MarinaNova Asylum

[ The plan was to go several days ago but things happen (or rather, they don't) and he kept pushing it off and now here we are in the land of procrastinators. Today seems like as good a day as any though to do a little covert operations, what with the wind and the kites functioning as a perfectly good distraction.

He waits until he's sure Kitty's out of the office and then walks into the Defence Force headquarters as if he belongs there. He did, for a long time, and he's a good enough agent to know that the key to infiltration is acting as if you have every right to be there — and maybe he still does, in a way. No contracts, nothing but verbal agreements and he practically founded the Investigative branch whose folders he's eagerly flipping through. Should anyone approach him, he'll brush it off — or try to. At least he doesn't need to bring anything with him when he leaves.

Later in the day he can be found at Bean Crushers, making his way through a large coffee and a stack of notebooks, scribbling frenetically through the latter while letting the former cool mostly forgotten. There's something cooking, no doubt about it. ]

[ He wakes and everything is back to normal. He wakes and the bed is emptier than it was when they went to sleep, horrendously spacious rather than full of limbs and knees and elbows jutting into his ribs. He wakes and it's quiet, deafening. He wakes and his heart breaks in ways he didn't know were possible.

Looking over, he notices that he isn't entirely alone, thank heavens (what would he have done if they took her too?) and with a lump in his throat Aidan reaches over to gently nudge her awake. ]

Rebecca.

[Welcome newbies and today-only newbies alike, while you're getting accustomed to the sights and sounds here's a few more. Rebecca opens a channel on the communicator with a bright sunny view of herself on the beach, water in the background and bright blue eyes focused on the lens. While she talks she'll swing the view around, letting snippets of the set up of a volleyball net be seen as well as a few tables worth of baked goods (thank you Chuck) and a sexy redhead boyfriend working grill.]

Hey guys. If you're looking for something to do or want some free food, come by the beach in sector one. My name's Rebecca to make introductions short and we're having a fun get together that's open ended, mostly so I can work on my tan. [She winks. There's more to it than that but she can elaborate later to the people honestly interested. And with a hopeful bite of her lip:] If you remember me from any time before, let's catch up too? We've got some drinks and when it starts to get dark I'm going to try and dig a fire pit. No wardens are around to tell me not to light things on fire so that's exactly what I'm going to do.

[OOC: Rebecca's network replies will have their own thread down below, and you're totally invited to make whatever you'd like of the post in your own comments as well. It's something of a beach party/ mingle with food (pies and the like, courtesy of Chuck), drinks, beach sports and tanning and Becca digging a fire pit later on for people interested. The beach has barbeques (also one manned by Aidan), huts and cabanas and a few harmless fish in the water as well.]

( Closed to Aidan Reilly )

( Private to Kitty Pryde (Senior) )

( Private to Spencer Reid )

[ 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? ]

[The message begins with a slow, sweeping pan of the gardens and the gentle sound of wind chimes and a babbling brook before a low, soothing voice begins to speak. ]

Hello G U E S T S. I didn't have the pleasure of meeting you yesterday. Allow me to introduce myself. I am H E D O N, and I am here for you. Please contact me if you have any unfulfilled needs or D E S I R E S. I will certainly do my best to attend them.

I only wish you could be here longer, but it seems repairs are almost complete at MarinaNova and you will be T R A N S F E R R E D back there in the morning. Rest assured you will be missed.

Please make full use of our facilities today for all your R E L A X A T I O N and E N T E R T A I N M E N T needs.

(OOC: PLEASURE PRISON EVENT)

[ He wakes alone, uncharacteristically early, and for the longest time he just lies there and listens to the silence. Not from the outside, mind you. Oh no. This is a peace and calm he hasn't felt since that one fateful night at the library, the scent of Jack's blood flooding his senses, a flash of light and then and then and then.

And now. Now there's nothing, no burning guilt, no searing unrelenting weight of his actions. There's nothing but hunger and silence and for a moment he doesn't know what to do about it, lays there on the too-soft bed and stares at the too-clean ceiling and waits for it to come rushing back, but no. Nothing. Getting up, getting dressed, Spike decides to make the most of this. He's quick to realize that the clunky ring on his finger works much like the gem of Amara, keeping the sun from scorching him and he really can't believe his luck. This, too? You're much too kind.

He finds some suitable clothes, a loose fitting button up instead of the usual black tee. With the demon thrumming in his chest with excitement, Spike heads out to paint this resort red. ]

((ooc: Heeeeeey have fun with soulless, Iniative-chipped Spike for the duration of the event! ))

(OOC: PLEASURE PRISON EVENT)

[ The feed starts with the gentle chirping of birds, eventually joined by a comforting male voice, like Charles Dance or Ian McKellen. You know the type. Grandfatherly. ]

Good morning, my little ducklings. Did you sleep well? I hope you did.

You must be wondering where you are — don't worry. Everything is as it should be. Your old prison is undergoing some renovations, so in the meantime you're welcome to stay here with us. I'd rather you didn't think of this as a prison but more of a resort - and who could use a vacation more than you poor things, after everything you've been through!

Enjoy yourselves now. It's a lovely day out, it'd be a shame to waste it inside — and do come see me if you need help. Just ask for Eleutherios.

(OOC: PLEASURE PRISON EVENT)

( Private for Aidan Reilly )

( Private for the Charlotte Chuck )

[Action; Open]

[Despite doom perhaps lingering on the horizon, Rebecca's set out to do a handful of things today. From searching through the wide, maze-like expanse of Mahr for new furniture (and having to skip over bed displays to try and get a short cut) to dragging home a few boxes on a rigged up equipment trolley, she's up and about throughout the dome. (Though she could use a bit of help dragging her overly ambitious 'purchase' home too.)

Between it all she'll make a few determined pit stops: Coffee is a must and she will later on take her routine run after dark, earbuds in but her eyes always alert. And yes, she's sort of somehow wound that in to a path straight through the graveyard because you honestly never know who's going to be out there smashing whiskey bottles to the Ramones. Do you?]

[Hello, friendly neighborhood nerd here. He knows her from when she was still in the Defense Force but they haven't ever really taked so he tries not to feel too awkward calling her out of the blue. On the other hand he reminds himself she's just about the only other friend Spike has besides him so at this point they really should make an effort to get to know each other. Plus there's the whole pager thing, which he's using as an excuse for this call.]

Hello. Sorry, I know it's a bit of a random call. Spike said I should get in touch with you about the pager idea.

[ You know what's really great about living right across the hall from one another? You don't have to visit the post office to deliver mail. If he wasn't already wearing shoes he wouldn't even bother with putting them on as he takes the few short strides from his front door to hers.

Knock knock. ]

[Private to Spike]

Hey Fangboy, you up for some shopping fun now that it doesn't feel like sauna anymore? No backing out on me here. We have lots to talk about and even more to buy.


( Closed to Aidan Reilly )

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 378 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ cloudy with occasional showers ].

The [ heat anomaly ] from yesterday has been corrected. We apologize for any conveniences it may have caused.

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! )

| HEATWAVE EVENT INFO |

[ Cabin in the woods ]

[ It's quiet out here. Not silent, but quiet. Peaceful is the word, perhaps, for the stillness that permeates every inch of the landscape. Wide stretched fields, deep dark woods with a heavy scent of pine and damp moss, the lingering sweetness of manure that follows along on the breeze. It's late summer, with the chirp of crickets and berries ripening in the outskirts of the woods.

You approach a cabin. It's small, two tiny rooms and a tinier kitchen, a rickety porch and a roof that may not survive another winter. Across the yard, an old barn that houses nothing but a rusted over tractor and a handful of chickens, happily cooing and roosting in the hay. This hasn't been a farm in a long time but someone is living here. Vegetables grow behind the house, a clothing line is stretched out between two gnarly old apple trees in the yard, the clothes still damp and smelling of soap. No electricity, no running water, if you need the bathroom you'll have to settle for the outhouse.

Care to explore? ]

[#1 - The Way It Never Was]

[The Assassins contacted Rebecca after she'd gotten into coding after a bad break of her leg, leading to events that would have her separating from her then-boyfriend and taking to a lifestyle that never stopped moving. One that was never safe. But what happens if you turn back the clock, mess with the edges of things and put a new spin on it? Prying from the recesses of her mind the questions of regret, loneliness and curiosity to what would've happened if she just had stayed where she was.

The apartment's a downtown two bedroom, open concept for the most part and in an artsier edge of town. Lots of brick and scattered equipment over the floor as one of those bedrooms turned into a half-gym half office for Rebecca. Rebecca who is coming in the door now, brown paper bag in one hand and keys dropped to the table as she heads into the kitchen.]

Babe? [That's you.] I'm back. Did the shelter call? I'm waiting to hear back about our baby.

[#2 - The Way It Very Well May End]

[It's a crowded space, maybe something like a shopping mall or a densely populated public event. The edges are fuzzy and the people around mill by, the sense of hiding in plain sight being at the forefront of your mind. No doubt the eyes are watching, looking through that crowd for you. But Rebecca's by your side, rocking a beanie and keeping her head tilted down but her eyes always moving. If you start to lag behind she'll subtly give your sleeve a tug.] Hey, c'mon. We're almost outta here.

You remember the plan, right? Stay calm, stay cool... We've got this cov- shit! Run! [Know what this sound is? It's gunfire, screaming and the swell of pandemonium as someone's very much trying to kill you.]

[ Ring ring banana phone. ]

[ Action; Open ]
[ He spent the night at the clinic. It seemed like the only option, going home in that state in the dark would've definitely gotten him killed and even now when everything is back to normal it seems like a great feat of strength just to get up and go outside. Scratched and bruised, like many others after Raptor Day, Aidan might not stick out too much on this walk of shame. Sure, he's a little whiter than usual, but who can even tell what with his pale complexion? It was a rough day.

He makes his way slowly through the dome, partially because what's left of his hand hurts like a beast today and partially because he has no idea where he's going. To Euphie's? Rebecca's? Either seem equally bad. Someone should distract him on the way so he doesn't have to choose. ]


[ Audio; Rebecca Crane ]
Hey, uh... you okay? Sorry I didn't check in until now.


[ Audio; Euphemia li Britannia ]
Euphie. [ Shit. ] Did you stay safe yesterday?


[ Audio; Shallan Davar ]
Thanks... y'know. For lookin' out for me.

(OOC: EVENT INFO | RAFFLE THREAD)