MarinaNova Asylum

There’s a growl coming from that dark alley over there, a snarl from the shadow of that tree, a scratching of claws against pavement and gravel. Behind you? In front of you? Left? Right? A large hulking shadow is there just out of the corner of your eye and then gone. A game of predator and prey has begun without anyone’s permission.

The wolf won over Oz’s control today. In wolf form, Oz is still bipedal but also able to creep around like a quadruped. He’s covered in black fur with coal black eyes, sharp teeth and claws that can deal heavy and deadly damage. Depending on the time of day in which you catch him, Oz might still be fighting the transformation and able to (somewhat) understand what’s happening around him. The later it gets in the day, the more wolf he will be. By the end of the night, he’ll end up in sector six with the rest of the animals.



ooc: Please let me know in an added ooc note on your thread or through my plurk how much damage it’s okay to deal to your character. It’s okay to damage the wolf too, but he will deal back what he’s given and run if he gets too injured like any wild animal would.

[Spike's words from the luau had lingered in her mind ever since he said them. What she looks like doesn't change the person she is. These were words she'd always hoped to believe in, but always fell short of being able to stay strong in her faith. But those troubling self-conscious feelings that normally plague her seem distant and faint today. Quite frankly, she couldn't feel more comfortable in her own skin today. Her real skin.

So it's with a smile on her lips that this feed starts, and she gently adjusts the lens to center herself in frame. Her dress is not the only blue thing in view, that's for sure.] So, Spike! You wanted to know.

[She spins a circle, flashing a white smile.] This is what I look like. Really look like.

So now you know. [As does everyone else.]


[OOC: Raven can also be encountered doing very normal things all across the dome today, from groceries shopping to a walk in the park. The only thing not-usual about her routine today is that she'll be doing it all while carelessly blue.]

[ 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 feed opens up to Rebekah's perhaps eeringly cheerful face.]

I'm sure you all heard my friend Quinn [ Friend, it's a weighted word at the moment, she can only hope Elena delivers the vervain to her soon.] talk about the idea of a Sadie Hawkins dance. You know, girls ask the boys, that sort of thing. Very fun and modern, and honestly, it gets tiresome waiting for men to get their nerves up, doesn't it?

It's scheduled for day 211, and we plan on having it on the beach. The theme? Why a luau of course. I figure it can start in the early evening, around sundown perhaps?

We do hope you all can come and as it's only a day away you had better get asking before all the eligible men in prison are invited. You wouldn't want to go alone now would you?

[Not that she has any idea of who to ask -- she doesn't exactly have a burst of romantic prospects at the moment, but she'll figure something out.

In any case, she'll cut off the feed there for now.]

✝ Action with Spencer Reid
Derek smiled brightly when he saw Reid walk into the athletic complex almost right on time to when they’d agreed to meet. He’d almost expected him to find an excuse not to show since this wasn’t really Reid’s thing, so he was really more than happy that he did. He’d wanted some time with his friend to see how he was really doing and this was as good excuse as any without being overly obvious that he was checking up on him. Reid could really just be happy that Derek wasn’t busting down his door again and pushing his way in. Improvement? Yes. Never let it be said that Derek couldn’t grow and change… kind of.

He stood up from the chair he’d been sitting in and picked up his bag. He’d already claimed a room to work in, like he usually did. One hand clapped down on Reid’s shoulder and squeezed. “Hey pretty boy. Almost thought you might not show.”


✝ Action with Rogue
For weeks now Derek and Rogue had been working privately with each other. It was actually working with her that had made him think about giving more lessons in self-defense… maybe even starting a class. But it was still just an idea he was toying with more than one he was actually putting into motion. Not that he would turn down anyone who wanted to learn or spar. He just wasn’t advertising it yet.

He was in his normal room that he occupied with a nice mat on a part of the floor. When Rogue came in, he smiled in her direction. “Hey, pretty girl. Doin’ alright? You get caught up in that mess yesterday?”


✝ Open Action for anyone and everyone
For the better part of the morning Derek will be at the Athletic Complex in Sector one. He’ll probably break for lunch and then head into the Defense Force Headquarters in Sector Two for a bit to do some work. Anyone is free to run into him in either place or in the in-between.

[Rogue is sitting in the cafe with a cup of coffee and a half finished pastry that she keeps picking at. She's in her normal attire, looking a little exhausted. Her eyes are a little puffy, a little red. She's got her head resting in one hand, tipped down so that her hair covers her face for the most part.

The last couple of days have been hard for her. She hurt so many people with the kissing bots and while none of them required medical attention, just rest, she's self punishing, beating herself up about it despite knowing she couldn't have done anything. Next time the bots came around, she resolved she'd just stay locked in her apartment and not answer the door. Sam would have to get another cook for the day.]

Closed Audio

|Sookie|

You feelin' normal enough now? I'm doin' pretty good. Only catchin' stray bits of thoughts and the like from people really close to me.

|Sam|

You feelin' okay? I'm so sorry 'bout...what happened and I promise your secret's safe with me.

|Rebekah|

Still feelin' all right, ain't you? The cut on my arm's closin' up and doin' real good.

|Peter|

You feelin' okay now? Any side effects?

[There’s an angry hick on your communicator screen. He looks pissed off but, oddly enough, not surprised or scared about waking up in an underwater prison. There’s plenty of sarcasm in his tone, too. He's in the middle of reaching for the gun normally tucked in the back of his jeans; obviously its not there anymore, and now he's starting to look real mad under the smirk.]

Yeah, real cute. Somebody wanna tell me what the hell’s goin’ on? 'Cause last time I checked it was all polar bear cages and dead bunnies with you people. What, I don’t even get a fish biscuit this time?

[ A certain blond, chain-smoking vamp can be found in sector 4, 5 and 0 doing what he does best. Killing time. Sauntering. A little light skulking. The occasional cup-of-blood-sipping — a guy needs to eat, y'know — and all the other activities that comes with an average, regular day.

So far he's unaware of the threat hanging in the air. Never drop your guard and yet here he is, so open and vulnerable! ]

((ooc: Have at him! Non-kissy, regular kissing and MEGABOT-KUN all welcome! Just specify in the subject line which one you want!

Warning! The thread with Rose got sexy content. Proceed at own risk! ))

[Wherever you go, there they are—sneaky and hidden and biding their time, waiting until they find you all two by two, and then closing in. Happy Mistletoe Day!]

(OOC: Read this for all the details.)

ooc ► taking a page out of lena's book and putting up top comments for all three of mine in one convenient post to avoid spamming the comm. feel free to hit any of my ladies up. previous cr is not required, as new cr is always, always welcome! ♥

Quinn Fabray | Glee → Out shopping at stores in Sectors 1, 2, and 3.
Seven of Nine | Star Trek: Voyager → Following the bots around the dome.
Sookie Stackhouse | True Blood → Waitressing at Merlotte's in Sector 4.

[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!]

[Sam will carry on like normal today, totally unaware of what fate may befall him on this day of smooch inducing robots.

He will be mostly around Sector 4 or inside Merlotte's. He will often go for a walk or head out to gather supplies or such things like that so anything is possible.]

((ooc: I'm totally open for a bot getting into the bar as well, I feel there's enough traffic to say it could slip in. So if your character is hanging out in there feel free to note it in any of your tags elsewhere even if it's not with me! Also if you did not plot with me, don't fret, tag me anyway!

State if you want non-smoochie CR or a MEGAbot in the title please ♥ ))

[There was a bit of a mail delay with PM's disappearance, but everyone on the team should have gotten a letter this morning. By noon the roof of the new Defense Force headquarters is ready for guests. It isn't exactly decked out, but there is a long table with finger-foods: small sandwiches, fruits, and hors d'oevres as well as sweets like cupcakes and truffles. An arrangement of sodas and bottled waters sits on one end next to an enclosed punch dispenser. Sorry, no spiking the punch, kids. There are also small standing tables around the edges. The only real seating comes in the form of benches along the sides. The point is to get to know the rest of the team, not to sit and eat, so this suits Kitty just fine. They can thank Lacus for the fact that there is food at all and that things have been arranged in such a way to promote circulation.

She waits until it seems like most everyone has drifted in and calls for their attention while perching herself up on the wall itself. No fear of heights here.]

( Kitty's state of the force address )

[Once she's done, she hops down. The mixing can continue for as long as people want provided they still handle their sectors.]

(OOC: See marinanova_df for details on the force. Roster. To join. Everyone on the DF and anyone they brought is welcome. Curious passers by likely won't be tossed out. Try your luck!)


[Private video to Dirk, Jake, and Roxy (who isn't here, but she doesn't know that)]
Thanks for the invitation. [Which she read a little late. Sleepovers at Reid's can do that to a girl.]

( Superspies gotta overthink )

[But he's not going to get anywhere in an empty building; best to chat up these alleged "inmates" and figure out what's up. He hadn't bandaged his injuries yet, having had other priorities, and decides not to -- that plus the orange outfit will probably encourage people to be extra helpful.]

[Holding his injured left arm close to his body, Michael stumbles out into the street. His head is bleeding and he looks a mess -- like he just jumped off a balcony and landed on a car, in fact. He approaches the nearest person, sizing them up and watching for nonverbal queues.]</small>

Hey... what happened? Where am I? [Playing disoriented works with his head wound, and should hopefully inspire some pity.]

[ Good evening, Marina. Aidan has made himself comfortable at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and it's pretty obvious that we have some Serious Talking to do, despite the practically perpetual warm smile he's sporting. Let's get down to business! ]

Hey guys. I, uhm... I have some things I've been meanin' to talk to you 'bout and I figured today was as good a day as any. Fresh start an' all that, I mean!

Okay... first of all, a bunch of us were talkin' 'bout makin' a memorial garden or something a while back. It'd be somethin' for th' community to do and somethin' we can remember all those folks that are no longer here by too. People disappear all th' time, right? So it'd be good to have somethin' that keeps all of us together, both th' ones that are still here and th' ones that aren't. [ Aidan. You're rambling. ]

A-anyway, I figured I'd ask around and see what y'all think? I'm pretty good with plants an' growin' stuff, but this should be somethin' we can all help out with. Somethin' we made... not just somethin' that was given to us. So... yeah. Let me know what you think an' if you got any ideas and we'll make somethin' out of it!

[ Clears his throat. Next order of business. ]

Michiru an' I got talkin' over therapy 'bout the theater workshop that Kohran used t' do, an' we were kinda wonderin' if anyone would be interested in keepin' that going? Or... startin' it back up again, I guess. It'd be a shame if it didn't happen.

Alright... that's all. Have a good evenin', y'all! [ And with a little salute, he cuts the feed and waits for the responses. ]

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!

[VIDEO//OPEN]

[ Good afternoon, Marina. Have you filled your quota of shirtless, fit men lately? No? Good, cause you're getting another one.

Today, Spike is down at the beach. It's not entirely his own idea, which is evident by the rake he's leaning against but at least it's an excuse to soak up some sun. It's not like he's had much of a chance to do that before. He's currently stealing a small smoke break and seeing as he's bored out of his mind, it's a good time for a network-wide chat. ]

I know I'm at a risk of soundin' like a broken record here but our fearful overlords really don't know what a prison is, do they? 's more like a... one-way ticket resort. And now this party they're throwin'... [ He shakes his head before taking another drag off his cigarette. ]

Makes me wonder if there's anyone 'round here who still knows how to have fun.


[ACTION]

[ It's his last day serving off his first punishment and what better way to spend it than at the beach, fulfilling his second? Okay so maybe there were some bots involved and maybe he was ushered here rather... forcefully but at least he's making the best of it. If the best is slowly getting a sunburn (three hours in the sun after a century in the shade can really screw you over) and very purposefully raking the sand to spell out WANKER.

Anyone's welcome to come down and keep the guy company, poke his sunburn (baby's first!) or just snark in his general direction. ]

Greetin's Marina.

I jus' wanted t' announce that th' Rusty Spoon will be undergoin' a name change t' Merlotte's an' will be officially open as of right now. As in all our construction is finally done.

I was looking' t'celebrate tonight an' I figure after all of th' therapy some of y'all could really use a drink er'two. This one especially goes out to everyone who helped me put everythin' together and t'make this possible. Thanks for all your hard work!

I'd really appreciate y'all comin' in and at least seein' th' menu or takin' a load off. I have a pool table an' y'kin play cards or jus' plain socialize and cure what ails ya. We made some finger foods and bits o'stuff t' sample from th' menu too.

So stop on by an' I promise ya won't have t'spill yer guts unless it's t'the porcelain goddess.

[Okay so he's not the best to be talking publicly to people but hey. It's only slightly awkward right? It's a little funny right?]

((ooc: Go ahead and treat this like any mingle. Sit at the bar, play pool, drink, nibble food to eat or dance (just this once, one of his rules is no dancing)! There is a table set up with tid-bits of burgers, or hot dogs or chili or whatever sort of southern/comfort/american diner foods you could think of. Help yourself! Threadjacking and such is encouraged. Have fun!

notes to his staff, feel free to assume you are there to help, helped earlier to set up, or will help after to clean up, or just there to have fun. He is a-okay with a minimal staff for the even so that all of you can celebrate. But if others are just super willing to help out he will not say no.))

[ Caroline's hair is braided and she's in work out gear. She means business, people.]

I know everyone's doing their therapy thing but we have cheer practice today. It's the first meeting so it's important. So if you're on the team, be there. It's in an hour at the park in Sector Five. And no creepy gawkers okay?

[private to Elena Gilbert]

Hey, can you meet me early? I wanna go over some stuff before everyone gets here.

[In a small corner of the library, chairs are arranged in a circle. There's a stand against the wall, holding one of those giant post-it note pads. Written on the top note is:

THE IMPORTANCE OF TELLING THE TRUTH]