MarinaNova Asylum

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[ From long before the morning message -- since around midnight, actually -- until around noon, Dirk can be found working in the gardens in Sector Four. When it begins to rain, he scowls, but keeps his work up. He has a date to go on tonight; and he's fairly sure that if he skips out, that troll that is his pre-scratch self will further attempt to fuck things up with Jake. He can't allow that.

Do feel free to bother him. ]

[ voice/open/around 11AM ]

What a great day for rain.

Got a few things I wanted to mention before I'm too preoccupied. First: That wiki Crane was working on? Last night I added a page to answer a bunch of recurring newbie questions. Hopefully, it'll cut down on some of the repetitiveness of New Inmates Day.

Second: My friend Roxy and I have a project we're working on. You know, bettering ourselves for rehab and shit? Anyone who's good with computers is welcome to come help us out. Tony Stark, Penelope Garcia? You two might be interested. We're thinking of meeting in the computer lab tomorrow, around one PM. Who all's game?

Third: Just so everyone knows, I'm taking Jake English to the Sadie Hawkins dance tonight. This is not up for debate. [ He's just a smidgen defensive. Things have been getting under his skin lately. ]

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KARAOKE NIGHT AT THE SHACK
[ The drinks are flowing at the Blook Shack (BLOOD FREE, OKAY?), the bass is pumping with cheesy karaoke songs. Come on in, mingle, drink, and sing a song, any song. And ladiessss it's your perfect chance to ask your dates to the Sadie Hawkins dance! Start a thread and comment here with what song your character is singing for the competition to get a prize!]

My designation is Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01 and I am 25 years of age. I am a Human-Borg Hybrid, a female of the Human species, and my last known coordinates were located in a region of space approximately 65,000 lightyears from Earth. The year was 2375. I have been imprisoned since Day 184.

[ she opts against stating that her name is annika hansen, despite giving it out to a few people. data. caroline. and saying that she's a human-borg hybrid is a simpler, condensed version of what she is and an explanation she tires of providing. ]

I have shared this information about myself in order to provide that which I am about to ask. In order to better understand the correlation between various worlds, dimensions, and timelines present, more data needs to be collected. Please answer the following questions:

What is your name? How old are you? What is your species? What was your location prior to your imprisonment? What was the year? On which day did you arrive?

Thank you for your time and cooperation. It is... most appreciated. [ click. ]

[Kitty has been teaching Advanced Technology for awhile now, but it feels like students in this "school" are an ever rotating thing, so she tries to keep classes self contained. She's also not much for lectures, so most classes are about practical demonstrations or problem solving. She didn't have a lot of formal training herself. Technology is just something she's always had an affinity too. Genius level, but in this dome you can throw a stick and find that it seems. Still, she had a lot of practice fixing and adapting various machines. Her world didn't exactly have repair people or tech support to call anymore. You're lucky to find some looted shell and put something together with it. That's what today's lesson is about.

Everyone will walk in to find some kind of machine on every desk. It might be a computer, toaster, clock, DVD player, segway, etc. Pick your desk and your poison. There's also a set of basic tools up front. Share nicely, kids.]

They're all broken. By the end of class, they won't be. Figure it out. Feel free to discuss amongst yourselves.

(OOC: You can assume your character has been to this class many times before or it's their first time. Mingle format, so just tag yourself in and tag your fellow classmates. You can talk to Kitty here.)

[It’s Criminology Class time! And standing at the front of the class is not Doctor Spencer Reid. Nope. It’s Derek Morgan. He’s even sort of dressed up for the occasion in what he’d usually wear to the office back home, nice dress pants and a dress shirt. He looks completely confident up there, used to speaking in front of groups of people even if he usually has the support of other members of the BAU with him. This time he’s alone. And he’s okay with that. Reid asked him to do this next class and Derek was happy to oblige.]

Alright, let’s get this thing going. [It’s said loud enough to be heard among the chatter of the attendees. Once it’s quiet, he offers up one of his most charming smiles at the room.] As you can probably tell, I’m not Doctor Reid. But for those of you who don’t know, he and I work together back home where I’m Supervisory Special Agent Morgan. Here in the prison I’m just Derek Morgan. You can call me Derek or Morgan. Just none of that Mister stuff or you’ll make me feel old. Here in the prison I run the Investigative Team on the Defense Force and patrol Sector One. Anyway, Reid’s asked me to teach this class on one of my areas of special interest, obsessions… or more accurately, crimes of obsession. So let’s get started.


( In today’s lecture… )



ooc: The Criminology Class is held in an open lecture format, meaning that there's no ic signup process involved! Feel free to mingle at your leisure — email notifs are off but Derek has a thread HERE if you wish to hit him up. For more information about the setup and purpose of the class, go HERE.

[Waking up is always disorienting for Peter. Waking up in an unfamiliar place wearing clothes that aren’t his is nearly panic inducing. It’s enough that he doesn’t really absorb or register the welcome message that is presented to him. His mind jumps to conclusions: maybe what happened to Dr. Connors is happening to him; the spider DNA is taking over the human DNA and he’s blacking out. Maybe the police caught him and he has a massive head injury, which is why he can’t remember how he got here wearing a prison jumpsuit.

Except…except when he looks around, this isn’t like any prison he’s ever seen, any he’s ever heard of. Once he calms down, he notices that he’s nearly deaf and blind which brings about a fresh wave of panic during which he realizes he’s neither deaf or blind, he’s simply lacking all the spidey senses he’s become so accustomed to. After some experimentation involving doorknobs and benches, he discovers that his super strength is gone as well. It becomes apparent his balance has returned to normal pre-bite clumsy when he trips over his own feet walking over to sit on the bench he’d just been trying to mutilate. That’s when he finally pays attention the information he’s been given and figures out (to a degree) what’s going on. He doesn’t contact the network quite yet though. Instead, he liberates a pair of jeans, a tee shirt, tennis shoes and a hoody, changes into them and hits the food stands. It’s only after he’s dressed and has been fed that he decides to navigate the network. At least his tech knowledge and ability hasn’t been stripped from him.]

And suddenly I’m in Sci-Fi Land, which I always thought should be a real place in Disneyland. I mean they’ve got Tomorrowland, but who are we kidding? It didn’t look anything like what I imagined the future would be. They could bling it out with tech and holograms, all kinds of shiny things and lights, people walking around in too much latex. Maybe an alien or two, the friendly sort…

[He stops rambling and his brow furrows a moment.] That—that got away from me. Any chance Oscorp has their fingers in this?

[ He’d question NYPD because they want Spiderman gone as much as anyone, but he doesn’t think they have the juice or funds to make that happen, not to mention that as far as he knows, they don’t know Peter Parker and Spiderman are one and the same.]

[ooc: If you’d like to action, you can catch Peter in sector 0 wearing the orange jumpsuit, trying to break a bench or a doorknob or a something. You can come upon him sitting on the bench and learning all about Marinanova or shopping in the clothing stores or scarfing down an incredible amount of food at any number of street vendors]