MarinaNova Asylum

Closed network call to Ianto

[He wakes alone, and so the very first thing he does is make a call out to Ianto. And because life is a musical, that call is a song.

A very predictable song.]

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say I care…

((OOC: Unfortunately John Barrowman doesn't appear to have recorded this song, so here's Stevie Wonder instead))

Open action

Jack can be found out and about all day – it's far too nice a day to be stuck inside on his own! And there's a good chance he will be singing. Catch him in any of his usual haunts:

Early morning patrolling Sectors 0-2 (Oh What a Beautiful Morning)
On the beach (On the Beach)
In the sea (not singing because not really practical, but he'll probably start if he spies you!)
Getting lunch or dinner from one of the carts in Sector 0 (Food Glorious Food)
Getting coffee (Taylor the Latte Boy)
Wandering/patrolling in the evening (Delovely)
Wildcard!

((OOC: Linked recordings by John Barrowman wherever possible (i.e. actually only one of these!))

[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?

[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.]

[ Chuck isn't shy about enjoying herself on a normal day, so this vacation has been a nice break but nothing out of the ordinary. Good food, exploring the waterfall and forest trails, relaxing in the softest bed she's ever slept in... all that is fine and dandy but if this really is their last day in paradise, she should do something different. Something she may have wanted to do — might've even done on her honeymoon — but that isn't entirely socially acceptable.

She makes her way to the lagoon sometime during the afternoon, wearing a sundress and a smile, her hair tied up into a messy bun. If anyone wants to come across her skinny dipping... well. The more the merrier? ]

Closed Video to Aidan

[The video opens on a smiling Mal. Smile might be an understatement. He's grinning.]

How good are you at Chinese Checkers?

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Open Action
Okay, so the day hadn't started so well. Mal never took to showing up somewhere new well. He especially didn't take well to his coat being gone. Again. But the anger was short lived. After finding a lightweight button down, some pants, and a decent pair of boots, he made his way out...

and found the game room. Oh he planned on kicking some serious butt at Chinese Checkers. In fact, he absconds from the game room with it, preferring to play in the Cavern Pub. Why yes he'll turn it into a drinking game! He will also pressure ask everyone in his vicinity to play.

Later that evening he makes his way into the casino. They have a Tall Card set. Perfect. "So you have plums here. And you need..." he explains the rules to whomever is willing to play.

[OOC: Note, the mun has no idea how to play Tall Card, though apparently a game has been made... I'm very happy to wiffle my way through it.]

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!

| HEATWAVE EVENT INFO |

[He's been here but a short time, more than a week, he knows, but less than two. In that short time, where he's withdrawn from the others that call this place home, where he's sought isolation instead of human companionship, the voices have - with unnerving accuracy - started their refrain once more.

Max.

Where are you, Max?

You're running again, aren't you? You always run.

But you'll hit the wall here, Max. Can't run far.

For the most part, he's ignored them. Shut them out as best he can by busying himself with the day to day tasks of living. Living? No, that's not right. With surviving. He's resourceful. He's savvy, when it comes to making things last, and it's afforded him less in the way of chances of running into other people. There's little enough reason to barter here, to interact, when it's easy enough to simply hold on to what he can get, ration it out, and keep to the shadows, at least metaphorically.

He's gotten clothes - still suited more for the desert than the prison - and fashioned a leg brace, and beyond that it's been remarkably easy to stay out of the picture. Too easy, perhaps.

The dreams he's purposely sat aside, hopefully to be buried in sand never to be thought of again.

And this day starts like most others, with the ghosts of his past trailing not far behind, their voices carried to him as though on the wind, from far away, as he goes about his business. The beach. The library. The tree grove. Places that are quiet, very usually empty, and far flung enough that it sates the craving to keep moving, to not stop and settle in one place too long.

The difference today is that he's visible, moving about in the same places and same times as others, and trying (and, for the outside observer, awkwardly failing at) going with the flow and blending in, instead standing out like a sore thumb as he drifts from one place to another; restless, but with no purpose but the drive to stay alert.]

[ooc; since i've been horribly mia, here's your local damaged, dirty dune drifter, for all your road warrior needs. if you want something specific, shoot me a pm or ping me on plurk.]

Dream 1
The ship is dead in the sky. Warnings about life support blare in both English and Cantonese over the loudspeakers. The air feels thin. Something is definitely wrong here. If you make it to the cargo bay, you might want to see to the man busy bleeding from a gunshot wound.

Dream 2
Horses knicker and stamp their hooves, though you might not be fully aware of your surroundings other than a bot shrieking at you to kiss better and Mal's hands tangled in your hair as he pulls you close and presses his lips firmly against your own. "Ain't letting this chance go by again," he growls.


Dream 3
"You're it!" Mal calls before taking off running. You have to dodge horses and cattle to chase him, and he's clearly making this as difficult as possible for you.

A little thing like rain isn't going to stop Kara — or rather, Supergirl, clad in a makeshift costume — from soaring up into the sky and doing a few laps around the island to both in attempt to better understand this place and stretch her freshly (re)superpowered legs. And while she's getting something of a feel for her limitations, exploring the dome more thoroughly than she was able to yesterday is providing her with far more questions than it is answers.

She can be found throughout the day flying around various sectors — from stopping by the Athletic Complex to pick up a few barbells (effortlessly, and perhaps all at once), to roasting some of the Shooting Range's marshmallows with her heat vision, to stopping by the Sizzle & Sear to grab something to eat, and even taking the time to walk through the museum's pig exhibit.

"I will never look at bacon the same way again."

(OOC: EVENT INFO | RAFFLE THREAD)

Closed video

[Remember how he seemed like he was almost better? Mal doesn't sound better when he calls Aidan. He's not drunk, but he's not better.]

I'm taking Serenity out for a ride. Care to join me?

[Well, since she feels she should introduce herself, not that probably everyone has heard her talking about brains already. The technology is fine for her to figure out. What to say... there lies the problem. Amy wasn't shy but she wasn't sure about attention either. Growing up in the back of a car, moving from school to school on her mothers not so peace and love hippy type whim of where they went and when meant she was nearly always the new kid. She didn't like that this in a way reminded her of that.


She made a face as she turned the device on.]

Um, hey. I'm not sure what I'm meant to be saying. I wasn't expecting to be here...

[She gives a sort of laugh and a little slightly sad smile as she tucks part of her hair back behind her ear.]

So, I'll just say hi. And ask where can I get some different clothes?

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!

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.

[ 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. ]

[Pucker up, inmates! It's that day again—your favorite prison holiday! And, of course, the wardens provided lip balm stations for your convenience.

(OOC: Mistletoe Bot INFO)

Audio

[Oh look. He's STILL drunk. Mal had seen his disc. He got to witness himself die at the hands of Niska. He hoped his crew was OK.]

Anybody else slotted to die horrible deaths in their future?

[Healthy Mal. Real healthy.]

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Action

[Wander here and stumble there. Mal had thought to go to the stables, but apparently smelling the way he did bothered the horses. He finally ends up on the beach, staring at nothing as he continues to drown himself in whiskey. Fight for those who love him? What does it matter? He's just going to get captured by Niska and tortured to death. The wardens didn't see fit to show him the fact he would actually survive that...

Of course, there's always the chance he can change that future. But it's hard to see at the moment. He'd rather wallow in self pity.]

[The Shooting Range]

Mal got to the range early when he knew no one else would be here. In one hand, he carried a bottle of whiskey, in the other, a sack of things. Once in the range, he looked around, confirming there was no one else, before stepping over the barriers and making his way to the target area. He dumped out he sack and started setting things up. Tea cups. Scarves. Figurines. A box of tea. All items he'd filched from Inara's apartment before the bots could take it away. He stood back to admire his handywork, then made his way back to the front. He picked up a pistol, wrinkling his nose at the lack of real ammunition, and took aim at the items.

[Museum]

Mal's taken to visiting the museum when he wants to be alone. Not many people visit it, and there are excellent dark corners to sit and drink onesself into a stupor. Sadly, his whiskey runs out before he can get as drunk as he wants. He throws the bottle somewhere, smiling when it crashes. Oh he'll have to clean it up a some point, but he doesn't care. He'll just take a nice nap.

[Closed to Aidan, Audio.]
[It's clearly Mal, and he is clearly drunk.]

How long'd it take to get over Helix?