MarinaNova Asylum

[Kitty waits until the team gathers into the Defense Force headquarters. Once upon a time this team was big enough that having a meeting inside would have been uncomfortable. That hasn't been true for awhile. She loudly taps a pen against a desk a few times to get everyone's attention before she starts.]

You were probably hoping I scheduled this surprise meeting so I could deliver a long speech at you, and your hopes are being fulfilled. [A pause as she once again considers not moving forward with this.] I have been thinking about the Defense Force and where it started and how it's changed and the direction it could or maybe even should move in for awhile now. We're a smaller team than we once were and I've been wanting to refocus our efforts more on the investigation side of things, but our numbers don't reflect that. I think a lot of us are here because we do something similar back home. We protect. We fight. We have a team to support us. We wanted that here too, but I'm not sure the needs of this prison support that now. I'm not sure they ever did. I'm not saying we haven't had successes. We have. I'm proud of what we built and what we've accomplished even if it's surprising how completely unpopular a team for saving lives and getting people home is. [She's taken the brunt of that message too. Complaints and criticisms from what they did to stop Spike from attacking people to just not getting everyone home within a few months time against impossible odds.]

I think it's time for a fresh take on this idea. And the thing is... It's not going to be with me. [Just looking out at everyone.] I don't think leading a team is what I should be doing right now. It's meant a lot to me. It's been the only thing that got me through some hard times. But it's not here for that.

I've talked to Jack and he's not going to be moving into the role either, so where this leaves us is kind of up to all of you. And before anyone volunteers I just want to say take some time to think about it. Think about whether you have a direction and a passion for it. Also, it won't be my call to make what happens next, so you'll just have to see if others will follow if you want to lead. Which means, for the moment, there is no Defense Force.

[And with that her speech is over. Time to see what comes next.]

(OOC: Discussion post.)

[ 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]

[ OPEN ACTION - AROUND THE DOME ]

[ It's an errand day. Nothing special, really, expect that today Spike's loading up on more than the usual cigarettes-whiskey-bloodbags that have become his usual shopping list. He can also be found at Bull's Eye, picking up extra linen and towels, stopping by the actual frozen food section of the grocery store where they keep the frozen food that isn't blood, adds a pack of coffee to the pile. Almost like he's preparing for less an overnight guest and more something permanent. Shit hit the fan and for once he's not the one to blame.

He'll take his time, so there's plenty of chances for people to stop and say hi. ]

[ CLOSED TO JACK ]

[ It's later that evening when he tracks down Jack at some bar. Maybe it's the first bar he checked, or the third, but there's an unmistakeable determination in this search. Almost like he's looking for someone to punch some sense into. ]

Figures I'd find you here.

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."]

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."

[Dancing/Athletic Complex]
[Kitty didn't go ungifted on Day 407. There was a pair of worn, blue ballet shoes waiting for her when she woke up. She hadn't seen them for at least seven years, but she knew they were hers—every scuff was felt familiar like she'd been delivered a shard of the past. It took one day before she tried them on—snug, but not too tight to wear. Her feet had almost stopped growing at that age. It took until today for her to find her way to a quiet little corner in the athletic complex away from the punching bags and weights and exercise equipment. It's a large building designed to serve many purposes and one room with a bar at just the right height and large mirrors and a smooth floor was the one she'd passed by many times without ever using until today.

It might be that you would have passed by it too except for the music playing while she stretches and starts to dance. She couldn't find any in the prison that was exactly something she'd danced to before, but this one was similar to the feel of the Nutcracker and as long as she was bringing back memories she might as well go all the way to the time a Jewish girl danced the lead in a Christmas recital.

You're out of luck if you were hoping for a tutu!]

[Wildcard]
[You'll also find her walking around the prison—sometimes airwalking. Yes, that's walking on the air. Or walking through things because walking around things is for chumps. She'll hit up places for food and check in on the HQ. You can even make a private call to her here if you want!]

[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?

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 408 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm and sunny ].

For this day only, the [ food carts ] in Sector 0 will serve what is commonly known as [ Bihari cuisine ]. Please take this opportunity to widen your culinary horizons.


[ 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! Warden request post is HERE for your convenience! Mail submissions go here! )

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)! ))

(OOC: Event Info)

[Brrrring, brrrring!]

Hey, sis, wanna meet up for breakfast and gossip now?

[action | closed to Kitty]

[As it happens, waking up three years older than you were when you went to sleep is mildly disorienting. Waking up in bed next to someone who wasn't present in any of those three years compounds the effect. Chekov--newly twenty-four and, as far as he can remember, fresh from yet another near-death experience--sits up with a start. This is definitely not his room at Yorktown Starbase. This is...

MarinaNova. He's in bed with Kitty. He has been here for one-hundred twelve days.

Chekov lowers his head to his hands and groans. There are two different yesterdays in his mind, both equally vivid and real, and it's way too early to deal with that.]


[action | open]

[Chekov, three years older than he was yesterday and considerably more dazed than usual, does a circuit of the dome. Everything has a not-quite-rightness to it that he can't put his finger on and he feels oddly out of place. He isn't, of course. He was here yesterday, and he remembers that yesterday like it was... yesterday, which it was. But he also remembers a yesterday where he was a universe away and waiting for the Enterprise to be rebuilt. In that universe, he was on year three of a five-year mission.

He's looking for Kirk, specifically. It would be easiest to call him up, but Chekov would much rather talk in person.]

[You might run into Kitty out and about today as more things go sideways—maybe literally—but for now have a video!]

Something strange is happening today, and I'm having trouble nailing down a theme.

So far I've noticed a weirder-than-usual morning announcement from our toaster overlord.

My closet was full of pantsuits and only pantsuits. [And that's why she's wearing this out-of-character plum number. You might also see a hint of a blue band. It's been red for awhile so this is new.]

[Video pans down.] I got this [watermelon shark] when I ordered waffles and bacon.

There have been some technical malfunctions. [On Ton's biomechanics, but since he's sensitive about it she doesn't elaborate.]

So, speak up, what's your damage? Le̬͉̭͇͇͓t̪̠̗͍'̷̳̠̙̖̟͙s̨ ̘̰͔̻̟̀f̗̦̠̠̮i̴̘̲̮̭g̴̼͙̣̩͔ur͜e̹͎̫̪ ̞̼̤̪͡th́i̹͇̥̘̞s̡ ̤̻͇ͅo͇ut̬̮̰͕.̼͎̭͚͎̥

[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.]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 402 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm and sunny ].

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.

For this day only, the [ tattoo parlour ] will run a special offer on [ three wolf moon designs ]. We encourage you to take this opportunity to express your personality and increase your [ pain tolerance ].

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! Warden request post is HERE for your convenience! Mail submissions go here! )