MarinaNova Asylum

[ Something that is red is....?]

[It's snowy. The wind is strong, pushing against your body. It makes it difficult to stand against the blizzard that blots out the sky turning everything to white. It's cold, too, the area mountainous with only scattered trees. The only thing you can be thankful for, is that you seem to be dressed appropriately for the weather. But the more you wander, freezing in the elements, you'd really like to get out of the storm and into somewhere warm. Looking down to try and keep the snow from hitting your face, you glance down, and that's when you see it.

In a world covered in white, red stands out.

Blood.

It covers the ground, staining the snow in a bright color that can't be missed. That's when you hear it, though. There's a voice up ahead. Looking up, you can clearly see a man. Smiling as though he had just won a prize, he speaks down to a little girl no more than five years old who stands in the midst of the blizzard.]

Are you lost, little girl? [The smile widens and he reaches down toward her. A snarl overtakes him, and lips parting, pointed fangs are clearly visible as he grabs her roughly] If that's case, then may I drink your blood? [The child is petrified, her eyes widening as the man grabs her, forcing her head to the side as he easily restrains her within his grip.]

...! Sto-- [She starts to cry in a young, terrified voice. You know and realize immediately that if you don't do something, he'll bite her.]

[Disciplinary Committee]

Hold it right there!

[With a hand held out dramatically, she points at you. It's dark, but thanks to the lamps that decorate the many crisscrossing paths of Cross Academy, you can both see each other clearly in the dark. Upon inspection, the one who's suddenly stopped you is a long haired brunette, dressed up in a black school uniform. You might not know her, but usually she is recognized as being the Headmaster's adoptive daughter and the younger sister to the infamous Kaname Kuran.

Adjusting an armband near her shoulder, she places her opposite hand on her hip.]

Don't you know it's past curfew? I'm going to need your name and class number.

[ comrades ]

[It's only your third time to be deployed out into battle. Your Fafner to some degree still feels foreign, despite the extensive training you've completed. It'll still take awhile before you're fully acclimated to when you connect* with the mecha directly through your nervous system; it feels akin to an electric chair, but it is imperative for you and the Fafner to perfectly sync as one being. You also are psychologically and emotionally linked via Crossing with the other pilots who have been sent out.

Initially the brilliant gold of the alien enemy, maybe one hundred meters tall, if not more, leaves you in awe. Even though you've faced Festum before (granted, only a couple other times), you're practically frozen in place. You can feel yourself begin to panic as it draws nearer, close to invading your mind.

. . .That is, until, from not far behind, a powerful laser strikes. The Festum is engulfed by a massive black orb. Similar to a black hole, the alien blinks out of existence altogether.]

Are you all right?

[You turn to see a red apparition of Kazuki beside you within your cockpit. He's at ease, wanting to check up on you.]

You're doing just fine. Just remember your training, and the times you've been sent out before. You aren't alone. All of us are fighting with you.

[Kazuki's appearance fades again as the battle continues. You're able to calm down thanks to his reassurance. Even so, you continue to remain linked with both he and everyone. If you need anything, all you need to do is speak up.

Soon, you're back in the hangar and exiting the pod-shaped cockpit, along with four other pilots, and Kazuki, who then approaches you.]

How are you feeling? Let's hurry on and go for our check-up.
_______

[ peace ]

Welcome to Rakuen. Feel free to take a seat anywhere.

[Kazuki says cheerfully from behind the counter. The air is filled with the scent of food, and the ambiance of the café is warm and friendly. A number of others are seated throughout, chatting amongst each other, while enjoying their meal. This isn't the true Rakuen, back on Tatsumiya Island, Kazuki's homeland, but Watatsumi Island's version of the café isn't too bad.

A boy, no older than maybe 4, soon approaches the table. In his small hands he carefully holds a tray with a glass of ice water on it. He lifts it up to offer it to the guest before returning to Kazuki, looking quite pleased with himself and expresses as such. Kazuki chuckles and lightly ruffles the boy's sandy blonde hair.]

Good job, Soushi. You're doing very well.

[It isn't too long before Kazuki goes to take the person's order. Curry is by far the most popular, here.]


[ooc: * Going along w that gif, initially connecting can make the nerves feel like they're on fire, basically. Also, BOTH OF THESE ARE LUCID for Kazuki.]

Dream 1: The Kiss
[You resume this dream already in progress! Your lips are pressed up against Euphie's, and it's not even mistletoe bot day. What do you do?]

Dream 2: Geassed
[You're in one of the stores and there's Euphie in the next aisle trying to get the biggest knife there out of the package and struggling with it.] Oh! Could you help me? I need to get this knife so I can kill all the Japanese! [Just as sweet and perky as ever, but theses horrifying sentiments come with a distant sort of look like she's not fully connecting. But seriously why are knives so hard to get out of the package?]

(OOC: Possible sexy warnings for dream 1 and possible violent warnings in dream 2. Plotting if you have other ideas or need to discuss anything. You're welcome to just jump in!)

( Cut action for anyone on the floating island prior to or during the Video )

[Video]

Good morning-! [Yuuki smiled and lifted a hand up next to her head to give a small wave to the camera, despite the gloomy weather.] Or maybe it is closer to noon now? My name is Yuuki. I think most know, but I haven't really used my communicator all that much since returning. I have a couple of questions for people who have been here for quite some time. [With a faint frown she continued.] I know this is a virtual reality- but I want to speak to the people who were here when individuals awoke from it and into our true prison. I'd like to know what you saw and experienced if you were there for it. And has anyone spoken to the engineers themselves? [There has to be a way to contact them, too.] I'd really appreciate even just the smallest bit of information you have to offer. Thank you!

[The feed went dark as she turned off the live feed to await any responses. That was-- until she remembered something. It flickered back to life.]

Ahh... one more thing. Does anyone know anything about... gardening? [It might seem like an odd question, but there it was.] If you have any skill in that kind of thing... I'd like to talk to you as well. Thank you again!

[Action - Some time after the video feed]

[While Yuuki was content to remain with her thoughts in the moment, there were a number of things she wanted to get done during the day, too. While the island was peaceful, she couldn't do it while up here, either. So after collecting her thoughts and having listened to what others had to say, she moved on up to the edge of the island. It really was high up. That was what made it isolated enough to find alone time, though, too.

Anyone who saw her could have mistaken the scene, should they have happened along at just the right-- or wrong moment. With a step forward she stepped over the edge of the floating island, and plunged down.

Happen upon a girl suddenly 'falling' from the sky?]

[Bruce is not amused for a variety of reasons not least of all that he has more important things to be doing. Whatever that person showed him, the future, a dream, he isn't sure what but something's coming and he needs to be finding the other people like Diana to help.

But instead he's here. In prison. He's usually the one putting people in prison. (Well, Arkham is more of an asylum than traditional prison but close enough.)

In any case, he puts on his public persona before opening up the video, at least it's a mask he's used to wearing.]

I have to wonder if everyone's list of crimes are quite as colorful as mine is -- if I didn't know better I might think someone was trying to slander my good name.

[Actually, most of them are right but people don't need to know that. Bruce Wayne is totally not Batman.]

Perhaps you've heard of me, Bruce Wayne, the owner of Wayne Enterprises in Gotham City. I will admit I've had a shall we say colorful reputation over the years but I would hardly think it warrants being imprisoned.

I'd ask how one gets out of this place but if that was possible I'm sure none of you would be here still. Of course, if I'm wrong in that assumption, please let me know. I have things I need to attend to back home.

[There's a smarmy sort of smile as he thinks of how to end this message. ]

If there's anything you think I should know about this place, please enlighten me, I'm all ears.

(OOC: EVENT INFO | RAFFLE THREAD)

[Video | Closed to Defense Force]
This afternoon we're going to do a thing. Be at the headquarters. If you know someone who isn't a member, but they're interested in joining you can bring them too. [She knows it may not be the best day after hearing this morning's announcement, but since the wardens played with them yesterday she knows the day should be clear of their interference and they have some new recruits so they should probably all meet each other.]

[Action | MINGLE!]
[The thing in question is on the roof of the headquarters. Kitty brought food and drinks which thankfully she did not prepare. It's all snack-sized finger foods. She wants everyone to have a chance to know their teammates better. She isn't going to force any group activities but there are some tables and chairs for people who want to relax more or maybe play a game. She did leave a few decks of cards out.]

[The day had begun differently than the last few since he's arrived in Marina. Nothing especially terrible or the like, but there had simply been something off. It left him far more contemplative than he's felt in some time. He did what he could to brush things off and simply go about life as always. —One thing having been the time he spent at Daffodil Dive, which has been fun. Even better, though, just yesterday did he finally get a bike for himself. Something he's wanted for years.

By the time he returns to the apartment, which is later than usual, it seems Soushi is already asleep. Putting a few things away in the kitchen, then getting ready for bed, he settles down with some tea and a few books he got from the library. Nothing fancy, and of course not like the research material Soushi brings back, but enjoyable. He's never been big on reading in general, but like everything else in Marina, he's on the curious side. Especially since the library is a sight to see in and of itself.

He's feeling far more at ease and good once he drifts off to sleep only about an hour later.]

(OOC: EVENT INFO! )

[Evening - Within Trois Park.]

[If she could disappear into the ground she would. Simply melt into the earth beneath her and lose all sense of feeling. Become the grass, or the trees maybe. Living, but unfeeling, incapable of being hurt by the many things all around her. Life would be so simple if there was a switch, to simply turn her emotions off and not have to feel the very real crushing weight within her chest. Instead, as though to mock her very real pain, the greenery around her shifted and changed, mirroring her emotions. It was out of season, but where the cherry tree against her back should have been leafy greens, pink blossoms bloomed and fell in excess. Like the tears that streamed silent down her cheeks, they fell to the ground, and covered her and the earth beneath in pink and white petals, like snow. It zapped some of her strength, something that only happened here in Marina, but she could hardly put a stop to the way her emotions ran wild. Butterflies fluttered around the scene, and would seem out of place if not for the large, blood-like butterfly wings that decorated her back.

She had lost everything. Everything she had fought so hard to accomplish had fallen into ruin. Even though she had tried her hardest, even though she wanted more desperately than anyone to work for peace, and to stop and save her brother... it hadn't made one single difference. He had been right. 'No matter how hard you try, sometimes it will amount to nothing.']

Oniisama...

[It was all her fault. Now he was gone, frozen forever without a heart. What had she done wrong? She had tried so desperately to be the person that he had wanted, but she had failed. And now eternity would be hers to spend alone. She was a mother, she learned, all in the same day that apparently she had become a widow, or close enough. How was she supposed to be a mother, when she couldn't even protect the one person she had always loved? And now of all times? She was only seventeen. One year older than the girl who looked just like her and claimed to be her daughter. There was no doubt that she was. But Yuuki didn't know how to be there for or take care of her, when her own world was crashing all around. It was better if the girl ran as far away from her as she could.

Everything I love or get close to dies. As though her touch was toxic. One after another. Her mother and father, and now Kaname, too. Zero and Ai-- they weren't safe around someone like her. Eyes brimming with tears, she helplessly lifted a hand up to scrub at them. Her soul hurt, and she didn't know how to move forward from it.]

[OOC: After ICly learning that her fiance is gone after meeting with her future daughter. She wont have been home all day! Sorry for the mourning post, I had to get it out of the way :'| ]

AUDIO // PRIVATE TO CHUCK & TON

I apologize for not getting back to you sooner about your invitation, but the general and I would be happy to join you for dinner. That is, if the offer still stands.

VIDEO // OPEN

Good morning, residents of MarinaNova. My name is Princess Leia Organa. I'm hesitant to refer to us as "citizens," for we're all prisoners within this facility, regardless of whether we enjoy our accommodations or feel deserving of our sentences. I apologize to anyone who has recently arrived to the prison, for perhaps that makes my question poorly timed, but the influx of new inmates reminded me of something I must ask.

Who is and isn't from a planet called Earth? I am not, and I hadn't heard of it until I was brought here. I come from a world called Alderaan in a galaxy I'm sure most of you have never been to before. [ though some of them may have seen, as has been the case with a few. ] Surely I'm not the only one who finds it odd that an intergalactic, multidimensional serving rehabilitation center favors the population of this one world over those from other systems.

Happy Day 365, Marina Nova!

Hear ye, hear ye! Inmates, prisoners, fellow underwater dwellers! Lend me your ears and hands and actually just bring all of you because we're having a ye olde Renaissance Faire to celebrate a full year in this bubble under the sea!

The dome has of course been decked out appropriately. Flickering torches light the pathways, interspersed with larger bonfires that you can cosy up to with that special someone - or perhaps just a glass of honey mead. Pennant banners hang across the gates and along the buildings, sporting the proud coat of arms of the prison (a lot of purple and octopi, for some reason) and many of the clothing stores offer time-appropriate options for those of you who still knows how to have fun. The kiosk has even been re-imagined into a castle.

Many areas within the dome has activities to partake in and, if you're skilled or lucky or both, prizes to win!

( Let the celebrations begin! Fanfare! )

Enjoy!

Oh, okay... I think I'm doing this right. [Shaky camera steadies on pink frills in a pink room, something recently claimed and immediately personalized. The walls aren't quite the right shade but she'll fix that in time, but in the meanwhile she's decked out the bedroom in fuzzy throw pillows and shag carpet, butterfly posters and pretty much every furnishing that's spent time in the bedroom of a strongly feminine 90s kid.

Plot goes Jezebel on the bed, flat out on her stomach with her legs kicking back behind her. The framing of the lens hides her horns from view, cropping them out in lieu of long red curls that bob around when she tilts her head.] Hi! I'm Jezebel.

I just spent like, forever getting settled here but this is the first time I've ever been able to make friends. So I was wondering if anyone wanted to talk! My dad used to be super protective and I pretty much never got to leave the house so... I've got a lot of things to catch up on. Like ice cream, Nyteblayde, swimming, popsicles... [She's counting on her fingers as she goes along] kittens, puppies, cars with doors, grass and trees - but I saw a couple of those - and pretty much every kind of food I can imagine. And that's just to start.

I'm going to go out later and look around again. I want to know everything I've missed out on. But - geez, is it always this cold? [Asks the girl from Hell, who's used to scorching temperatures. Literally.]

[Action; The Blood Shack]

[Okay so it might've been more up her alley to go have fun trying karaoke for the first time but she's here instead. Maybe on a subconscious level it feels more like home, the metallic scent of blood tinging the air and the over all feel of the place. She wanders around before ordering herself a drink - starting with a bubbly soda but with the intention of trying other drinks as she goes along. Don't think she'll be startled by a taste of alcohol though, she is... Satan's daughter after all.

She can also be found on the way to or from the Shack, perhaps a little more giddy on the return trip.]

[The video feed opens to the sight of a somewhat (initially) embarrassed looking Kazuki. Behind him there's a large steaming pot, numerous bottles of spices, and maybe a stray piece of chopped potato or vegetable here and there.

Someone clearly spent his first day in Marina shopping around, and in general trying to settle a little into all of this. He (along with Soushi) have already found a place to live for the time being along with a few other things.]

. . . If anyone wants curry, you're welcome to come over. I ended up making more than I thought, so there's plenty to go around.

[It's more like he wasn't even thinking about the amount. It's the same as he does as one of the primary chefs at the café back home.

Cooking is definitely going to become a Thing he does a lot (even more of) to try and keep himself from thinking too hard about this whole situation. It's always been something that eases him, and what he loves to do.

Which is why he adds- ]

Or if anyone has any requests, I suppose. I've stocked up on a lot, and really wouldn't mind making other things.

[. . .] I guess, too, so I can meet everyone else who's here. My name is Kazuki Makabe. I'm in Sector 3, apartment [insert The Tier Apartment # Here]. I'll have the door open.

Ah- [A beat. Something very important, albeit an odd request: ] Just bring your own plate or bowl. I don't have a ton of those.

( action: Sector 3 apartment )

[He's just where he stated. Anyone who comes by will probably smell the food he's making as it wafts through the door and down the halls. He's also looking the part with his hair tied in a low ponytail and complete with an apron. There also is a rice cooker going, among a couple other things.

Come taste some pretty awesome curry, everyone. He's famous for it back home.]



[ooc: Feel free to use this as a mingle, or whatnot, too. ALSO, assume that Kazuki's roommate (Soushi/festumborn) will be around here and there, just for the record.]

[The video feed comes to life, showing the face of a 16-year-old girl with unruly red hair. Her eyes are open and curious but also seem to burn with a certain kind of determination. Her hair sways slightly as she takes one step after the other taking in her surroundings, which appear to be rather close to the movie theatre in Sector 4. Walking the streets, she can’t help but touch some of the brick buildings with wonder in her eyes.]

These buildings are so different from what we have at home. I am sure Kija would much prefer to sleep in one of them. [She smiles fondly, then – as if remembering the video she started recording -starts to speak straight at the viewer.]

My name is Yona and I just woke up over there. [She points towards the movie theatre.] If this works like the message I saw, someone should hear me, so … if anyone has seen someone named Hak or Kija, Jaeha, Shin-Ah, Zeno or Yoon, please tell me.

[Her voice and demeanour change slightly, as she carries on. The determination stays intact but the strong feelings she harbours for her companions seem to fill her words and gaze. It’s nearly as if she wants to ease their minds a lot more than her own. She has something to work hard for and won’t stop until she achieved it; something about her leaves no doubt about that being true.]

If any of you hear this, please answer if you can. I am fine, so don’t worry about me. I will do my best to find all of you. Just wait for me.

[With a smile from Yona, the video message ends.]

[The knot in Kazuki's gut since arriving, which had hardly been an hour ago, continued to sit heavy. There is absolutely nothing right or acceptable about this situation, and his mind continuously falls back to the same questions.

—Although, most especially, what in the world even is all of this really, and how is it possible? He's been through some unique experiences in his life, but this is beyond all of it. Which says a great deal.
( Read more... )

[Action + Video]

This again...

[With a frown Yuuki can't believe that once more she is sporting not only the dome's most fashionable anklet, complete with built in hunter technology, perfect for suppressing vampire abilities! But even worse she's somehow in the orange jumpsuit once more. Not only that, but she woke up upon the ground in the center of the butterfly pavilion. It's not that she hasn't napped in public before. But she'd definitely remember changing into orange comfortable clothes to do.

Not to mention...her head feels somehow- foggy. She's not really sure how else to put it. What had she been doing before now? Marina is as familiar as ever, but something feels off. Which can only mean one thing, right? At the very least she remembers how to use their communication device. All at once she flickers up onto the screen on the network. With a sandwich from The Bistro in hand (she was hungry and thought it might help clear her head) she gives a small wave.]

So... does someone want to tell me what my punishment is this time? I distinctly remember putting on a performance not all that long ago and that should have been the end of that. I mean- it wasn't that bad. _Right? [Don't answer if you thought the concert was.]

Somehow I feel really disorientated.

[Although if she's back in an orange jumpsuit... had she left? But on all those other occasions she had supposedly disappeared she hadn't been forced back into prison gear. Just what's going on now?]

Zero...? And Yuuri-kun, too. Anyone really. What's going on? [The fact that she got a welcome message again... she hadn't disappeared again, had she? And if so... how long has she been away for?]

[ It's easy enough to figure out the headset. He even listens to the message and information before he starts throwing a decidedly scruffy, Corellian-sized tantrum about it to whoever is on this thing that will pay attention. ]

Listen, this is General Solo. [ And isn't he glad he can finally pull rank, if there's anyone here he can pull rank on. ] If this is some kind of kriffing joke, it's not funny. But if it's not, then someone needs to tell me what's going on that contaminating carbonite is illegal, not to mention my fault.

[ Not that he'd think someone (one of the Rogues is his first guess) would pull a prank of this magnitude in the middle of a crisis that includes people getting entenched to power droids, but it would be nice if that were the case. Mostly because then he wouldn't really be in prison and could more effectively yell at someone about it. ]