MarinaNova Asylum

An underwater prison. I have to admit, that is a first...

[The face that greets the viewer is one that looks more curious than anything else. She has lively blue eyes, dark hair, and pale skin. She also has a row of dots starting on each side of her face, going down beneath that teal and black uniform she is wearing.]

This is Lieutenant Commander Dax to... anyone that can hear? …Benjamin? Deep Space Nine? Hmm.

[And she pokes around on the buttons for several moments, trying several things. The feed cuts for a time, before it comes back.]

Well. I think this may very well count for one of the strangest situations I have found myself in, and I have had some strange hellos before.

[That is said with a touch of amusement in her voice. After all, she does have not only her own experiences to draw upon, but also those of seven other hosts.]

My name is Jadzia Dax, and I must say, that was not exactly the way I like to wake up in the morning- or even the night. What I can tell is that I am no longer on Deep Space Nine- or on any spaceship, unless this is a holosuite program, and I am finding that rather hard to believe.

[A knowing look although there is a mischievous glint to her eyes.]

My commbadge also seems to be missing, along with my uniform, so any information would be greatly appreciated.

[Have a very angry looking Mal. He figures this is all Alliance tricks. Maybe drugs. He's not sure. But the tech definitely seems Alliance. Except for when he steps out and realizes he's underwater. That's pretty new, but he won't let them know how unsettling the whole thing is.]
Clearly I ain't dead, and I ain't dreamin' because I never seen orange in this color. Thought you took yer criminals an' stuck 'em in mines or other hard labor colonies. Hell, even if you did want me in prison, I seem to remember grey bein' a favorite color? 'Least that's what the good Doctor says.

But I suppose y'all are pleased to get him and his sister back. My only question is where's my coat. I know you had to take the gun away, but I want the coat back. And the pants too preferably. And if you just let me know where they are, and where Serenity is, I'll be on my way with my crew.

[It's a rainy day, but Richie is in a good mood because kung fu movies at the theater. Best kind of way to spend the day. But it's not as fun doing it alone when you can do it with friends or random strangers. Especially when it's the kind of movies you can laugh about because they're so terrible they're great. It's early afternoon and he's loitering a bit in the lobby before getting on the network.]

It's dreary outside, but that doesn't mean we can't do something fun, right? If they're going to show kung fu flix, we should be taking advantage of it. Watching classic kung fu with the terrible voice overs is almost as fun as watching cheesy horror movies. Anybody want to join me? We can make a marathon of it. Ko, bro, you should definitely swing by.

If you get here soon you'll catch the big end fight of The Booming Insect, and you won't miss the beginning of Master of Swinging Death Trap.

{OOC: Come on and all to the movie mingle! These two movies shown above and these other three are the ones Richie will be watching. Anyone is welcome to join and mingle amongst themselves. If you want to speak to Richie direct just tag action or video on the thread I'm including below.}

[True to the letter, Duo was at the gym, ready to go. He waited several minutes to allow for stragglers (he was bad at being on time for recreational stuff, himself), and for people to chat a little with him or each other and then settle in before he got started.]

So... uh. Hey.

[He grinned, giving a casual wave.]

I'm not usually one to run stuff like this, so don't mind me if it's not really sophisticated and stuff.

Basically, tonight, I wanted to get some ideas for stuff, see who wants to join, and maybe set up teams. Then, in a few days, we can start up practices, get people up to speed on the basics of the game, and then actually have a game.

[That sounded good, right?]

So, yeah. If anyone's got questions, let me know. And we'll do up a list of name ideas. Then, maybe, at the next get together, each team can pick what name they like from the list of ideas. I'm thinking of just assigning teams randomly once I have an idea of how many people are involved. I'll just do the old name in a hat trick, so no worries, okay?

So, whaddya got?

[Afterwards, he would mingle with everyone, collect team name ideas, and get sign-ups. Care to chat?]

{OOC: Don't want to use one of the headings below? Feel free to make your own thread. ^_^}

[PLAY BALL!

Or cheerlead.

Or watch.

Or heckle.

It's an event everyone can enjoy!

There are some traditional snacks on hand. No alcohol sadly, but you can still have soda, hot dogs, and popcorn among other things. The bleachers provide enough seating for those who want to see exactly how vampires, humans, demons, mutants, etc. all play together. Not to mention some of them only recently even learned what baseball was. Never a dull moment at least.

In the end, it's the Flying Knights who win in this fairly evenly matched game, but there was some impressive action for both teams It should be an interesting season.]

(OOC: MINGLE! This is event style! Just put in your header whether your character is in the crowd, the purple dragons, the flying knights, cheerleading, before the game, or after the game or any combination! Please assume there was adequate IC announcement of this event!

Backdated to earlier in the day. Roster. It is not yet updated with recent additions from the last Yuuri post.)

[ACTION]

[Kitty was admiring the cuter versions of the new Marina inspired clothing at Bullseye today. Anyone else shopping?]

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[VOICE - closed to Richie]

Hey, did you wanna get together tonight at the computer lab and start brainstorming that translator we were talking about the other day?

[ It was mid-morning. The sky was clear and it was a (not so) very blustery day. It was cool but it was always cool. It was neither too warm nor too hot.

Lukewarm.

And that was just how Bak preferred it. Especially since he had in hand his very important, extra special concoction of wonderful forgetfulness on hand! Bak could stand teasing, but even this was getting ridiculous.

Hefting the bag a little higher so it fit snug into the crook between elbow and shoulder, he stepped off into wild world of Marinanova and promptly had to grab onto his hat.

Opps. He always forgot about that step down.

Taking another step, he nearly tripped again, this time on a rock. Frowning, Bak starred at the offending piece of debris and then he kicked it.

And yelped.

And then held his foot, dropping his bag in a near blinding rush of ”Eeeek!” as he dived for the paper bag, watching as with a POOF half of the contents disappeared into the wind, leaving him sneezing and dazed on the ground wondering what the heck had just happened. Clearly, his own formula had been getting the best of him. It happens when one sneaky scientist messes with the formula and Bak spent the better part of the morning putting the final touches of the mixture together.

Heightened emotions indeed.

Bak will rue this day assuming he survived it. ]

((ooc: Consider this post an open mingle and the start of the Marina Feelings Roulette Event! Creating your own posts is, as always, highly encouraged. And, unless you got an extra hefty dose of it right off the bat (re: by being in proximity to Bak when it happened) feelings should gradually start to go haywire later in the day with strongest feelings in the afternoon and tapering off again as evening descends. For more info on the details, please go here. Have fun!))

[ although the morning's rain prevented them from getting an early start on setting up, quinn and rebekah have managed to pull everything off in time for the dance to start. there's tables to sit at when you don't feel like dancing or enjoying the surf, lots of hawaiian-themed snacks and desserts to eat, grass skirts and leis available for those who wish to wear them, lanterns and torches everywhere, with live music provided by quinn, oz, jack, lacus, and anyone else who wishes to get up and sing!

the only thing this party's lacking is the booze, per quinn's intentions of having this be an alcohol-free party. however, that doesn't mean someone isn't going to spike the punch when she's not looking, so if you were planning on doing so -- have at it!

so, go ahead and dance it up with your dates, mingle with some new cr, hop around, and threadjack to your heart's content. festivities will carry on until sometime after midnight when clean up will commence. enjoy! ]

[The video starts accidentally. Asami was fidgeting with this new gadget, trying to get it apart and now this.] Oh wow. It's on.

I'm Asami Sato, from Republic City.

I would rather not be here [a little smile that says she knows everyone must feel that way] but I have to admit this is place impressive. The architecture, the thing that brought us here... and these radios with pictures. I can't believe they just hand these out.

I'd love to know how they work. [Obviously, since she's still trying to take the thing apart.] And why they give us these things and let us roam around but put us in these outfits... [She's not a fan of the orange jumpsuit. It's less flattering than it could be]

[Her voice trails off for a few seconds and her face shows deep concentration.]Well, I guess that's it. Hi.

Now if I can just find the off switch... [And there she goes again]

[Zatanna appears with one of the smiles that gives away just how much up to something she is. There's a slightly oversized yellow hard hat on her head, and a belt around her waist that looks suspiciously similar to Robin's utility belt. It's totally not the same one, of course. Don't be silly.]

[Behind her, Robin Jr. appears to be gnawing on a plastic toy hammer. Best assistant ever.]


What would you say the penalty for knocking down one or two walls between apartments would be if you have a good reason?




((ooc: Action also available to YJ roommates))

We need a Sadie Hawkins. [ seemingly unprompted, but it's been on her mind for a while now. something wholesome and fun that everyone can participate in without pesky age requirements or being weary of stepping foot in a bar or a vampire-owned establishment. ] It's a dance - not as formal as prom, but there's usually a theme of some kind involved. For example, my sorority at Yale was planning on holding a Phantom themed Sadie Hawkins towards the end of the fall semester. Our theme will definitely not be anything involving Andrew Lloyd Webber. Rebekah and I will be working out those details - theme, where, when...

[ because her original vampire bestie is the obvious choice for partner in dance planning crime. ]

Another thing: the girls usually do the asking for a Sadie Hawkins. None of this misogynistic nonsense of waiting for a guy who's never going to notice you to ask you to go to the dance with him. You get to make him sweat and worry that no-one's going to ask him and he'll be forced to go stag. But, since I know not everyone is of the heterosexual persuasion here, I say interpret the tradition as it applies to you. If you're a boy who likes boys, ask a boy. You don't have to go with a girl if that's not who you are. This should be something fun for us, not anything that makes people feel uncomfortable.

Video

[Anyone remember seeing that white creature moving around the dome yesterday? Well, try as you might, you aren't going to find it. At least that is the hope.

However, a late introduction from someone who didn't seem to be around yesterday. M'gann has her restraint off and her powers are back! So have a red-headed freckle faced girl over communicator]

Good morning everyone. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. I managed to find a few friends of mine so they were helping me get settled in. My name is Megan Morse.

This is some place, isn't it? I wouldn't think there would be so much in a prison. Apartment buildings, pets, it's amazing. I looked at the map, but I really need to get out and see what else is here. I'd rather not be in a prison, but for having to be in one, this isn't too bad.

Also it is normal for there to be days where there are food carts? I can't wait to try some of the pastries the warden was talking about.

[ooc: Action is also available for Young Justice crew at the apartment]

VIDEO

Okay...is anybody else a little unnerved by the fact that they haven't specified which holiday we're supposed to be celebrating today? Or how?

And didn't we just have a Festival?


ACTION - Zatanna

[In hopes of finding out more about what was going on--and partially because she was just bored--Zatanna headed out of her apartment the moment she'd finished breakfast. Making sure to leave a few extra portions of pancakes for the others. And a special stack for Wally with a even special-er note stating that was all he got, and she'll tell if he eats the rest of it too.]

[Things seemed fairly normal, in her opinion. There looked to be a few more "couples" floating around than she'd remembered...but, hey, never doubt the powers of the Tunnel of Love. Or the Ferris Wheel. It certainly worked for her.]

[Still, she gradually made her way through the sectors in hopes of finding something that didn't require her to go to the kiosk for answers. Though, it was the one who wasn't V, so her hopes were slightly higher than normal that today wouldn't actually be as bad as she was dreading....]

[Until she had her first encounter with the bots, of course.]


ACTION - Robin Jr.



[Robin Jr. was the happiest little puppy you'd ever meet under the sea.]

[His mommy not only loved and spoiled him daily, but had the most comfortable lap. Warm and inviting and she always smelled like food whenever he curled up in it. Her kisses were the best, too. Daddy was...okay. Spent way too much time with mommy, which took mommy's attention away from him. What a mommy hog. Uncle Wally was secretly his favorite. He had the perfect stomach for sleeping on, and always snuck him table scraps. Always. And Auntie Artemis knew just which spot behind his ear was the best for scratching. She would purposely ignore Uncle Wally just to pet him, too. Daddy should take notes sometime.]

[But, of course, even the perfect puppy life was not enough for the pet of one Zatanna Zatara. He loved his whole family, but that didn't mean he still didn't want to play with all the happy people that he saw outside the window. All kinds of people! He bet some of them smelled like food and knew all the best places to scratch, too.]

[So, when mommy and daddy and Uncle Wally and Auntie Artemis weren't around...Robin Jr. would sometimes sneak out of the apartment. He'd found out how days ago. It was easy enough, and he was slowly working his way around. One of the people called it Sector 4. He called it awesome.]




((ooc: Three options for replying here. Video will get you Zatanna still at her apartment. Action - Zatanna can be pretty much anywhere in the dome, while Action - Robin Jr. (Because who wouldn't love puppy kisses?) will remain mostly in Sector 4. Happy Kissmas, everybody!))

[Kitty could be found doing her normal activities today. Classes at the Academy, homework and studying at the library and computer lab, looking up information on linguistics at the library and computer lab, her patrol for the DF in sector 5 (with a notebook for inspiration about the linguistic project she was thinking of doing with Richie), and cheerleading practice that morning (odd number!). Busy busy, but not too busy to chat with anyone walking by who wanted to... or to get caught by a bot!]

((OOC: In lieu of spamming with posts for all 8 of my characters for kissing purposes, I'm putting up prompts for them all on this one action post! Links are below I may tag around in other posts/the mingle too, but if you want any of mine for the event PLEASE PLEASE DO TAG! I want every single tag for this event!

I don't care if they haven't met yet! Absolutely do not be shy! Also, if anyone wants to call my kids on the network or do non-kiss threads, just indicate such and I'm happy to! Threads can take place at any point in the dayweek, and almost anywhere in the dome.

Links:
+ Lacus Clyne: Everyday walking around prompt | Hot springs prompt for the adventurous~
+ Zelgadis Greywars
+ Cross Marian
+ Penelope Garcia
+ Komui Lee
+ Tony Stark
+ Saya Otonashi
+ Michael Westen))

[The nigh-unhackable system in MarinaNova is by far the most frustrating thing Garcia has ever encountered. It's been bugging her for weeks, but the shame of having so little to give Hotch when he arrived was the last and final straw. Since last night she's been at the keyboard nonstop, frantic to get somewhere with this impossible system. Anywhere. Her team is depending on her and that matters more than sleep. And so, here she is at the coffee shop.]

[She had only intended to grab a few triple-shot lattes to go, but she had her laptop in tow because habits die hard, and then inspiration struck...]

[Hours later she's still there, several empty coffee cups lined up on the table where Garcia is typing with grim determination. She's murmuring to herself -- or rather, at the uncooperative code she's trying to slip past, accusations of unfair play and then something about "bagbiting" -- her fingers moving faster by the moment until she's attacking the keys like they've personally wronged her.]

[Seconds later, she slams both hands down on the table, still addressing the laptop.] You are far and away the most stubborn thing I have ever seen! Don't be so smug, I'm not done with you yet.

So he's heard the official story. But the inmates have to have their own unofficial rules, customs, and guidelines. Those are what he really wants to know about right now.

He could use the communicator, but he doesn't exactly want his first conversations and information gathering to be on something so insecure. Instead, he lingers around a food stand in Sector 0, trying to size people up. He'll smile at just about anyone who passes by, if they seem friendly. Right now he could really use some new friends.

The festival continues. The dome's "sun" begins to set and the the sky is painted in gradually darkening shades until all is dark beyond the glowing of the lanterns and sparkling of the colored lights on the rides and games.

The speakers high above on the floating island begin to play soft ambient music and the dark dome flickers to life once more as projections of landscapes light the sky. They fade in and out every few minutes with images of cityscapes, deserts, seasides, mountain ranges in shades of futuristic, ancient, post-apocalyptic, foreign, and outer space. It may seem like a random assortment at first, but then the scene shifts again and just might take your breath away as you recognize what you're seeing. No people. No animals. But the landmarks are all there. It's a place you grew up or lived or worked or fought for or died at, and then it's gone again, fading into someone else's memory.

After an hour or so the scene shows another sunset and the sky goes dark aside from the sparkling of a starscape. New lanterns are lit leading a path to the beach where there's a large white open-style tent with a dance floor. Flames light the fire pits and there are colors projected upon the water so it glimmers in different hues. The music takes on more variety and life, perfectly suitable to dancing.

Happy Anniversary, Marina Nova!

The bots have been busy cleaning up the dome and setting up decorations for this momentous occasion, and by now there isn't a nook or cranny left un-pimped! Bright blue MarinaNova flags wave happily in the artificial breeze together with the colorful ribbons that have been wrapped around poles. The streets are illuminated by strings of lights and paper lanterns and each sector gate has been lovingly decorated with fragrant flower garlands.

Of course, that is far from all! There wouldn't be much of a festival without entertainment and your loving wardens have made absolutely sure that there's something for everyone!

( Let the celebrations begin! )

Enjoy!

[Someone was awake unusually early. Either that, or he was still awake from the night before. Either way, he was on patrol in Sector 0. Sort of. At the moment, that early in the morning, he was glaring up at the loudspeakers above him in a futile attempt to stare them down for playing annoying music at such a high volume so damn early.]

What is the point?

[His question wasn't directed at anyone in particular, and was kind of rhetorical, but anyone was welcome to offer an answer.]