to call. Don't think he hasn't figured out what you were up to last night and there's a distinct air of smug satisfaction emanating from him that he isn't doing much to try and hide.]

So it looks as if I've lost our bet.

[Action | Closed to Jack]

[Whenever Jack gets him he'll find Ianto innocently enjoying a mug of coffee and a book on the couch. Well, maybe innocently isn't the best word for it. Smugly, maybe. He spends so much time with him and Spike and then suddenly last night neither of them are available? It isn't exactly hard to put the pieces together.]

(( OOC: Happy Halloween - sort of! EVENT INFO ))

He wakes slowly, little memories floating back to him from the night before. He stretches as well as he can with Ianto still wrapped around him, feeling infinitely good.

He lies there contentedly, lightly stroking Ianto's warm skin while his mind wanders idly through ideas of what sort of things they might do together next.

((OOC: warning for almost certain NSFW content to come!))

[Even without all the action and running about saving the world of Torchwood there are some days where they just don't seem to cross paths much. Days when they're working on seperate projects at the Defense Force or patrolling or catching up with other people. This just happens to be one of those days. Nothing unusual about it. Nothing except the note Jack will find sitting on the table inside their empty apartment whenever he gets home that evening, the one precisely folded in half with a single word inside in Ianto's neat handwriting.

Library.]

Video | Open

I think we could all use a distraction.

[Or maybe that's just her thinking about how it's been awhile since the wardens have launched something at them. The kites barely seem to count. Is something big coming? are they just counting down the days until 400? Another anniversary festival or something...worth waiting for? In probably all the wrong ways.]

So, let's play a game. It's called I Never. It's usually a drinking game, but I'll leave the type of beverage up to you. All ages. [As if anyone stops the kids from drinking booze here anyway.]

I'll say "I never went to prison." If you have gone to prison—and spoiler alert, you have—then you drink. If you're not using video then figure something else out or stop being so difficult. The objective is to find things out about each other while not getting too drunk or hydrated yourself, so normally you'd pick a true statement for yourself so you don't have to drink. But that's really up to you. [She might drink a lot just because she's done a lot of things.]

I'll start us off, I never shoplifted...from a store that hadn't already been abandoned.

(OOC: It's not a mingle, but you can feel free to threadjack others!)


Action | Closed to Chekov
[Not long after the video goes up there's a knock at his door. On the other side is Kitty, looking a more put together than usual and carrying a couple of bags. One has liquor. The other has food. What do?]