MarinaNova Asylum

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[This has been an ... interesting day, to say the least. Damon's mood has been spiraling between rage, confusion, despair, a weird giddy joy that at least there are other people around, and guilt. It's made him pretty tetchy.]

Okay, first of all? This little headset here? It’s stupid. The douchebags who wear bluetooth earbuds would look at this and go “Well that looks dumb.” Whoever designed this thing doesn’t deserve to live.

[You’ll have to forgive him; he’s in a bit of a mood. Watching your best friend sacrifice herself so you could escape a prison world and reunite with your girlfriend and then finding yourself in a different prison world instead will do that to you.

But now it’s time to get down for the real reason he’s wearing this ugly headset and posting to this stupid prison social media thing.]

Secondly, I need a witch. So if you are a witch, or you know a witch, come find me.

[Objectively speaking, he knows he can’t compel anyone by video. If that was possible, there would be a lot more vampire politicians. But fuck objectivity, he has to try. If he can’t get out of here and reunite with Elena, he at least needs to rescue Bonnie from that psychopath.]

And Bonnie Bennett? If you’re here, I’m going to kill you for screwing that spell up.

[God he hopes she’s here.]

[the video goes to black, then clicks back on again as Damon remembers something]

Oh, and if you've seen some naked chick with dark skin and black eyes, responds to the name "Ao", let me know that too. Or just go tell that Goku kid.

[Looking for that kid's friend will get him karma points, right? Right. Of course it will. Look at him, doing a good deed. Yeah he still doesn't know she's a squirrel.]

[The video turns on after a great deal of confusion for the dragon. He has found a sheet to cover himself with, but mainly his eyes...he doesn't want to deal with most of this at the moment but he needs to figure somethings out.]

...I can't find Ao.

[Not big on words it's all too clear this conversation might be a little difficult.]

I'm not sure...what's happening.

[He is blunt and to the point, he wouldn't deny that some of the crimes listed might be true...but they were all in order to protect himself or others. Still to be here was confusing.

He doesn't really say much else and turns off the video, it's clear that he wants some help but isn't good at expressing it.]

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[At one of the decorated clothing stores, Kija finds himself again. He's only been here one other time, and he picked up something simple. With everyone acting so strangely the day before, he thought to go alone. Only... he's clearly at a loss as he inspects the many different outfits and styles inside. With a tired sigh he slumps. It's no use. The fashion is so different from what he's used to at home. What would be good for...bicycling? Or everyday wear.... Things are much simpler in his village. All of his clothes were tailored and costume made.

. . . Not to mention they all wear the same thing.

Holding up one of the items on a hook, he frowns in confusion.]

What good does such clothing as this do...?

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[Technology in any form is beyond foreign in its entirety to Jae-Ha, so naturally, it's taken a fair amount of time to get a good enough idea on how to use the communicator. His very first thought when the announcement began was just that he must be hearing voices. Not for the first time.

He's also done some exploring here and there, still as curious. From the looks of it he's currently in a park.]

Greetings, Marina. I must say that this place is incredibly deceptive in all of how fascinating things are in every direction I look.

[It may or may not be easy to tell that he's forcing these pleasantries, his tone clipped.]

However, I've never in my whole life seen nor heard of anything more disgusting than this set-up we all have been forcibly dragged into. Its cruelty is only amplified a hundred-fold by how pretty it seems at first glance. The length of our chains are great, as we're allowed about all over this dome. Yet in the end, they truly are no different than ones which hardly allow us to take even a step.

[As someone who was shackled to the floor and walls of a small stone room for twelve years, he would know.]

While I can only pray they aren't in such a terrible place as well, if anyone can let me know if there is a Yona present, or Hak, Kija, Shin-Ah, Zeno, or Yoon, I would appreciate it.

[he pauses after that]

Until then, I wouldn't mind being given some kind of tour around this place. There's a great deal of things I couldn't have ever have imagined. Having a pretty girl or two by my side would especially ease my frustrations, even if a little bit.

[Hak's sitting on the ground squinting at the device that is doing the video recording. This is all way over his head and completely beyond his wildest imagination. All the technology surrounding him is a bit much for Hak to handle. Not to mention the neon orange jumpsuit is enough to burn anyone's retina's.]

All of this seems like it would cause a headache. Is it really necessary? Orange isn't exactly my color. It looks like it would be safer to look straight into the sun than stare at this fabric for more than 2 seconds.

[For all his complaining, Hak is here for one reason and one reason only. He has a job and this job is extremely important to him. There's a slight problem though because in order to do his job, he has to be by someone's side and right now she's not here. He can't just ask for her though because she's not supposed to draw attention to herself.

Not that he's even sure he's using this thing correctly.]

Is this thing even working?

[He doesn't have a clue and tries to focus on the visor part of the device with his eyes, but he ends up leaning over too far and falls over on his side.]

I don't like it. Take it off. I can find my friends the old fashioned way...

Morning, prisoners. Welcome to one more day of absolute boredom and suffering. [ quite the exaggeration there, but Damon's been in a pretty bad mood lately. he's annoyed, frustrated and everything ever. (mostly looking at you, veridical!) Elena, the only face from home he could somewhat tolerate, has once again disappeared into the abyss or stabilizer or whatever. he can't, for the life of him, understand why she keeps being played like a yo-yo. ]

For those of you who are new and for those of you who don't know me, I'm Damon. I run the Blood Shack at Sector 5. [ he's sitting in the back office right now, enjoying a full glass of whiskey. ] I'm looking for fresh blood. Not of the bag variety. Trust me, I have plenty of those in stock. I need bartenders and waitresses, and all kinds of multitasking types. If you're keen on racking up some points for good behavior, or are simply incredibly attractive, or you're looking for a way out of a purposeless existence, blah blah blah, let me know.

[ he points a finger to himself. ] Feel free to ask me any questions. Totally, one hundred percent-ly, open to it. [ he finishes his drink and pours himself another glass. (it looks like someone's not looking to get through the day sober.) ]

Also, ooh. Important to note. We pride ourselves in being discreet about what we serve and who we serve them to. So if your deep, dark secret at home is enjoying sucking on a brain or two, being a cannibal or an alcoholic, we've got you covered. No worries. [ he ends the feed with a wink. ]

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!

( Closed to the Happy Hungry Bunch )

[They had gotten a lot of newbies the day before, so Duo was using a cart to help with the baskets. They weren't easy to carry when you had more than four of them.

To get to the newbies, he had a list of names, so he was calling them up on their communicators to find out where they were so he could bring the baskets to them. The call likely consisted of an introduction of some sort (Hey, I'm Duo.) and an explaination (I have a basket for ya.) and a request for the current location of the recipient (Where can I meet ya to drop this off?).]

Today's Deliveries

• Welcome baskets for Day 363 New Arrivals

{OOC: This is perfectly welcome to be handwaved for anyone who doesn't want to thread out a welcome basket delivery. Threads can either start with the communicator call, or with Duo meeting up with the character in person to give them the basket. Feel free to reply to the basket thread or start a new top level here in the post. I'm flexible! This is also Duo's open action post for today for anyone else who might want to have a run-in with him.}

Closed to Aidan - Memory Garden
[Mal hadn't found time yet to get back to the gardens to finish his memorial for Inara. There was too much going on with all the new arrivals. And then he met that Han Solo guy which changed everything. Perhaps so as to not be outdone, or perhaps to keep himself sharp with another smuggler about, Mal woke today and didn't immediately go out in search for another bottle of whiskey.

Instead he took the time to wash up, brush his teeth, and put on some clean clothes. Not that he was planning on running into anyone today, but it was time to stop wallowing. He still had something left to finish on that account though.

In the Memorial Gardens, Mal kneeled in front of the bush he had sloppily planted. He dug the stones out from under it, and began stacking them. When he was finished, he sat back on his heels, assessing the entire memorial. Well. It was good enough.]

I think you'd be ashamed of me Inara. More'n you usually are. But it turns out, you bein' here? Best thing that ever happened to me. I ain't handling the drop from that so well.

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Open Action - Sector 2: Athletic Complex and shooting range
[Mal's not going to go back to the alcohol. Not yet at least. Unless you manage to bribe him. So instead, he'll be busy beating up sandbags and shooting at targets to get all this aggression out.

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[ . . .He wants to kick himself for discarding the magic device he had found by his ear upon arrival. While the words it had said were nonsense, it wasn't until later that he comes to understand that it may be his only way to find the princess.

. . . And now his companion whom he separated with earlier to go search for it. By now he's given up on finding the magic object. More important, he thinks, is reuniting. They can look for the ear piece later.

At some point he procured material to paint with, as well as a notebook. Apparently the metal beings- which originally he had been wary of could understand him. With the notebook, he's already quickly sketched something within. And with that he wanders around the current sector he's within, and approaches anyone who will spare him a moment.]

Excuse me. [He lifts a clawed hand up to catch their attention and approaches seriously.] I have a missing person to report. He's a boy who appears around the age of sixteen or seventeen, with blond hair, blue eyes, and might have invited himself over for a meal. [Lifting the notebook up there's an incredible sketch on the paper of the boy in question.]



His name is Zeno and he should be in orange...attire like myself. You may have seen him sleeping in a random location, and tends to roam around like a vagabond. If you find him, please return him to me.

[ . . . Maybe he should put up a few posters.]

( Closed to The Happy Hungry Bunch )

[OOC: Kija does not have his communication device on. He speaks Koukan... which is Korean based-ish, so he likely wont be able to understand anyone, but they should still be able to understand him. P.S. Forgive Kija's terrible art skills.]

[As of the morning of the day, there is a menace in Quatro Park. Maybe not a terrible menace but Zeno is most definitely trudging through the foliage to find each and every single one of the pieces of artwork before then proceeding to crawl all over them. Literally. Each one becomes a jungle gym to him as he attempts to use the height of the statues to see a longer distance.

Mostly he's doing it to spot another sculpture but if he happens to see someone else then that's fine too. Good luck trying to get this grinning fool down from where he's at.

Eventually Zeno does turn his attention back to the weird looking device where he heard the voice. Poking at it until it suddenly turns on.

Have a teen blinking at it in confusion.]

Hello? Is this how Zeno talks to other people? [He seems to decide that it is.] Heeeelllllloooooo other people! [Cue him waving at the device though he isn't entirely sure that anyone can even see him.

Seriously, what a cheery guy he is.]

Zeno's name is Zeno and Zeno is new to this place. Hmm, what did the voice call it again?

[He wasn't really paying that much attention to it.]

If Zeno's here then maybe Zeno's friends are here too! Everyone should keep an eye out for Miss - she's short with red hair and Mister is tall with dark hair, then there's Hakuryuu, Ryokuryuu and Seiryuu. Don't forget mom! Mom makes the best food ever!

[Those descriptions are not helpful in the least.]

That's all for now! Bye-bye!