MarinaNova Asylum

[ Roxy is in front of the camera, sloshed and loving the shit out of her shark themed jacket. She waves, smiling. ]

I kind of forgot to do this earlier. It was my punishment, and I've been putting it way off. Sorry for the sex that happened days ago, guys.

Let's talk about something else, though. Let's talk about drinks. I wanna broaden my horizons. Wanna try new things. So tell me, what's your favorite drink? Alcohol necessary. How do you make it? Shaken, stirred, microwaved, brought to a boil and then mixed with gasoline? How do.

( private to bro strider )

[ Dirk can be found in Trois Park at around noon, standing in front of a pile of several items of clothing from the Marina-inspired fashion line at Bull's Eye. He's carrying a broken-off tree branch and a package of matches, and staring at the pile in contemplation.

Is there really any point? ]

[VIDEO]

[Jane may or may not have actually gone out and gotten that dress. She thinks it's rather nifty. She also may or may not be wearing it. Don't you judge her.]

This stuff is sort of cute, I'm impressed this jail actually has something suitable to wear now. [Not the point of this video.] So I have been thinking. Who would like to taste test some of the new recipes I've been making? I feed a biased household at this point and need some fresh testers. You can contact me if you're interested!

[ALPHA HOUSEHOLD | Calliope/Caliborn-Action]

[On Jake, Roxy, and Dirk's beds they will find one of those nifty shark jakcets, fin and all. With a note attached! Saw these and I couldn't resist, who says you can't have a little fun and match with your friends in prison! :)

Calliope will find that she was left a set of earrings and one of the dresses, Caliborn will find that he has been left a pair of novelty FISH SANDALS! Also left was a small plate of cookies, she didn't think Caliborn would eat them anyways. Each of their respective things were labeled with UU or uu.]

[Action around the Alpha house or where Calliope and Caliborn live.]

[The first thing that registers is that this is definitely not where she fell asleep. She's been to the beach, sure, but there's no way in hell she'd sleep there. Then there's the part of her that can't remember falling asleep at all, and for a moment she absolutely swears that this place is just fucking with her...until she sees her reflection in the water. Those are definitely freaky white eyes. Fucking perfect.

Under ordinary circumstances, she'd be pissed. These particular circumstances, though, and the killer headache she has, she's absolutely livid.]

Hey! Code-for-brains! Both of you fuckers, you know who you are – Veridi-whatsit and who-cares. I know you’re listening so get your nonexistent fingers out of your nonexistent sponge clots and pay close fucking attention because I ain’t going to say this again!

I am going to kill you. I don’t care that that's technically impossible because you’re computers, I am going to find your mainframes or whatever the hell you have and tear them apart bit. By. Bit. Maybe even set the pieces on fire! Because I don’t know what kind of sick game you think you’re playing, I don't even care, but either you’re fucking with my memories – which I have reason [the fact that she woke up dead] to believe is unlikely! – oooooooor I was about to do something more important than you’ll ever know or appreciate. And I’m going to go back and finish what I’ve started, and I don't care what I have to do to do that!

[Tantrum over, it's a while before Vriska clicks her communicator back on, sounding somewhat calmer.]

…If any of you losers I knew from back home are still here, report in. I mean, I haven’t been paying attention or anything, but I haven’t heard from any of you in long enough that I’m almost worried. Almost.

[Another pause.] And John…never mind. Forget it. [What is she supposed to say? “I’m sorry”? Sorry for what? Sorry he thinks she’s dangerous? That’s stupid. She hasn't got anything to apologize for, and even if what he said to her was upsetting, it's not like there's jack shit she can do about it anyway. Besides which, she’s sure he wouldn’t remember. And who even cares.]

[ He can finally filter again, and none too soon. Jake didn't come home last night. Which is kind of lame because Dirk had gone out and gotten a huge pizza with every topping possible in anticipation of his return, and it's now kind of stinking up the apartment.

So. Headset it is. He just hopes Jake didn't go fucking off to somewhere in Sector Six where it's not going to go through properly. ]

Hey bro, where the fuck are you at? You've been incommunicado a whole goddamn day. The least you could do is check in, man.

[ The feed clicks on, and Damara looks into the camera for a good moment. Not that you'd be able to tell where she's looking-- she has completely white eyes.

Her voice is very, very accented-- but thanks to the communicator's translating, it's not impossible to understand her here, in MarinaNova. ]

I am told I am in prison. I am given a list of crimes. Fair enough.

But I have a question. How do you capture a ghost? How do you bring the dead to stay among the living? This is no dream bubble.

Maybe I should be grateful. I think that I might be.

One question more. Can you understand me?

Er, okay.

So I believe I have this all in order!! And I, um. I am in dire need of some assistance right now. It's rather embarrassing so any unclued wise guy who'd like to heave a few haws at my expense can go ahead and show their rears to the door because I'm not having any of that horseshit!

[He clears his throat.]

Anywhosits.

So yesterday was, er.

A bit wacko?

And in all the hubbub, I might have done something I would have never done normally with someone. Or, um. Perhaps I'd been doing my darnedest to prepare myself to step in that direction, but gee whiz I expected a bit longer of a turnaround period before getting my ass handed to me like a dude on butler island!!!

Now I turned tail as soon as I got up and I'm hiding until I can get all the words that I need to say together. But conflabbit if facing him isn't the hardest thing to do sometimes!!!

[The last 24 hours have been a whirlwind and despite her typically pristine appearance, Lacus' expression shows the toll it's taken.]

I sometimes find it easy to think of this as a home. It has its flaws, many of them tragic, but my world has its own of those to claim. [She touches her fingertips to her forehead, eyelids drooping.] It's the people here that make me smile in spite of it all.

But this place... it has its cruelties.

[Lacus tugs on the long sleeve of her jacket and looks out into the rolling waves of the ocean that's in the background of her video. She'll be spending time here today, and in the parks. With the butterflies and the koi.]

[She does not smile, and she does not sing.]


((OOC: canon update + event fallout + loss of her true love! Enjoy the rarity that is sad!Lacus.))

[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.

[ Dirk is unaffected by the emotional manipulation going around, but one could be forgiven for assuming otherwise -- He's storming from place to place, driven and scowling and clearly a man on a mission.

Do feel free to stop him and ask what's up and why he's carrying that wooden sword around, or chat him up about the weather, but he's not going to have much to say. ]

((OOC: Thread with Jake is moderately NSFW. ))

[ although the morning's rain prevented them from getting an early start on setting up, quinn and rebekah have managed to pull everything off in time for the dance to start. there's tables to sit at when you don't feel like dancing or enjoying the surf, lots of hawaiian-themed snacks and desserts to eat, grass skirts and leis available for those who wish to wear them, lanterns and torches everywhere, with live music provided by quinn, oz, jack, lacus, and anyone else who wishes to get up and sing!

the only thing this party's lacking is the booze, per quinn's intentions of having this be an alcohol-free party. however, that doesn't mean someone isn't going to spike the punch when she's not looking, so if you were planning on doing so -- have at it!

so, go ahead and dance it up with your dates, mingle with some new cr, hop around, and threadjack to your heart's content. festivities will carry on until sometime after midnight when clean up will commence. enjoy! ]

[ action/open ]

[ From long before the morning message -- since around midnight, actually -- until around noon, Dirk can be found working in the gardens in Sector Four. When it begins to rain, he scowls, but keeps his work up. He has a date to go on tonight; and he's fairly sure that if he skips out, that troll that is his pre-scratch self will further attempt to fuck things up with Jake. He can't allow that.

Do feel free to bother him. ]

[ voice/open/around 11AM ]

What a great day for rain.

Got a few things I wanted to mention before I'm too preoccupied. First: That wiki Crane was working on? Last night I added a page to answer a bunch of recurring newbie questions. Hopefully, it'll cut down on some of the repetitiveness of New Inmates Day.

Second: My friend Roxy and I have a project we're working on. You know, bettering ourselves for rehab and shit? Anyone who's good with computers is welcome to come help us out. Tony Stark, Penelope Garcia? You two might be interested. We're thinking of meeting in the computer lab tomorrow, around one PM. Who all's game?

Third: Just so everyone knows, I'm taking Jake English to the Sadie Hawkins dance tonight. This is not up for debate. [ He's just a smidgen defensive. Things have been getting under his skin lately. ]

( action/closed to flatmates )

[Calliope refuses to show her face on the network. The last thing she wants to do is scare people with her "ugly" monstery-ness. So she writes down what she wants to say, takes a seat by the window, and watches the rain with fascination while snacking on her welcome basket goodies. Eventually, she’s plucked up enough courage, and also filled her belly.]

[Her voice is exactly the same as Caliborn’s, but with none of the grump. On the contrary, Calliope speaks with a sweetness that is genuine through and through--albeit toned with apology, and soft for how shy she feels.]

Hello, everyone. I’m-... the sister of that rather loud and demanding boy who arrived with me yesterday. If you’ve had to deal with him, I’m terribly sorry. I'm trying to find ways to persuade him to behave, but finding a fail-proof method is, um, sort of a work in progress.

Truth be told, for all his bluster and bravado, he does have the potential to be truly dangerous. We’re of a species that is very, um, different from many of yours. Though I pride myself on following proper social conduct, he feels that it is his right to treat other people as his playthings. If you ever encounter him in person and feel threatened, please do whatever you feel is best to subdue him.

Even if it means locking him away, or tying him up somewhere.

[She pauses, clears her throat, and tries to sound more cheerful.]

Anyway! Unless you have specific grievances that I can assist you with, that’s enough about him.

For those of you comfortable with doing so, could you please introduce yourselves to me? I’d like to get to know all of you! Being among so many humans and other races is a rather new experience for me. --Not to say Prospitians don’t count as people! But that’s different.

[Filtered to Jane Crocker and Jake English]
Roxy and Dirk already know I’m here, so, Jane and Jake... this is uranianUmbra. I’m sorry that I didn’t contact either of you sooner. It’s not personal at all! You’re both my dear and important friends. It’s just that… well, yesterday was quite a terrible day.

Good morning, inmates.

Today is day [ 211 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ steady rain throughout the morning with clear skies in the afternoon ]. We apologize for this inconvenience and have provided you with indoor entertainment as compensation. For this day only, the museum will host an exhibit on [ Encyclopedias — the root of knowledge ]. Please take this opportunity to further your education.

[Mail delivery of the day: Welcome baskets for the 210 newcomers ]

The items requested by [ Kitty Pryde and Jean Luc Picard ] are now available for pickup at the kiosk.

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! ))

[Earlier in the dawn of day 210, Jane had been reunited with (1) Roxy Lalonde. As promised she is going to be taking Roxy home to reunite with her fellow housemates. After a good tearful reunion and a scare with some dickbag Caliborn, she immediately takes Roxy back to the house.

When she opens the door, she calls out for Dirk and Jake.]

Guys? I'm home. I have Roxy with me.

[the feed goes live with this face.

if you are actually willing to continue watching after that lovely surprise, whatever the fuck that was will disappear in a blur, revealing a grown-ass man with pointy anime shades, a baseball cap, and his prison jumpsuit collar popped. his face is impassive except for the tiny smirk on his lips, but the ventriloquist dummy in possession of that face peers coyly over his shoulder, smiling widely at the camera.]

Well shit. Real thorough list you got there. Even managed to bag my fuckin' partner.

[a hand in fingerless leather gloves reaches up to gently pat the puppet's rouged cheek.]

Considering he was the mastermind behind most of those crimes, I'm pretty damn impressed. I’d give ya’ll congratulatory virtual ass pats if I thought you'd derive any pleasure from 'em--you really oughta get something for finally bringin’ such naughty boys to justice.

[ A redheaded Japanese girl can briefly be seen fumbling with the headset. Then there's a shot of a park, then there's a blur of indecipherable colors. At that point, the transmission ends.

Five minutes later, Sora appears again, looking sheepish. ]

Man, these things are hard to figure out! Okay, but anyway, here's what I wanted to say--

This isn't right! I mean, yeah, I did all those things technically, but if I didn't then the boys would have kept oppressing the girls and everyone would have kept suffering! Isn't there some kind of exception for situations like that? Can I do a plea bargain? I saw that on TV once.

[The video starts accidentally. Asami was fidgeting with this new gadget, trying to get it apart and now this.] Oh wow. It's on.

I'm Asami Sato, from Republic City.

I would rather not be here [a little smile that says she knows everyone must feel that way] but I have to admit this is place impressive. The architecture, the thing that brought us here... and these radios with pictures. I can't believe they just hand these out.

I'd love to know how they work. [Obviously, since she's still trying to take the thing apart.] And why they give us these things and let us roam around but put us in these outfits... [She's not a fan of the orange jumpsuit. It's less flattering than it could be]

[Her voice trails off for a few seconds and her face shows deep concentration.]Well, I guess that's it. Hi.

Now if I can just find the off switch... [And there she goes again]

[A voice breaks the peace and quiet. It’s rather androgynous, rather rough from disuse, but loud and abrupt and demanding and bratty all the same.]

Whoa. This “crimes list” is fantastic. An outline of my accomplishments. Great and terrible. And I haven’t even done most of it yet?

But. “Cheating”? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I don’t cheat. Fix it. Put it right immediately. Maybe I’ll forget about your little “mistake.” And let you die quickly. Instead of slowly and painfully.

[And then Caliborn brushes it off, at least for now, because he has more important matters to attend to.]

Now. Where’s all my shit? Bring it to me.

I’m waiting.

[ The camera points at various things, and eventually comes to settle on Roxy's face. ]

This thing on...? Yeah, shit's all kindsa recording.

Ahemhmhmm. [ Clearing her throat. ] I'm hella hung over, have no clue where I am, apparently in jail, and more importantly I'm hankering for a martini. First order of business: where can I get a drink?

Secondly, someone fill a girl in on the punch line. There's no way this isn't some sort of big, fat joke. Prison, underwater, that shit is so un-cash it's in the negative.

Wardens, you've picked some shitty jokes and the wrong prankee. You're computers and I just so happen to be the hottest hacker bitch on the block. I'll stage my revenge when you least expect it: expect to be signed up for all sorts of shitty mailing lists.

Uh. And that's that.

[ Clicks off. ]