MarinaNova Asylum

[ It's late evening when the transmission starts, a velvety darkness competing with the warm light that spills out through the open door. Aidan is sitting in the greenhouse tonight. Maybe he got stuck out there after tending the plants. Maybe he needed some space, fresh air, distance. Comforts of home.

Whichever it is, it's clear that he's got a lot on his mind, features ever so often lit up by the cherry of a stolen cigarette. He doesn't smoke — not really — but tonight he does and those of you that've talked to him over the last few days might've seen this coming.]

I've been here... some 40 days now. Now, I know that ain't much of anythin' compared to most of you but after a while... it just kinda hits you, y'know? How long you've been here an'... how many people you've met. New ones every week. Some of 'em... heh, we lose a lot 'round here, don't we?

We should still remember 'em, but I'm wonderin' if we do. It ain't like we get to say goodbye or nothin', one day they're just... gone. And I've been thinkin'... no one really seems to talk about 'em once they're gone. Not for long anyway... and there's a lot. Every week... someone disappears.

I want to remember them. Simon and Nia. Nill and Haine. Yuri, Kanda... Ava, even though she dumped snow down my shirt. Yuta. Agito. Rapunzel. Nasuti, Reki, Kaylee... Lina. Th' people I never really got th' chance to know, like Gareki and Gemini and Kurama. Atsuro. Reki. Gamzee... Evy. That guy... what's his name. Atton. Road. Birdman. Yuuki... and Toph.

And Jane. [ He falls silent for a moment after that. That's a long list of names, but it always is. The difference here being...] Heh... back home, I was always th' one to leave.

[And with that he cuts the feed.]

[The video clicks on to show a kid who isn't really sure what expression to make. His expression seems to settle into one of confusion after a minute or two.]

I guess I wasn't really expecting to wake up here after that whole dream bubble thing. Then again I probably was never expecting to wake up in a prison?

I am not really sure about this crimes list they gave me, though. I mean I did do some of these, but uh... Most of these were from playing a video game, so I don't really know if those count? Also I wasn't really driving that car??

Oh man, I am going to start rambling! Anyway, I am new here apparently, so hi. My name is John! I wonder if anyone else I know is here? On second thought, I hope not. That would really suck.

[Just when she had feeling the irony of going through capture and murder attempts when she had wanted adventure, here was another situation. But at least here there were innocent people going through the same thing. She hoped.]

Hello? Was anyone else here just…taken? [That was a question everyone could answer yes to whether they meant it or not. But she couldn’t come up with a better way to ask it.]

…Because I wasn’t exactly expecting this. [Well, with all the other recent events, it didn’t stand out much either. She smiles ruefully.] Prison is a new experience. I’ve never even heard of some of the crimes I’ve been accused of. Though the others aren’t things I’ve actually done either. [Maybe one or two, but those weren’t on purpose. Or it was in a circumstance that excused it entirely. She couldn’t have been expected to stay with Tristan when he had captured her, even if it she had agreed to cooperate afterwards.] And this prison is very unlike anything I’ve seen. This thing I’m using to speak through…[She’s not sure if this is more or less disconcerting than her being in prison.]

I’m Yvaine. I’d appreciate your answers, if you can give them. Thank you. [Her smile is nervous and awkward.]

[Fashioned with some unique outfit, Kurt finally feels its okay to be seen on camera. After having a talk with his roomie Quinn, and gathering his thoughts on a set of notecards. He has a few things to say, not many he promises.]

So I hear there is a Glee club around here? If you're a member of the Glee club I would like to meet you.

[PRIVATE VIDEO TO QUINN FABRAY]

So do we have cheerios uniforms around here as well? What music is the Glee Club looking at?

[There are things he needs to know.]

[The feed turns on to Caroline standing in Quatro Park in Sector four. She holding up a uniform that she had made before she nods with approval. Smiling brightly, she addresses the camera finally.]

Hi, some of you might know me, I'm Caroline Forbes. And as of today, me and Elena Gilbert are restarting Marina Academy's cheer squad. [It was a not so hostile take-over They kinda hijacked it, sweetly.] We'll be having tryouts in a week and anyone's welcome! Don't worry if you don't have experience, I'm going to be holding a workshop of sorts every day this week at 5 PM in Quatro Park. Starting tomorrow, I'll be here to teach anyone who's interested in learning Cheer 101.

[She smiles again, this is her wheel house, she thrives on this.] So sign up here, let me know if you're interested. And I'll be hanging around the park for the next hour if anyone wants to stop by.

[ seven is rather sluggish this evening, moving about at a pace much slower than her usual speedy, efficient nature allows. she's having trouble focusing, glancing over her shoulder as if hearing or seeing something that isn't there, and has recalibrated the minor sensor sweep she's running on her tricorder five times in a row. anyone who runs into her this evening/tonight (she'll be moving about the dome in various sectors) might notice she's not quite herself presently not operating at peak efficiency.

it's been days -- she needs to regenerate. but stubbornly, she continues to work without "sleep" on completing data's repairs. and, continuing to see to that very thing, she switches on her communicator. ] Commander, I require your presence. [ unfiltered, though security is presently not an issue. anyone watching might catch a glimpse of the section of a pale face and a yellow eye that she's been reconstructing for the commander. ]

[Video | Filtered to the Defense Force & incoming members]
Yes, I'm feeling better, thanks for asking. [What? No. That being wasp-stung thing wasn't embarrassing at all.]

Team adjustment with the land of the lost open. [Business time.] My team is going to cover Sector 6 and Buffy is going to lead a new Sector 5 team. Patrols and dispatch are thin right now. We're working on interviewing the interested and skilled and getting them into our ranks. Until they're beefed up, just call in reinforcements as needed.

Now you can just...stop watching the network and that would be fine. [Because she is opening up the filter.]

[Video | Open]
[She adjusts the device to have a wider angle and sets it down before stepping into the shot. She stands there a moment before dancing. Yes, dancing for everyone. She's actually very good at it. See, once upon a time Kitty had a very different kind of life. The routine is an old one she did years ago, and has modified. It's a combination of ballet and more contemporary moves with high energy. One of her punishments was an open performance and this should cover it. After a few minutes which included some pretty acrobatic moves that might look more like fighting than dance, she finishes and walks back to the device.]

Sorry, no tutu.

[Private to Morgan]
So, thanks.

(OOC: Action is open too if you'd prefer to run into her or catch the dance in person.)

_{[Well, here is an Ashura at his morning tea, looking pensive, as if somehow expecting the tea to taste different.]}

You know, in all the commotion of yesterday, I rather forgot I had turned 279. Odd, isn't it, how you can forget something like that? I had thought... I would feel different on that realization, but I suppose we all expect that and it never really happens. Maybe that will happen at 280, a milestone of sorts.

What do you all usually do for your birthdays in your worlds? Any special customs?

[Catherine turns on her communicator and shows off a very big smile.]

Hey, hey!

[There's some shakiness as she moves her device around to now show off her nails. ... And perhaps you might notice she's only wearing a towel around her body, too. She's been out of the shower for more than an hour now to do her nails, but she's awfully cozy like this, revealing as it is for the public.]

I just finished painting my nails! What do you think?

[She giggles before tilting the camera back up to pause at her cleavage to her face.]

But then I got to thinking... I bet all the girls should have a huge sleepover and do stuff like this together! We could tell stories, play games, talk about boys, and give each other makeovers! Doesn't that sound fun?

[Now she'll bring up a finger to playfully wag.]

But surprise, surprise~ No boys allowed~

Sakura Kinomoto's gone home, for those of you who didn't know. I'm sorry.

[ it's an awkward announcement to make, being that quinn didn't really know the girl. she'd gone looking for her to ask some questions about the cheerleading squad and had discovered she'd been sent home. quinn couldn't really be sad for her, as earning your way out of the prison was something she viewed as a good thing. she was happy for this girl she didn't know, though sad for the people still here who had been close to her. ]

I guess that means the cheerleading squad's without a captain. [ surprisingly, quinn doesn't want the position. she's directing and managing the glee club right now, and she's done her time as a cheerleading captain. someone else can take command of marinanova's cheerleaders. ] Who else here was on the squad or interested in it besides Elena and Caroline?

[The video comes on as Itachi lightly smooths his hair back into place--if only because the strays in his eyes are inconvenient. The background is inside an empty building. There is only minor damage to it.]

The person causing destruction in Sector 2 has been subdued. He appeared incapable of comprehensible speech and unlikely to answer any questions intelligently. He's contained and bound.

[The video pans away from him to show Zelgadis with his upper body wrapped in thick parchment like paper--as if rolled into a carpet.]

Suggestions on what to do with him are welcome.

[She's confused....and lost, and what's happened to everything?? This place seems similar to before...and then not at all. OTL This means...it's important that she put all the training and skills she's been taught so far to good use! She's tried to ask a couple people about the condition of their hearts as well as her location but most of them have hurried off, been too busy, or cast her suspicious glances....

Why does this always happen...

EITHER WAY! Kobto Hanato never gives up! And that's why she's formulated a different course of action. Something straight... to the point, un-suspicious, and un-threatening.

So right in the center of sector one beneath a street light is a cute girl with a hat, sitting within a cardboard box. It's a little uncomfortable, so she's gathered a couple of loose papers to sit around her while inside too. Across the front of the box in large bold writing it reads...]

LOST

[There. Ioryogi-san will be able to find her if he's here and she wont have to cause a disturbance at all! All that critical thinking... she's definitely getting better at this being normal thing!]

[Y'know what's weird? Wakin' up with a big glass thing over your eye. Y'know what's also weird? Expecting a freezin' cold blizzard and yellow snow cones with Bigfoot and getting an eyeful of fuzzy multicolored animals instead.

Literally.

Which is why there's currently a round green butterball of a monster shrieking at the top of his lungs, hopping left and right and generally just trying to brush off the kittens and puppies crawling and dangling off his horns, to no avail.]

Get off get off get off! I wear a contact, I got a sensitive eye, I can't afford to contaminate it with fur and animal germs! Ohhhhhhhh, this'll give me hives for a week.

Sulley! Sulley!

[The communicator's long gone, knocked off several feet away and currently being chewed on by a very lazy piglet.]



( ooc: Have some Pixar, guys. Mike Wazowski from Monsters Inc., specifically! )

[For those who know her, Rebekah may seem a little less together then usual, but she's trying to mask it. After losing her brother, the last thing she's expected is to suddenly be in a prison.


Needless to say, she's displeased]

Whoever's made the mistake of trying to imprison an Original, if you fess up now, I may go easy on you.

Perhaps.

I can be merciful if given incentive.

I suggest you give me incentive. I am not in the mood for games, today of all days.

[And with that, she closes off the feed.]

[MOMO was spending the day in the park with Ume. She had a ball and was tossing it back and forth for the dog to grab and bring back, which Ume was very happy to do, tail wagging. MOMO would shower the pup with praise and petting, sometimes a treat, and then toss the ball again for Ume to go fetch.

If she was distracted enough, she just might have tossed that ball at you!]

[PM is seated on the desk at the post office, one leg crossed over the other. She's wearing her mail uniform, and also a matching navy blue eyepatch over one eye, and her expression calm and pleasant.]

Greetings, everyone! I'm afraid I don't have enough welcome baskets for everyone, and it is possible you may only be here for a limited time anyway, so please enjoy your visit while you can. I can try to answer your questions, too!

My name is PM: the Prospitian Monarch. Umm, there's another reason to make this broadcast. It's part of a punishment for something I did the other day.

[She clears her throat and reads off a little notecard.]

On day 179, Jack Noir, also known as the Sovereign Slayer, kidnapped one of my dearest friends in all of paradox space. The Slayer then privately broadcasted himself trying to assault and torture my friend.

In response, I hunted him down and cut his arm off.

So! I must apologize. Not to Jack, because he's a horrible little man and had that coming, but for allowing my temper to get the better of me. And also for entertaining him and his sick little games for so long. I've learned my lesson, and I will never do that again.

I'm sorry for the trouble.

[... hi, 4th wallers!]

[There's a very small white fuzzy animal wearing a tiny orange jumpsuit on your communicators now.]

[His location is obscured by very carefully-chosen lighting and placement.] Ah-ha, it looks like a lot of things have changed!

Based on the nature of today's commotion, it seems like some of you have been here for a while. Meaning that I've been gone! Will anyone tell me what I've missed since Sentience's reinstatement?

[QB shifts his weight so that he can scratch behind his ears with a hindpaw.] And please don't waste your time with banal questions. I am not a cat or a rabbit.

[And here's a sight for sore eyes, maybe. Road looks at the screen for a moment, before directing her attention back to tying the ribbon through her hair.]

Is everyone done whining about their situation yet? [sweetly] It's nice to know that some things never change, despite being moved to an entirely new prison with new stupid robots.

Funny. Didn't we get rid of Acumen and get Sentience back? Just when we thought things would be a little smoother, at least - Sentience seemed a lot more willing to listen to us than our new wardens. But no, it was all for nothing. [grim words, but there's a lilt to her tone that hints that she finds this all very amusing.]

If anyone sees a white, fat, and fluffy cat that goes by the name of Belle, don't touch her. Unless you want to be insufferably stupid on your first day.

[private to Tyki]

[she pauses, partly because she doesn't want to make the call and find out that he's missing and the other because she still feels a little woozy from all the new memories]

Tyki? Are you here?

Good day, Marina-- or, I suppose, Marina Nova. I hope everyone is adjusting as well as can be expected. We've suffered some tremendous losses [herself very much included,] but I am certain we will be able to manage things as well as possible.

With regards to the Defense Force -- with Suzaku Kururugi among those lost, and the Wardens confirming for me that weapons and life sign monitoring are no longer available -- I would like to make a proposal. [and she's going to make it openly, so anyone can weigh in... trolls she can handle, and it's worth the risk to give everyone a chance to speak.]

Although I believed strongly in Suzaku and what he did with the Force, there was something troubling me. In some cases, members' primary motivation for joining was to obtain a weapon. And while I know for a fact that Suzaku would not admit anyone who was not suitable, it nonetheless seems as though such a team should have members whose primary reason for joining is belief in its purpose. And further, I believe that the invasion of privacy that the former Defense Force utilized for monitoring life signs made inmates uneasy. I know I had my own questions about such methodology, but it was not my team and thus not my place to debate what was in place.

However, now that many things have begun anew, I am wondering if there are those among us who believe strongly enough in protecting others that they would agree to do so without the promise of a weapon, or any such personal gain. A new leader would need to be elected, and I would be happy to oversee the process if the potential members would like. Any and all proposals will be considered.

With regards to weaponry and special abilities for those who would use them in defense of themselves or others, that is a battle that I will continue to fight with the Wardens, regardless of whether there is a formal Defense Force. I believe in our members, and all of you will have my full support regardless of the status of the organization as a whole.