MarinaNova Asylum

Wait... what? What's going on?! Where is -- [On the video feed, a pale Garcia looks around frantically -- then has to pause, her eyes closing. Holy dizziness, Batman.]

Whoa. Okay, this is not fair, do you hear me? I'm not sure I can even hear right, I never expected it to be so loud, I mean sure I've heard gunfire up close before but that was really really loud... and now I'm back in the Land of Creepy Underwater Oz, apparently...

[Her eyes fly open, even more color draining from her skin which makes her bright makeup all the more prominent.] Reid?! Are you okay? Are you... here? Please tell me you can answer because I'm like, this close to losing it completely.

((OOC: spoilers for the Season 9 finale may ensue! If you want a spoiler-free thread, please let me know and I'll dance around it.))

[It's a little later in the day and look it's Mal, but not exactly. He's looking a little more washed up than normal, and his hair is styled just a little different. Plus he's wearing a nice shirt and tie. Yes, a tie. But it's not Mal. Obviously, anyone who knows the man, knows that.]

Wŏ zài qiánshì yīdìng rĕdào shénme rén le ba? [LOUD SIGH.] How long do these experiments last again? I'm not certain how long I'll last in this body. [Yes, that's a stab at Malcolm Reynolds. She's still upset that he's in her body.]


((OOC: hover over chinese for translation!)

Closed to Inara

He'd slept poorly that night and was less than pleased about waking up in the morning. But perhaps it'd be best if he got out of bed. He rolled over a second and caught sight of an arm. A slender arm. An arm that didn't belong to him. As Mal sat up, long dark hair cascaded over his bare shoulders. This ain't right he thought to himself as he stumbled over to a mirror - his trousers being much too large for him. One look in the mirror told him all he needed to know. He let out a string of curses in Mandarin loud enough to wake up his neighbor next door.

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Being a woman is tough when you ain't used to bein' one. Skirts are stupid. Shoes are stupid. Hair is stupid. Mal hates it all. Not to mention the amount of soap he'd been forced to use to clean. Now he smelled funny. And he tripped. Again. It was going to be a long day.

[As he wakes up, he can tell something is wrong. Where is the sawing and hammering of the lumberyard near the bridgemen's barracks? The mixed smells of sweat and freshly oiled leather from the bridgemen themselves? The other sounds and smells from the rest of Sadeas' warcamp?

He wakes up the rest of the way all at once, opening his eyes and scrambling to his feet. Looking around, he is very confused by what he can see. Not only are the buildings different from the usual wood or soulcast stone he's used to, but the very plants themselve are like nothing he has ever seen. He's at least heard of the lush grass native to Shinovar that doesn't need to retract into the very ground to protect itself from the highstorms that the rest of Roshar is subjected to, but he has never actually seen it in person. Before he has a chance to take in much more, the communication device on his face comes to life, startling him at first, but it seems harmless enough, so he leaves it in place and gives half of his attention to the welcome message, the rest still attuned to his surroundings, preparing himself for just about anything.]

Kaladin!

[He's used to Syl running off on her own and coming back randomly, so when she flutters into view as a handful of glowing blue-white leaves, he just holds up a hand until the message on his communication device finishes, and she hovers in the air in front of him, seemingly watching him. Once the message is finished, he curses and pulls the device off of his face. He considers throwing it away, but before he can act on that thought, Syl flutters closer, transforming into her usual form of a tiny woman wearing a white dress that fades into mist at the edges, though her body itself is clearly defined. She settles down on Kaladin's hand, and examines the device.]

Kaladin, this place is very strange. I don't remember anything like it...

[Kaladin sighs.] I know, Syl. The last thing I remember was rescuing Dalinar and his men from the Tower, but I don't remember how we got here. I don't even remember falling asleep. Storm it! That bastard must be behind this somehow! [He clenches his empty hand into a fist.] Syl, I need to know what happened to my men.

[Syl stops poking at the device in Kaladin's hand, and begins to walk up towards his face, as though walking up an invisible set of stairs.] I don't know what happened to them. I don't even know where this place is! [She sits down right in front of his face, as though the very air was solid. She looks him up and down, then smiles.] By the way, orange really isn't your colour.

[He frowns at her, but says nothing, only snorts. Anyone watching this exchange would think he was talking to himself, but that doesn't even cross his mind, he's so used to Syl's preference not to show herself to anyone other than him.]

((OOC: If your character can regularly see things no one else can, they can vaguely see Syl, but they can't hear her. So feel free to acknowledge her or not!))

[ here's a semi-smiling face you haven't seen on the network for awhile. ]

I kind of feel I need a change. Is there anyone who can give me a haircut?


OOC: this is the haircut the mun has in mind.

Morning - around the stables

[The stables had become Mal’s morning refuge. Without a ship to look out for, he transferred his life back to being a ranch hand. Only instead of cattle, he was looking after the horses. He almost enjoyed the work even. The horses were worth it. After he made sure all the horses were fed, watered, and brushed, he took a few out for exercise before saddling up Serenity. Rides with here were the closest thing he had to freedom here. Even with the scattered rain showers.]

Early Afternoon - library

[His choices were endless. Mal drifted from aisle to aisle, picking a book up and leafing through it before putting it back and finding something else. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Nothing held his interest today. Until he found ancient Greek Literature.]

Late Afternoon - The Coffee Bean

[A cup of coffee, a copy of The Odyssey and a comfy chair. The scattered showers made it difficult to enjoy anything outside, but he didn’t really want to be stuck back in his bunk. So he stretched out and lost himself in the deeds of the hero.]

Hello.

[Inara flashes a charming smile as she sits, soothing her skirt out around her.]

While I am well aware that we're not required to actually work here, I find myself with a lot of time on my hands....

[She exhales slowly and then clasps her hands together on her lap.]

I'm well trained in a number of areas, from Economics to music and dance, as well as psychology and music just to name a few. I would be more than happy to work or even just help out where ever anyone needs help.

I suppose I'm just hoping to find a way to pass the time more productively.

[Yesterday you may have noticed a young woman in an orange jumpsuit trying to beat the shit out of one of the kiosks. And, after taking one look at her face and the dents she's already made in the machine, you would have been very, very wise to stay out of her way. The Wardens can handle it, after all, and handle it they did. Today it's time for Korra to pay the piper.]


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What? Ew!!! I am NOT cleaning your pubic mats! That's DISGUSTING!

[Due to network maintenance, she may have, ahem, misunderstood her punishment.]


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[After a great deal of trial & error and possible other inmate intervention, Korra is settled into the spa in Sector 3, scowling as she scrubs the baths.]

More often than not, I find myself thinking about my life back home. If things had gone another way if I made a different choice; would it have been better?

[Rose sounds contemplative, if a little morose.]

I guess everyone feels like that at some point in their lives. I don't know, I'm just thinking out loud.

[She sighs, before ending the feed there.]

It's a beautiful morning. Good morning, to old friends and to new. One more day will complete our first week here, Deanna and I. A lot seems to have happened in that short time; losses that some of us have felt very strongly, and we've made new friends, people that I hope to get to know better in the coming weeks.

I'd very much like to use this opportunity to meet more of the inmates here, and perhaps to speak more frankly with some of you those that I've already met, now that I've had the opportunity to get a better understanding of my surroundings. If anyone would like to speak in person, or join me on the ice, I'll be spending the next few hours at the ice rink in Sector 3. From what I hear the sparkly costumes are obligatory. [ There's a distinct sparkle to Riker's eyes as he speaks. ]


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( Private to Deanna )

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[Welcome to the school fair brought to you by Euphemia and a lot of hard working volunteers. Things may seem a little more homemade and less polished and plentiful than they do during a warden-run celebration, but everything was done with a lot of heart. As you walk around you'll find:

Informational booth. There is a brightly-colored booth when you first come in adorned with school catalogs and multi-colored gift bags featuring pens, pencils, highlighters, notebooks, bookmarks, binders, and more. Euphie will be there much of the day enabling new students and teachers.

Booths for classes and activities. Teachers were all encouraged to have displays or games or just be there to talk about what they offer for however long they're willing. Leaders of organizations that exist or that they want to create can do the same. And if someone wants to make a kissing booth or something no one will stop them!

Food. They are set up in sector 0 with all the food carts hosting a variety of street foods, perfect for eating on the move. There are also tables set up with desserts including cake pops, carmel corn, and cookies-on-a-stick as well as coolers with non-alcoholic beverages.

Games. There's a duck pond where you pull out a rubber ducky and get a simple prize that corresponds to the number on it. There's also a ring toss and a target hitting game with a paint ball gun. Since it's a school fair there are also some learning games like a trivia challenge. Chess boards have also been set up for people to enjoy, including one giant chess board where you can use the giant pieces or your friends. You'll also find life-size Jenga blocks. Don't worry, they are a light weight material in case they collapse on you.

Giant Puzzle. In the morning there is a large-scale puzzle set up surrounded by paints and brushes. The puzzle is already assembled, but blank. Each piece is larger than your head. People are encouraged to paint on it until it has all been filled. That afternoon it will be broken up for people to reassemble.

Stage. There's a small stage with a variety of instruments lined up in hopes of people showing off various talents from singing, to playing music, to dancing, to reading poetry, or juggling. Whatever they might want to share!]

(OOC: Everyone is sooo welcome to get engaged! Do something fun, weird, dangerous with a booth or the stage or anything in your comments. Need some extra plotting?)

[You won't hear them coming. You won't see their snare. The mistletoe bots are out and they're hunting you, two by two. You can run and you can hide, but eventually you will be caught, and then there's nothing left to do but kiss your way out!]

(OOC: Mingle until your lips are chapped! Information on mistletoe bots event.)

Hey, all... Resident delivery guy here... [He wasn't going to call himself postmaster. That was just weird.]

First off... welcome to all the newbies. You're in MarinaNova. I can answer some questions, if you need me to, but the main reason I'm here is because, tomorrow, I'm gonna have some stuff for all you new arrivals. So, feel free to let me know where you're staying, and I'll drop 'em off. Okay?

See everyone then!

[The feed starts, and it's apparent that Inara Serra has no idea that it's turned on. It's caught her in the middle of a string of mandarin - and her tone would very much make it seem as though she is less than happy and not really believing this is happening to her. Her dark hair is a halo of untidy curls and she lifts a hand, brushing one out of her face.

Her gaze is flittering around, and she's muttering loud enough for others to hear over the device.]

Tāmāde hùndàn, Malcolm Reynolds, I'm going to show you uncivilized if I find out you had anything to do with me being here. Dropping me off in the middle of... The very nerve.

[She seems to realize the nice little headset, and her eyebrows draw together. Though once she realizes that it might perhaps be broadcasting, she shifts slightly - and in that few seconds of time, she's regained her composure and looks completely tranquil and at ease. Years of training were not going to go to waste, not even in this place.]


Bàoqiàn, I apologize, I didn't realize I'd managed to turn this on. I'm assuming it's a communication device? [She manages an easy and even charming smile.] I know I've been told that I've... committed crimes, though there must be a mistake. Perhaps someone would be kind enough to tell me which planet I'm on and point me to the nearest city so I can contact my Guild, I would be most appreciative. And I'm positive my Guild would more than reimburse you for any trouble this might cause you.

((OOC: hover over the Chinese to get translations!))