MarinaNova Asylum

[video | closed — Chekov]
Hey, I have some explaining for you about yesterday. [And the sooner she can rip off the band-aid of awkward the better because she can't really have them separated by weird and bad. That's her least favorite state-of-a-relationship.]

[video | closed — Reid]
Are you, you? I'm me. Freshly unevil. Or no more than usual anyway.

[action | open]
[Kitty is sitting in a corner booth at Squeeze with a mixed-fruit drink and breakfast platter she hasn't really touched yet. She's absently flicking her glass. Sometimes her finger strikes it audibly and other times it swipes right through the glass harmlessly.]

[video | closed — Ianto]
Hey, how do you feel about cinnamon rolls? [This is not her main question today.]

[video | closed — Nathan]
How's my favorite roommate?

Action – closed to Ianto

It's not the first time Jack's woken in a body that's not his own, and it probably won't be the last. It still throws him completely, mostly because when he rolls over into Ianto he can't figure out why there's hair flopping across his face. He's never worn his hair long enough for that – and it's never been brown and wavy before, either. He looks down at the arm he's flung across Ianto. It's a lot skinnier than it normally is. Actually, his whole body feels a lot thinner, and weaker, and just generally weird. He rolls back away from Ianto with a very uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, and heads for the mirror.

"Well. At least I'm not Spike this time."

And oh god, his voice!


Video – closed to Reid

Reid? Please tell me you have my body!


Open video

[Jack looks like Reid today. It's weird.]

Okay, just so everyone's aware, this is Jack. You need me today – hopefully only for today! – this is what I look like.


((OOC: I'll be giving him an open action thread in the mingle if you want to bump into him in (Reid's) person!))

[That awkward moment when you wake up and scratch your chest and nothing is as it should be. It's impressive how the prison finds ways of increasing the weird even in a life like Sam's. So impressive he manages to forget to actually hit the private button when making his frantic call.]

Chuck! We have a problem.

[Why is his voice so high while he's so short? How do people live like this? Why didn't he put a shirt on first or make a voice call? All good questions, but you try waking up as a girl and see how you react. Luckily for actual Chuck, the video is cropped just above the area where the censors would need to get involved if the prison had censors.]


(OOC: Feel free to catch him in action mode too! He will be very covered up by then.)

[Everything may be a bit topsy turvy today. Maybe you lost your head. Maybe you lost everything else. Or maybe you're perfectly you and it's just your friends and neighbors who don't make any sense.

Good luck going out and about to figure out your new surroundings.]

(MIND/BODY SWAP EVENT INFO)

Twas the day after Newbie Day, when down by the beach in the dome--

Stockings and other decorations were hung alongside jack-o-lanterns, baskets full of colored eggs, boxes of heart-shaped candies, and other things. The only creature that seemed to be stirring in this early morning hour was Quinn Fabray, who took it upon herself to see to a good bulk of the set up. Tables and chairs were set up alongside a makeshift stage and dance floor, with bright orange extension chords stretched out across the sand to give life to the lights, music, and karaoke machine. Games, should anyone want to play them, were set up to the immediate right of the food tables.

Don't be late! The Holiday Mash-Up starts promptly at 5PM. Bring your dates, wear your gowns and costumes, and celebrate all those holidays from home.

[john never drinks. he can't afford to with always having to fight to survive. plus, he's got a history with the stuff that makes him personally want to avoid it. so of course, the one and only time he has ever had a drink and gotten drunk, he'd end up in this... situation.

he still isn't completely sure what's going on. john tried to keep up with as much as he could of what was being said to him (listened in on all the crimes like murder, swallowed down the drunken guilt until he was too numb to feel it), but it's hard to make much sense of it all at the moment.

he's basically a drunk, lost puppy as he tries to fiddle with the communicator until he gets it working, stumbling around in the orange jumpsuit while being intensely aware that his powers are gone. john waves even though the wave is likely not picked up on by the camera except maybe a few fingers.]

These wardens have... bad timing. ...Or I do. I've never been drunk before, and now I am, and now I'm... here.

[must not be a coincidence. he definitely should not ever drink again.]

And I don't... know where I am. [maps are hard for drunk people] Prison under the sea is what they said, but I don't know... where I am in the prison. This is a weird prison. Where are the bars? ...the metal ones. Not the.... [he releases a breath, sliding a hand over his face and making a noise. why this.]

Video
[Anger rolls off Mal in waves as the camera focuses on him. His voice is rather dead though.]

In case any cares, Inara's gone. Not gone really... just stuck in one of those pods in the real prison. Amounts to much the same thing. She ain't here.

[He cuts the feed fairly quickly after that.]

Action
Sector 0

Mal wanted to hurt something. He wanted to hurt something real bad. Or damage property. But it seemed every time he did something like that, he ended up with some stupid punishment. Then he remembered the velociraptors. Now that would do just likely.

And so it was that a half hour later, Mal could be seen walking his horse, Serenity, through sector 0, pitchfork in hand. He pointed her in the direction of sector 6, spitting at the kiosk as he rode past.

[ audio - locked to Gon ]

[ Haruka has been promising Gon to show him her cool hobby for quite some time now. And it's finally a day ending in 1 or 4 again. So: ]

I'm ready. Come out to Sector 4.

[ action - open ]

[ That's right, it's time for driving class! Haruka has dirt bikes ready for anyone who wants one, as well as a lone motocross bike she'd found in the bike shop. The engine isn't great, though. It won't take her much faster than her motor scooter, which is parked off to one side.

There's a lot of puddles on the streets and in the parks today. What better time for a lesson on hydroplaning...?

She's putting one of the dirt bikes through its paces on a grassy spot, both wheels leaving the ground on occasion as she jumps puddles. The bike is splattered. The bottom of her riding jumpsuit is splattered.

But when she takes her helmet off and shakes out her bangs, her skin and hair are still impeccable. ]

[Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow~

Because you can't really stop it anyway, so grab yourself a steamy mug of whatever and build a snowman or snowwoman or snowporcupine or whatever you're into.]

(OOC: CHILL OUT EVENT INFO

Hi kids. Miss me?

[It's accompanied by the classic Jack Harkness smile, but someone who knows him well may see the hint of darkness behind the dazzling brightness. This is a Jack who's been through a lot in the time he was gone - time which was a lot longer for him than it seemed on this side.]

[ a graveyard. a prison. underwater, no less.

of course.

she should be angry. (but is she truly undeserving of punishment?)

elena should be livid, maybe. she can't quite access that emotion at the moment. she looks as composed and resolved as she possibly can, circumstances not withstanding, but clinging to her like a second skin is sadness. she is tired. hungry. worried. it doesn't matter. she can't afford to think about it, much less feel any of it. she can't process yet someone plans to hold her here for the rest of - there is only this moment. one step at a time. surely there are answers; she just needs to find them. play it smart. ]

I can't say I've given prison a lot of thought, but if I ever did? This is not exactly what I'd have in mind. ... Except for the jumpsuits. [ her lips quirk wryly into a faint and halfhearted smile. her attempt at levity is equally halfhearted. she feels heavy, heavier than the monitor that sits squarely at her ankle, but she is pushing past it. she needs to. the smile is initially brittle, but it remains steady. this hardly feels real. ] If there's anyone out there listening, I'm Elena. I'm new. Ish.

[ new to the prison world, but definitely not new to weird shenanigans, and that includes experiencing the multiverse. ]

I guess I just wanted to know what everyone's thoughts on this place are and how long they've been here, if they don't mind sharing. I've - [ she cuts herself off. blinks. blinks a few more times. ] Is that a robot?

[ ??????????????? ]

[You have a lot of baggage for your stay. Not the kind you stuff free robes and toiletries into. No, the kind of baggage that helps drive the sort of scenarios you experience. Your fears and your hang ups. Or maybe not everything is about you after all and you have a perfectly random, horrific time. Either way, the adventure starts now. Ring the bell for service.]

OOC: Haunted Hotel Info/Plotting

[ it's voice only today. leia could have easily put on one of her many alusteel game faces, but she doesn't have the energy for it today. ]

I regret to inform you that Luke Skywalker has vanished from the prison. [ her tone is flat, listless and detached, as if she were reading a pre-written speech off a holoprompter instead of telling the prison her twin brother's gone. ] We don't belong to this place, and while I doubt any of us enjoy seeing those we're attached to -- both from our homes and not -- leave the prison, it's for the best that they don't remain.

[ Something is weird. Perhaps you've had a snack that had some unfortunate side effects, maybe it's something in the water or you just got out of bed wrong this morning. It takes so incredibly little to end up with a strange day on your hands, although this is perhaps a little stranger of a day than usual.

Duck your heads, watch where you put your paws and be careful about yiffing the poodle next door. ]

(( ooc: EVENT INFO! All animal side effects will be reversed by daypost tomorrow! ))

[GREETINGS, EXALTED ONE --

the young man who comes into focus as the video feed clicks on exudes an aura of calm and clarity more than anything else, apparently unperturbed by the bizarre circumstances in which he's found himself -- or maybe just used to dealing with the like. he looks directly into the camera as though trying to meet the eyes of whoever's watching. the wardens, he assumes (or hopes). it's his best guess without the force to guide him, and that's something he's trying not to dwell on.]

I've had worse welcomes, but I would've preferred getting this one face to face. Your offer is a gracious one, but I'm afraid I can't take you up on it. [as justified as it is. but instead of articulating that, he just raises his eyebrows with faint amusement.] The rest of my natural life has already been spoken for, you see. But please -- allow me the honor of a personal audience with you. I'm sure we'd be able to work things out once we have a chance to talk.

[he believes it about as much as he'd believed jabba would show them mercy, but he has to try. even if he didn't want to avoid a fight anyway, his odds without his lightsaber or the force aren't promising.]

(ooc | for an action option, anyone can find him near the beach -- he'll probably be watching the ocean in utter awe.)

[ those forced required to attend the IDENTITY CRISIS therapy group find themselves directed to a back room of the library. there are snacks and beverages located against one wall, another table on the opposite side with a stack of mirrors, and a circle of chairs in the middle -- otherwise, the room is quite barren. perhaps to prevent those in attendance from getting too distracted... ]

An identity crisis is a time in life when an individual begins to seriously look for answers about the nature of his or her being and the search for an identity. Most teens go through periods of defiance against parental figures and other authorities. Though kids may make extremely poor choices when they choose to defy their parents, they are often participating in a deep exploration of self that will help them determine what they will do and who they will be as they enter adulthood. However, this crisis is not restricted to adolescence and the emergence into adulthood. It can occur at any time, and many people label the midlife crisis as a crisis of identity. Some people find their values, choices, or paths inappropriate after major life changes, such as divorce. Furthermore, nations and communities can suffer these crises, too, as they grow or respond to major changes. Allowing an identity to emerge before making important decisions or changes seems psychologically sound.

INTRODUCTIONS
Who are you? Who do you think you are? Who are you supposed to be? Who are you really? Discuss if you find yourself uncomfortable answering any of these questions. Elaborate on why you may find that you cannot answer them.

MIRROR EXERCISE
Look into the mirror. Who do you see? Is it who you expected to see? If not, share who you want to be able to see when you look at your reflection.

WHEN AND WHERE
Where were you when you began to question your identity? What were you doing? Was there a particular moment or event that sparked this questioning? Discuss and share.

[The Not Quite Normal Group Therapy Session was set up in one of the workshop rooms in the Education Center. The individual tables were pushed together into one with the chairs around it to promote a sense of belonging for the outcasts participants.

Activities were fairly free-form with a loose structure of a schedule. Introductions, bonding activities, and snacks. There were also name tags for all to wear, already printed with their names. Paper and pencils are provided.]

Introductions

My Name Is...
Go around the group and ask each young person to state his/her name and attach an adjective that not only describes a dominant characteristic, but also starts with the same letter of his name e.g. generous Grahame, dynamic Dave. Write them down, attach to their name tag, and refer to them by this for the rest of the session.

Catch Me if You Can
Everyone creates two parallel lines facing one another, opposite someone they don't know very well. Partners introduce themselves to one another, having about a minute to talk back and forth about things like hobbies, likes/dislikes, unique features. Both lines then turn back to back. They have one minute to change something small about themselves, like how their hair lies, what hand their watch is on, remove or add glasses, etc. The change should be discreet, but visible. Once time is up, the lines turn back to face one another again. Each person has two minutes and three guesses to identify the change in the other person.

Fact or Fiction
Everyone writes on a piece of paper THREE things about themselves which may not be known to the others in the group. Two are true and one is not. Taking turns they read out the three 'facts' about themselves and the rest of the group votes which are true and false.

Intermission
Snacks will be served! Take a break and talk casually to others.

Bonding Activities

What Makes You Unique
Everyone shares something unique about themselves. Show and tell if possible. Discussion welcome.

What Makes You the Same
Break apart into smaller groups of two or three. Each person must find 10 things they have in common with the person/people they're talking to.

Unique Isn't Bad
Each person talks about a time when the unique thing about them helped themselves or others. Alternately, each person discusses how they could re-purpose their uniqueness if it's something they see as bad in themselves.

Worries in a Hat
Participants anonymously write down a worry or fear related to their unique attributes and drop them in the large hat. Specificity with anonymity is encouraged. For example, "I'm worried that having magical powers and special duties because of these powers will interfere with having a family." Each person then picks a random card from the shuffled hat, reads the worry out loud, and attempts to explain what the person who wrote the worry means, trying to describe their own understanding/reflection of the person's emotions associated with the worry. The next person then picks. If someone picks their own worry, they place it back in the hat, reshuffle, and pick again. If someone figures out who wrote the worry, they must respect anonymity and not say who it was. After all the worries in the hat are read, the group can then discuss common fears and themes among what was in the hat.

Free for All
Feel free to make your own activity until the end of the session!

Dismissed!
Have fun with your new friends! Post session chatting is encouraged.

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{OOC: Group Therapy Event Info}

[You'll find the Murderers Anonymous group in one of the rooms at the Education Center. Snacks and drinks are provided. Chairs are set up in a circle in the center of the room. The door will be kept shut for privacy.]

[Paper and pencils and materials are provided on tables throughout the room. Feel free to move around.]

Warm Up
- How do you feel today? Circle all that apply. Why do you feel the way you do? Pick some other other emotions on the chart and discuss those. ("I feel angry when...", "It makes me happy when...")

Activities
- Fold a piece of paper in half. On one side, draw a representation of the part of you that is dangerous, violent, or evil. On the other side, draw a representation of the part of you that is kind, nurturing, and good. Share the result. Explain why you drew what you did and how you feel about each aspect of yourself.
- Silhouette Collage - Make a silhouette of yourself and fill your head with whatever is going on in your brain. What do you think about? What do you like? Dreams. Fears. Hopes.

Exercise
- Write your own eulogy. What would you want to read at your funeral if you were to die tomorrow?
- Write a eulogy for someone who has died/could have died as a result of your actions.

Discussion
- Discuss this paraphrased quote from Elie Wiesel: "Violence is a form of communication for a person who fails to find words." What are you trying to communicate?
- What are your views of death and the afterlife? What happens to us after we die?
- Do you have any regrets? Things you would take back, do again differently...
- Do you feel murder is justifiable? Explain your position.

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((OOC: Feel free to add in your own activities or prompts! Info.))

[The Loss/grieving therapy group was directed to the pet cafe. There are treats for humans and animals alike as well as activities to keep you busy and sharing and growing.]

Animal therapy
Talking about painful things is always easier when buried under kittens.

Inkblots
You look at them and discuss of course!
[Examples: A and B (Don't worry about actually taking that test.) Use any inkblot you find or make up!]


Game
There will be a handout with the following instructions:
Go through the alphabet with a partner, taking every other letter. Come up with a word that starts with your letter which you associate with someone or something you miss and explain what it means to you. [Example: (you) A — Apples — Dad always peeled his apples first, but then he'd eat the peel too. (partner) B — Baseball — My dog had this ratty old baseball he took everywhere. He always slept with his head on top of it.]

Card prompts
There's a table full of cards to get conversations started.
— Finish the sentence: "Today, my grief feels like..."
— Finish the sentence: "Today, I'm really missing..."
— List 5 things you don't miss about what you lost.
— What is the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning?
— What would you say if you had the chance to speak with someone you've lost again?
— What do you think they would tell you they want for you?
— Name 3 things you will do to fill your time and the void left behind.
— And many more...

(OOC: Don't let these prompts limit you. Be creative, if you want a different kind of prompt or activity then run with it! It's fine if your ideas require additional supplies too. This is everyone's post. Mingle! INFO)

[Welcome to the Family Issues group therapy located in a room at the education center. There are tables, chairs, prompts and various supplies along with food and beverages and a bot to keep an eye on things. Enjoy!]

Photos
There are family member photos everywhere. Make sure to use them to prompt conversations.

Roleplaying exercise
There is a hand out that explains roleplaying each other's key relatives including:
— Tell the person how you feel and what you needed from them.
— Express frustration/anger with the foam bats provided.
— Hug it out.

Game
There's a poster with the following instructions.
Word associations: start with a word that makes you think of family and then go back and forth with a partner, occasionally stopping to discuss what the words represent.

Card prompts
There's a basket of cards to get conversations started.
— What do you think of when you think of family?
— Who are you closest to in your family and why do you think that is?
— Who are you most distant or confrontational with in your family and why do you think that is?
— Have you lost a family member? What happened?
— What is your earliest memory?
— What was your childhood like?
— What sort of stressors were there in the family? (Separation, divorce, moving, loss of job, births, deaths, abuse)
— And many more...

(OOC: Don't let these prompts limit you. Be creative, if you want a different kind of prompt or activity then run with it! It's fine if your ideas require additional supplies too. This is everyone's post. Mingle! INFO)