MarinaNova Asylum

( Searching for the feeling of reality )

[Voice]

If we are so replaceable here, it is questionable about whether our lives hold the same weight here as they might elsewhere. Do your worlds value life? Are only some lives sacred and worth protecting? I want to understand this.

[ One might spot a short boy in a charcoal grey hoody and jeans darting through Sector 2 today towards the Education center. He's got his hood pulled tightly over his head as he ducks under the main overhang leading into the front of the building. He finally pulls the hood back and shakes some of the moisture out of his feathers, though his shoulders are damp with moisture from walking around without an umbrella. He lights up and has a quick smoke outside before heading in. One might hear the squeaking of sneakers as he wanders through the hall towards the music room.]

((ooc: Pinging Bruce Banner, but anyone is welcome to catch him out and about in Sector 2 or at the Education Center. He can be seen at the Library, the Computer Lab, The Squeeze or the Bistro for most of the day or coming and going from the Streamline Complexes. He can also be seen taking smoke breaks under any sort of overhang away from the rain.))

[ It's after nightfall when he makes his first transmission, screen mostly dark save for the glowing cherry of a lit cigarette and whatever small light that spills in over the edge of the marble stone. It's enough to catch slicked back blond hair, the vague outline of a muscular man in his mid-twenties.

No jumpsuit here. He took care of that as soon as he realized the sun wasn't trying to set him on fire. ]

Gotta say… I'm not much liking this trend of bein' whisked away to some secret location without my say-so. Sure, some blokes might find it romantic and spontaneous, but I've always been a big fan of bein' the one to do th' whiskin'. Makes me feel all manly inside.

Nice digs you got here, by the way. All bottom of the ocean… beats a sardine can any day. I mean, you can say a lot about the nazis but they sure didn't put any bowling alleys in their submarines. [ He pauses to take a drag, face temporarily lit up by the embers. As human as they come, this one. ] Plenty of rations though… and that's another thing you got right about this place. Plenty of little Happy Meals on legs, just walkin' around… warms the cockles of your heart, really.

So… I only got one question. [ Another drag, the smoke released through a toothy grin.] Who do you kill for fun around here?


[ ACTION ]

[ After making the transmission (and making sure for at least the fifth time that he can slip back into game face again) Spike leaves his comfortable spot in Sector 5 to wander night-time Marina. Or rather, prowl because this vampire hasn't eaten since before the Initiative snatched him up and after that whole debacle he's not too keen on resorting to blood bags just to ease his hunger. Oh no, something hot and fresh would be so much better... ]


((OOC: First bite has already been promised to Miranda, but he does have a handy dandy permissions post for other bite and/or punching related inquiries! ))

[Saya is looking uncharacteristically weak. Her skin is dull and pale and her eyes have the faint beginnings of dark circles beneath them. The hospital is in the background of her shot but she's walking away from it, not toward.]

Do you believe the bots won't let me get my transfusions? They told me it was a waste of medical resources and threw me out.

[She's obviously ticked off, but also very, very tired-looking.] What kind of place prefers people to drink blood rather than get it through an IV?

( Girl on a mission )

[Audio]

[There is no video. If she had to use an open and uncontrollable network, she will not compromise herself more than necessary.]

Information is required. Mission parameters overreached. X-Force, if present, respond. [Not X-men. She won’t use that name. Someone could be listening who does not need to know their true affiliation. After a pause than is neither short nor lengthy she continues.]

Logan… [She trails off, unsure what she was intending to say. Instead, she disconnects.]

{OOC: Laura will making her way through the sectors until she reaches Bullseye and gets some new clothes. Orange is too much for her. Feel free to run into her all over or in the store!}

[All of Saya's remaining belongings fit easily in her arms as she walks with Hei across the pristine and unfamiliar Sector 3. The sakura trees lining the streets make her blink back images of Japan. Riku and her father tossing a baseball, Kai's bike parked in the shade. Running on the high school track with Kaori. Even before she arrived here, that life was gone.]

[And now, another was behind her. Diva was gone, as was the cheery apartment Saya once shared with Jeanne. She hadn't been there in weeks, not since Hei promised himself to her, but it had been -- comforting, in a way, that it was there. Saya sometimes arranged her patrols so she could walk past, strain to hear the echoes of laughter from yet another baking disaster.]

[Now, there's nothing left of Jeanne at all. Or Diva. The only bit of stability she has is walking beside her, silent as ever.]

[Saya is never certain about Hei's silence, but it doesn't especially matter. He's made promises she won't let him take back, and so whatever place he finds will be hers as well. She's not two steps behind as he ducks into one of the apartment buildings and finds an open one on the ground floor, near the back.]

[Saya stands in the doorway long enough to shed her shoes, and then follows him inside.]

((OOC: aaaand let's go ahead and preemptively warn for adult themes. Just in case.))

[You're in a new prison and free!

Well, free to look around anyway. Maybe you'll pick your pet up from the pet cafe or search the pile for your personal items before someone else gets to them first. You could be inspecting the barrier around sector six. Did you just hear something scratching it from the other side? Maybe you want to find the nearest clothing store and upgrade from prisoner-chic to something a little more you. Maybe you appeared somewhere awkward and could use a hand with that. It could be you're just wandering around, familiarizing yourself with the new space.

Whatever it is, you're welcome to do it here.]