MarinaNova Asylum

[Kitty appears on the video with bruises from a failed strangling fading on her neck. Things got rough a couple of days ago.]

So, it's Day 389 which also means it's been a year since I got here. And since the only other one who made that length of time is gone now, I guess I'm the reigning champ of sticking around. Celebrate or mourn it with me at Lyrical I guess. Funny hats are a plus. [She doesn't really know how to feel about it, but she figures it will be better to be not alone.]

Everyone's invited. [That was for Reid. Just in case he forgot, but if newbies want to party too then she doesn't really mind. She'll be set up on a small, comfy couch nursing a drink and listening to the music she requested from the music station. She isn't actually wearing a funny hat...yet?]

[Private to Chekov]

Hey.

[ Video ]

_{[ By the time Kirk decides to experiment some with the little device, he has managed to ditch the orange prison uniform and get himself into a normal shirt and pants. The jump suit had been humiliating as it was, he wasn't about to go looking for answers still wearing it. Not to mention orange was definitely not his color. ]}

Okay, so does anyone want to actually explain this situation to me? Because so far I've gotten the idea that some rogue AI have kidnapped me and I assume everyone else here. Needless to say, I'm taking what they're saying with a grain of salt.

_{[ Least because many of the more dire charges were, to him, quite justifiable considering most of them were done while saving lives. Some of those lesser ones he really couldn't argue (like cheating, whoops), but some on. This was ridiculous, not to mention where was his due process? ]}

And beyond that - please tell me that we can actually get booze in this prison. I have a feeling I'm going to need a drink to absorb all this.

_{[ In other words, he is freaking out inside but refuses to show it because his James Tiberius Kirk, damn it, and he is extremely salty over this turn of events. Can't he ever just get a normal shore leave? ]}

[ Action ]

<sub>[ His "invitation" sent, Kirk continued to wander around the prison - mostly Sector 0 and parts of Sector 1 for the moment as it seems, to him, to be a central sort of place for the prison. It's as natural a place to start as any, and regardless of how irritated he was at the situation, his stomach did not care. He found himself taking up some of the street food. Honestly he should have worried more about things they might have put in there, but if he didn't start doing some sort of activity he really would lose it. Eating was good as anything here, helping him to bide his time and keep his patience.

Don't judge him for picking the most homely food he could find - a corndog and fries. ]</sub>

[Nico looks like hell - though it might be hard to tell. He's got all the lights off on his end. Someone with good night vision might be able to see that his eyes are red and glassy. His voice, though, is raw and scratched, and he's going to make this quick.]

Yuuri's gone. He'd been here a long time, and I know he has a lot of friends here, s-so I wanted to let everyone know...

[That's it. That's all he can get through before his throat closes up and his eyes well up again. He cuts off the feed.]

[How one girl can be so oblivious to the fact she was recording the whole time she was walking through the dome in understandable, when one takes into account she's a demigod. Hazel had put on the communicator and accidentally flipped the video switch before she started walking.]

Frank! Piper? Where are you guys?

[She found herself standing in the middle of the park, looking around.]

Nico?

[How appropriate that on Newbie Day, Mal will also come back. Not that he ever left. At least, not to anyone else's eyes. He doesn't look all that different really, because honestly, what's a few months difference? Other than looking disoriented, he's really quite the same as he ever was.]

So. This weren't just some vivid dream. This place really does exist. And the other prison? The floral one? That was real too? Cause I woke up today feeling mighty hungover and absolutely sure that I was on my ship like I've been for the past few months. Or here. I don't even know anymore. Too many memories fighting in my head.

Aidan? You still around?

[An irate-looking teenage boy with red hair is still wearing the orange prison uniform that one gets upon arrival when he appears on the network. It's not because he finds the look appealing, he just hasn't had the opportunity to find a change of clothes for reasons that will be explained shortly.]

Okay, I bet you guys think you're being real funny here. I mean, do you really expect me to believe that I've been brought here because I'm a criminal? I help people! That's, like, as far away from being a criminal as someone could be! You guys are going to be so sorry when the Justice Le--

[Wally clamps his mouth shut, not wanting to give too much away since he doesn't know who all might be listening.]

Can someone at least get me off this dang floating island!? [He sighs, looking more than a little dejected all of a sudden.] I need something to eat.

[Video]
[Now this machine is completely different from either of the communicators that she had been given before. More complex in design, but thankfully simpler, at least in her opinion. Much few buttons to navigate. The person coming onto the video is pale, long dark hair—sorely in need of a good washing—falling about her face, left eye covered by an eyepatch looks a bit worse for wear, if usable. She’s smiling, unsure, but hoping she comes across as genial.]

Ah…hello? I don’t know how many people there are here already, but um…it’s nice to meet you all. My name is Miranda and…I’m not quite sure how these crimes are possible. I haven’t quite had the time to be a criminal and some of these ah…incidents were not intentional in the least. But as I doubt there is much I can do to change the mind of the wardens…do they um…allow us to do things...on our own?

[It’s been so long since she had a good bath and even longer since she had any kind of privacy, but if this place is anything like where she’s been before, she doesn’t expect that. She's trying to sound calm and easy, but her voice wavers just a bit.] If so, I-I would be very grateful if someone would direct me to the nearest washroom...an-and the stairs if you don't mind. I can't seem to find any and the door won't open.

[Someone maybe woke up floating on the island.]

[Action]
[She wants to learn her new surroundings, so completely different from where she's been recently that it's a bit overwhelming at first. She stands and looks and doesn't know which way to go in. But once she's moving it's like she has to see everything. She is moving all over the dome, stopping at the various places that she has access to. There's a beach, a library, a museum, and even a store full of animals! And she will be definitely taking advantage of the hot springs. The spa seems a little too...fancy for her, but hot water and a good soak help her feel a lot better about the situation.

It's when she sees the graveyard that she takes a pause, standing at the end of the area, but not entering. Considering how vast this place is, she's not surprised as she should be--not anymore--to see one, but it makes this place all the more...real. This isn't a dream. It's not another experiment by Val or the scientists. If it was, there would be so many more gravestones, she would think.]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 384 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm and sunny ].

The [ malfunctions ] from the last few days have now been corrected. We apologize for the inconvenience.

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.

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! )

[ And it was going so well.

He shared an apartment with them for several days, a room with Euphie for some of that, and keeping that -- particular -- area of his chest hidden wasn't terribly difficult. He's always been on the modest side. Pajamas to bed, typical enough; avoiding the pool and the ocean, perfectly in keeping with his preferences to minimize any form of physical activity; shirt on through the heatwave... he was hardly the only one.

But Botani has been relentlessly, coercively relaxing. Everything here is so simple and easy. Doing what makes you most comfortable is so... simple and easy.

And he is soaked through from a mishap at the lagoon, which is not comfortable, so Lelouch's first impulse is to fix that, even though far from being in a locked room (or bathroom, or once Euphie's closet), he's currently outdoors where anyone could see him...

...he's going to pull his shirt up over his head, exposing a truly nasty-looking scar on his chest. ]


((ooc: if your character is the type to recognize these things, it's a pretty new scar, and he got it from being stabbed between his ribs and through his heart with near-surgical precision!))

[Euphie is loving their new location even if she wishes the wardens had communicated better about the situation. But there they are and it seems that everyone is safe and this dome is even more beautiful than the one they left. She smiles over at Lelouch and Suzaku, happy to have them in one room.]

What are your plans for today? [She asks as she lightly touches the necklace that seemed to arrive with her even though she'd never seen it before.]

( OTA x2 )

[It's been much easier to get Soushi out and about today. There may be a reason for it, but Kazuki doesn't bother trying to figure it out. He's far, far too at ease for that kind of thing.

With their hands laced, Kazuki practically is dragging him all around. He's already mentioned Soushi to a few of the friends he's made here. It's about time that he introduce them. Although of course meeting new people is good, too.]


( closed to Soushi )

[It's quite possible that Soushi has never once witnessed him in such a happy mood, and that's saying quite a lot. To be honest it's kind of embarrassing, with Kazuki often catching himself.

So far the day has been going very well, too, ever since waking up. At some point they looked into taking one of the boats out, thankful that the bots were around to run it.

Later on at some point and they're on the ferris wheel- something he really had only ever heard about. Curious as he is, Kazuki can't help but stand near and gazing out the window. He's of course been much further up in the air than this, but never had the time to take in the view. Piloting isn't at all meant for that sort of thing, or enjoyment in general. So this is plenty special.]

(OOC: PLEASURE PRISON EVENT)

[Inmates, are you enjoying the slow dribble of water coming from your faucets? What about the way the power goes out briefly just as you were about to save something? How about the crisp chill in the morning after temperatures dropped overnight? And maybe the most heinous of all, with no new deliveries coming in anyone who only likes fully yellow bananas with no brown spots is now out of luck! Okay, so it's not exactly the worst thing that could be happening, but it is day three and things are only getting worse even if it's only gradually.]

(OOC: ROUGHING IT EVENT)

Private video to Kitty

So, apparently this bot strike isn't just a one day thing. Do you think the Defence Force should be doing anything more?

[Like warn people about people like Damon Salvatore, for instance?]


Action - open

Jack's doing a tour of the shops, checking out what's still in stock and what they're starting to look short of. Feel free to come across him delving through a chest freezer, along with any of his usual haunts - swimming, patrolling (Sectors 0-2) or the Library, though you're unlikely to find him with a takeaway coffee in his hand this time!

[The lack of involvement from their captors make Bruce nervous -- if this was Gotham he would have the money to try to get food into Gotham. To help people. He would have the resources to investigate what's going on -- he lacks the gear and technology he's acquired over the years in the Batcave. There are creatures here that he didn't know really existed before like vampires asking for volunteers with the food shortage (it's not hard to put two and two together from Damon's post, after all, and the place is called the Blood Shack). How long until they lash out?

Until someone gets hurt?

It makes him restless.

He hasn't exactly been putting himself out there to make friends here beyond his first post -- Bruce is not a social being despite the airs he puts on for the public back home. He's kept in contact with Kara, and that's about it. Alfred would be disappointed -- but when isn't he?

He can survive eating less. He pushes his body to extremes on the regular -- what he worries about is other people.

He is weary and tired and he chooses not to broadcast himself at the moment and instead just speaks over the network.]

Considering the shortage of food I can't help but wonder if we shouldn't try implementing some sort of rationing system -- we don't know how long this will last and the last thing any of us wants is to run out. The human body can endure a lot and as long as we stay hydrated we probably will survive assuming this doesn't last more than a couple more days -- but it's important to be smart about it.

[Damon is bored. BOOOOOOOOOOORED. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORED. Which is why he posts this video from the Blood Shack.]

Well, since the whole point of these social networks is to whine about your stupid problems, I guess I might as well join the "cool kids" [exaggerated air quotes] and complain about the shitty service we've been getting. Where are all our little robot slaves, picking up the trash? And why didn't anyone tell me they were cutting off my blood shipments?

Speaking of which, the Blood Shack is hiring. Servers. [There's a bit of a fang in his smile; you can probably guess how exactly you'll be serving.]

[posted a few minutes later]

I can't believe I forgot to post a pointless picture of my lunch that nobody cares about! Here it is.




Hashtag Delicious.


[ open action ]
[Damon is hanging out at the Blood Shack, bored and restless and cranky. Bother him at your own risk.]

[ "The rest of your natural life." C.C. wonders how long the technology in this prison was designed to last. The "lush and abundant setting" she wakes up to fills her with a profound sense of unhappiness -- an eternity in a single place isn't what she expected when she made her most recent choices. Will she still be able to find the World of C? Is she going to go back to being all alone, just when she learned the value of not being so?

She's still laying on her back in the middle of what looks like a park, pushing buttons on her communicator to see what it does. Finally, she manages the settings for a video message.

A bored-looking young woman with amber-colored eyes and bright green hair is asking a very important question, fellow prisoners: ]

Is there pizza here?

[ The kiosk is quiet this morning. No announcements, no jaunty tunes, no nothing. If anyone approaches, there's a message flickering on the screen. ]

[ WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST ]

[ Will your request be answered? Who knows. ]

(OOC: EVENT INFO. Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Warden request post is HERE for your convenience! Mail submissions go here! )

[So Sebastian kindly offered to take the place of all maintenance bots. The Wardens don't recognise a good deal when they see one.]

[Video:]

[There's Sebastian, cheerfully smiling, composed, perfectly immaculate in his butler uniform as always.]

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Please excuse the interruption to your day – I will attempt to be brief. I have made some of your acquaintances already, but for those I have yet to meet: I am Sebastian Michaelis, head butler of the Phantomhive household.

[A small, polite bow at the camera. Even if you haven't been introduced some might have seen Sebastian's smiley, proper self around: waiting on his young lord or Madam Red, or recently helping out at Yuuki Kuran's Nine White Orchids flower shop. And now this:]

Given today's technical difficulties [Veridical wouldn't say if they were having trouble with the bots or not, so Sebastian passive-aggressively goes with the less flattering interpretation of her words] I thought to offer my services, should anyone have use of them. Anyone unaccustomed to cooking, or who would simply prefers not to cook their own meals, is welcome to stop by The Bistro in sector 2. Since it is currently unmanned, I will be using it for the time being. [Veridical kinda sorta said it was okay!]

I will do my best to accommodate any request. I am no professional chef, but I am accustomed to cooking for nobility, and have years of experience with preparing and serving banquets.

Thank you for your time, and do have a good day.

[Action]

[True to his word, Sebastian has claimed The Bistro restaurant as his place of operation for the day. Please come by and ask him to cook things for you. Or bake things. Please save him from this crushing boredom of not having enough to do.

Anyone passing by just might smell the lunch he's preparing for Ciel and Madam Red: grilled salmon on a spinach bed with duchess potatoes and garlic mushrooms. It smells delicious - surely you want some? Please come inside and give him things to do.]

[Video | Open]
[The video starts with a close up of this lady right here.]



Prison, let me introduce you to Chicago. Chicago, prison. Prison, Chicago.

[Kitty turns the video back on herself and smiles.] So, I have a dog and I will let you pet her if you come help me paint the apartment. I have plenty of brushes and rollers. There's also a bunch of pizza. [Which she'll actually have to cook since the robots aren't playing nice with anyone today. It's something she has her eye and her team on, but she's going to keep living life for now.] And drinks.

Stay for an hour. Stay until it's done. Whatever you're up for. Good times ahead. [And she's more into having the company than making people work. Definitely some big changes going on. The one she doesn't mention is that she and Reid broke up again a few days ago.]

[Action | Open]
[Step right up! The door and windows are open in her sector 4 apartment. There's plastic covering quite a bit of it and paint swatches up for the appropriate rooms. Dark blue in her bedroom, gold for the kitchen, a brighter blue in the living room, aqua in the bathroom, gold again in her office and Nathan's room—even though he's not going to be living there anymore is pure black as requested. There are coolers in the kitchen with an assortment of refreshments, some alcoholic. She'll throw pizzas in every now and again. Who knows what will be playing when you walk in a little Alice Cooper or KISS or some AC/DC. This is a judge-free zone, guys. Oh, and Chicago will probably greet you at the door.]