MarinaNova Asylum

[Around one in the afternoon, Jane is back home and finishing her tidying. A lot of things have been on her mind recently, and she thinks it may be about time for her to bring these things up to Roxy. There was really no reason to dance around this any longer.

She tucks away a few books and stands in the hallway.]

Roxy, are you up? I need to speak with you.

[ Roxy is in front of the camera, sloshed and loving the shit out of her shark themed jacket. She waves, smiling. ]

I kind of forgot to do this earlier. It was my punishment, and I've been putting it way off. Sorry for the sex that happened days ago, guys.

Let's talk about something else, though. Let's talk about drinks. I wanna broaden my horizons. Wanna try new things. So tell me, what's your favorite drink? Alcohol necessary. How do you make it? Shaken, stirred, microwaved, brought to a boil and then mixed with gasoline? How do.

( private to bro strider )

[ Dirk can be found in Trois Park at around noon, standing in front of a pile of several items of clothing from the Marina-inspired fashion line at Bull's Eye. He's carrying a broken-off tree branch and a package of matches, and staring at the pile in contemplation.

Is there really any point? ]

[VIDEO]

[Jane may or may not have actually gone out and gotten that dress. She thinks it's rather nifty. She also may or may not be wearing it. Don't you judge her.]

This stuff is sort of cute, I'm impressed this jail actually has something suitable to wear now. [Not the point of this video.] So I have been thinking. Who would like to taste test some of the new recipes I've been making? I feed a biased household at this point and need some fresh testers. You can contact me if you're interested!

[ALPHA HOUSEHOLD | Calliope/Caliborn-Action]

[On Jake, Roxy, and Dirk's beds they will find one of those nifty shark jakcets, fin and all. With a note attached! Saw these and I couldn't resist, who says you can't have a little fun and match with your friends in prison! :)

Calliope will find that she was left a set of earrings and one of the dresses, Caliborn will find that he has been left a pair of novelty FISH SANDALS! Also left was a small plate of cookies, she didn't think Caliborn would eat them anyways. Each of their respective things were labeled with UU or uu.]

[Action around the Alpha house or where Calliope and Caliborn live.]

Pay attention, numbskulls. Drop what you’re doing. Especially you. Princess. [Caliborn pauses for effect. Even if he sounds like Calliope, his sentences are his trademark staccato and melodrama, with a side of harshness.]

I have won Euphemia’s game. With many questions to spare. Because. I found the object. [This broadcast is suddenly punctuated by the shriek of a harmonica being violently blown into, followed by an equally annoying shriek of laughter.]

She thought she could trick me. On account of my being a superior being who doesn't give a shit about music. Seriously. Who even cares about this blowing device. Not me. [He blows into it again, this time sliding it so that there is some semblance of actual music. Kind of.] What is that? Just noise. But. It is still the perfect accompaniment. To her tears of defeat.

Front and center, wench. Present yourself and admit it. To the entire prison.

That I win. And you. LOSE.

[There’s another harsh harmonica blow.]

Er, okay.

So I believe I have this all in order!! And I, um. I am in dire need of some assistance right now. It's rather embarrassing so any unclued wise guy who'd like to heave a few haws at my expense can go ahead and show their rears to the door because I'm not having any of that horseshit!

[He clears his throat.]

Anywhosits.

So yesterday was, er.

A bit wacko?

And in all the hubbub, I might have done something I would have never done normally with someone. Or, um. Perhaps I'd been doing my darnedest to prepare myself to step in that direction, but gee whiz I expected a bit longer of a turnaround period before getting my ass handed to me like a dude on butler island!!!

Now I turned tail as soon as I got up and I'm hiding until I can get all the words that I need to say together. But conflabbit if facing him isn't the hardest thing to do sometimes!!!

[The Cals haven't accumulated too many possessions in their scant few days present in the dome, other than a heaping pile of board games and an equally heaping amount of candy. ... And a bunch of rude notes. All in all, it's not too difficult for Calliope to move it all on her own in one trip, and so she carries everything from Sector 4 to Sector 2, wearing a hoodie and gloves to avoid surprising anyone with her appearance.]

[Once everything has been settled into the new place—meaning that Calliope has to make sure the board game pieces are where they were before, and also to hide the best candy where Caliborn won't look—she'll head back to Sector 4. There is cleaning to be done, as Caliborn single-handedly did everything he could to make a mess of it during their first two days in the prison, and Calliope had just not been able to keep up.]

[She throws open the windows and the front door, no longer caring if people see the mess of candy and garbage and occasional claw or bite marks if they pass by. Calliope doesn't expect to finish everything today, so she tapes up a note on the door: "this apartment needs a thoroUgh and massive cleaning before it is livable. i am taking responsibility for it, so don't worry, bUt i'm sorry for the inconvenience Until then. u~u cheers, callie"]

[At some point during the cleaning, she decides she'd like to get to know some of her fellow inmates, so she tries to break the ice.]

[Voice Only]

This is probably an odd question, but here goes: what do you all have dreams about?

I'll go first: I used to dream about flying around a beautiful golden city, where it was never dark. The clouds would show me omens of the past and future—when I could understand them properly.

[Rose can be found sitting in the middle of the pet cafe. Despite the fact that she's got a passel of kittens crawling over her, one on her shoulder and is cuddling one in both hands, she looks miserable. She's obviously been crying a lot and fairly recently. There's a definite pout & mope sort of expression to her face. When she speaks, her voice reflects her expression.]

Doctor's gone.

I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' a kitten.

[Before he left actually, but she thinks it's an even better idea now.]

Call him Doctor. Maybe John Smith or Oncomin' Storm. Y'know. Somethin' like that.

[ Tonight there is a lot of noise in Sector Two, specifically a certain restaurant/bar. Maybe you're there for a serious date! The decoration seems right for that kind of thing. Or maybe you are there to get trashed and wash away your sorrows with the mighty bottle-- the atmosphere is right for that kind of thing.

Well, either way you're in good company tonight, that much is for sure.

Spread out and bug people or stay close and enjoy your threadmate's company, 'cause anything goes tonight at the Winery. ]

[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.]

[Calliope hadn't originally had any plans for the day, other than to keep up her habit of laying and avoiding others. But that was before she heard the rule-breaking announcement. How embarrassing! Also, kind of confusing?]

[Still, she feels very strongly compelled to do something about it--more than just calling Roxy to talk to her. Besides, she's overdue on meeting some friends in person. After donning her hoodie and tugging it down as far as she can, she sets out.]

[Dirk told her not to go there, but she decides to say bollocks to it: there will be a knock on the alpha kids' apartment door, and a be-hoodied alien girl laden with sweets waiting on the other side with a nervous smile, waiting (hoping) to be let in. There is a bag in each hand, and her pockets are similarly stuffed to almost overflowing with various wrapped candies.]

[ 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!))

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 213 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ sunny with warm breezes ].

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking the [ facility rules ]. Full details of their punishment will be transmitted to their devices shortly.

Roxy Lalonde: Sex.

Inmate [ Zero Kiryuu ], your presence is required at the Kiosk.

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! Don't forget that there's an event happening this week! ))

[Bro is not a good man, but he does keep word. Just a little after 8 PM, he’s tucking in his shirt as he walks out of his apartment to head to the address Roxy gave him the night before. He’s going to be a little late to pick her up for tonight's drinking date, but at least he’s enough of a gentleman to do it proper instead of making her try to find him at a bar. Because having agreed to taking his younger alternate self’s equally young friend out on a date with inebriation on the agenda right after arriving is really proper, and not at all creepy and fucked up. You’re so cool, Bro.

But hey. If she wants go out with him so bad, he certainly ain’t gonna stop her.]

((ooc: this is a content warning for a major age differences and non-consent. nothing graphic will be played out in this post but it’s still going to be squicky. god i am sorry.))

[ At one PM on the dot, as Dirk had announced the day prior, he and Roxy are sitting in one room of the computer lab, awaiting their hacker buddies. There are cookies and soda for everyone while they wait.

Once everyone is assembled, Dirk addresses the entire group slowly and monotonously. This isn't like when he gave that lecture for a punishment; that was for shits and giggles. This is serious business. ]

Hey. Uh... So, as you've probably guessed, what I was saying yesterday about this being for rehab, etc., was total horseshit. This is a gathering for people who are both willing and able to attempt to manipulate the wardens' systems to gather information and/or get us the fuck out of here.

If you're not interested now that you know that little fact, make sure you close the door on your way out.

[ There's a pause while he waits to see if anyone wants to leave after that. ]

So, um. Anyway, I figured we should actually have a group discussion on previous hacking attempts and their outcomes and what everyone's learned from 'em, since up till now the only real way for a newbie to come across this information is through some haphazard game of telephone. It's pretty easy to learn that the systems are intimidatingly complex, and that fucking even slightly with the dimensional stabilizer is hazardous to your health, but what we need to talk about are actual methods for finding a way home.

So. [ He shifts his weight and coughs. ] Floor's open.


[ OOC: This is essentially a mingle post; people can hang out and talk prior to the official start of the meeting, and start threads to discuss whatever issues they think should be brought up, and anybody with any input can respond. ]

[ After Dirk drops her off, Roxy crawls out of bed and stumbles to the bathroom where she pukes her guts up. She tidies herself a little bit, and then pulls her headset back on.

She's pretty sure she's alone right now at the Haus of Alpha, so she calls up the first person she thinks of. ]

Hey, hey. Callie, my girl, you there?

[ 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! ]

[video];


[The feed opens centered on Tear, professionalism nearly flawless-- it's not nerves, so much as simply not being used to do this. At least her even tone doesn't betray her]

There are several people I recall responding to Pepper Potts' initial planning of a book club some time ago. With Ms. Potts now gone, Peggy Carter and I have decided to continue with its organization, and so we would like to know who may still be interested. Of course, arrivals since then or anyone else hearing of this for the first time, as well.

Thank you.



[action]; sector 5, afternoon


[With the rains over, she can be spotted making a round in the Memorial Gardens to see how her recent flowerbeds have fared-- it's a familiar activity to boost "rehab points"-- before migrating to the Graveyard, taking a few moments before the solitary pillar there, and the tiny little plot in front of it. Like the other beds, it's too soon for anything to have sprouted, though the rain will certainly help.

Maybe it's because some names engraved there are personal, or maybe because there's nothing here for them yet, that she kneels down after a time, not bothered in the slightest by the still wet grass as she starts to set glyphs circles and craft a few of the crystal flowers she made for Garcia the day before. They'll last no more than a week, but they're at least something.

She's actually not averse to company now, and wouldn't be surprised by anyone coming; the magic-like lights and runes are definitely visible from a distance]

[[ooc: putting this down before heading to work, will get to replies later tonight o/]]

[ action/open ]

[ 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. ]

( action/closed to flatmates )

[Calliope refuses to show her face on the network. The last thing she wants to do is scare people with her "ugly" monstery-ness. So she writes down what she wants to say, takes a seat by the window, and watches the rain with fascination while snacking on her welcome basket goodies. Eventually, she’s plucked up enough courage, and also filled her belly.]

[Her voice is exactly the same as Caliborn’s, but with none of the grump. On the contrary, Calliope speaks with a sweetness that is genuine through and through--albeit toned with apology, and soft for how shy she feels.]

Hello, everyone. I’m-... the sister of that rather loud and demanding boy who arrived with me yesterday. If you’ve had to deal with him, I’m terribly sorry. I'm trying to find ways to persuade him to behave, but finding a fail-proof method is, um, sort of a work in progress.

Truth be told, for all his bluster and bravado, he does have the potential to be truly dangerous. We’re of a species that is very, um, different from many of yours. Though I pride myself on following proper social conduct, he feels that it is his right to treat other people as his playthings. If you ever encounter him in person and feel threatened, please do whatever you feel is best to subdue him.

Even if it means locking him away, or tying him up somewhere.

[She pauses, clears her throat, and tries to sound more cheerful.]

Anyway! Unless you have specific grievances that I can assist you with, that’s enough about him.

For those of you comfortable with doing so, could you please introduce yourselves to me? I’d like to get to know all of you! Being among so many humans and other races is a rather new experience for me. --Not to say Prospitians don’t count as people! But that’s different.

[Filtered to Jane Crocker and Jake English]
Roxy and Dirk already know I’m here, so, Jane and Jake... this is uranianUmbra. I’m sorry that I didn’t contact either of you sooner. It’s not personal at all! You’re both my dear and important friends. It’s just that… well, yesterday was quite a terrible day.