MarinaNova Asylum

I've been convicted of a murder that I didn't commit. And I literally mean an actual murder I didn't commit -- it's not something back home that I'm just too chickenshit to fess up to.

And the thing is, Veridical stuck this D/s collar on me, so at first I thought it was just making up some excuse to avoid admitting it was jealous that I'm already in a relationship. But then it turned out I'm not the only one being punished.

So who all out there has to deal with this bullshit today?

Welcome to Day 198. Sunny. Clear. Practically perfect in every way.

Today, the museum will be featuring torture devices*. Sadly, there will be no gift shop open for this particular exhibit. Do use discretion if you have a weaker constitution or fancy yourself innocent.

One of the food carts in sector 0 will also be featuring pizelles.

(OOC: *The link leads to a website about a real torture museum. There are illustrations including nudity and torture within the links. You're welcome to also see more modern devices and items not shown there. There will be security to prevent theft.

Messages to report to the kiosk will be sent to Dirk, Jake, Piter, Spike, Tyki, Laura, and Itachi. If they do not report they will be brought there by sentinels.)

[ the feed starts off shaky, and there are the muffled sounds of someone trying to set it up. when it finally comes into focus there is a very annoyed looking ginger on the screen. ]

Oh are you in for it now. You are in so much trouble.

[ she's not sure the "you" is exactly, but it won't stop her from saying it. she's angry, and more importantly she's confused. maybe even a little scared. why is she in a prison of all places? the last thing she remembers is being at stonehenge.

her expression changes slightly, although only someone who knows her would notice. ]

Doctor? Are you here?

[ she tries to think, tries to remember. there had been romans. roman centurions . and rory. rory had been there. rory her fantastic, and wonderful boyfriend. he had been crying. why had he been crying? she had been crying too and then he had shot her.

he had shot her. was she ...dead? ]

Rory?

‭[A small red haired boy comes on the feed...‭ ‬just...‭ ‬blinking and staring in complete and utter shock at what the little device had just said to him.‭ ‬He was...‭ ‬in prison? ‬But when?! How?! ‬Was this Vendice prison? ‬Had he lost against Tsuna and didn't know it‭? ‬He didn't understand what was going on...‭ ‬but if he was here then there had to be someone he knew. He still had friends nearby last he knew. They would all be in this together right?

He looked off to the side and fidgeted a little,‭ ‬while he mustered up the courage to speak.‭ ‬It was tough when he didn't know who would hear it.‭ ‬He opened him mouth to speak but-

...‭ ‬Whoever heard would probably ‬tease him for being soft spoken,‭ ‬or get mad because they couldn't hear him. What if his friends weren't here?

He promptly clicked his mouth shut without saying anything and chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment.‭]

‬....sorry.‭

[And he turns it off.‭ ‬If his friends were here, they'd find him. They always did...‭]

[The broadcast begins in voice only. Briefly there's the sound of static, followed by the sounds of fumbling.]

Oi!

[Finally the video feed clicks on, revealing the face of yet another pissed off new prisoner. Well, maybe a not so new face, but still a new arrival. He mutters something to himself in an alien language, taking a moment to look at his lovely new duds and anklet again before looking seriously into the camera.]

Of all the beings here, I probably deserve this the most. But, I want you to think about just one thing. Do you really want to see what happens with a confined Time Lord?

[Look at that! He's already lying. Well, stretching the truth a little bit. Now that he's finished threatening the wardens, he moves on to another topic. His expression softens a bit and he smirks.]

Now as I understand it, doing anything short of looking at someone wrong lands you here. Chances are I already know some of you. Apparently I have that effect on people. [He chuckles] Anyone match that description?

[ So, this is it. The day that finally hits home that he needs to get it in gear, Dirk thinks to himself as he takes his morning shower (circa 5AM-5:50AM; they've gotten shorter since he arrived, for some reason he can't really pinpoint). He's sixteen now. It's his fucking birthday and he's spending it in an underwater prison dome. There was supposed to be a big party on one of their planets in the Medium for this, and Jake was supposed to have already had his, and Roxy's was supposed to be tomorrow, but none of those things are the case now because the wardens have gone and stuck their big fat noses in where they aren't wanted -- Jake's won't be until Day 204 and Roxy's until Day 207.

But whatever. It's his birthday, and his first one where he's actually got other people around to celebrate with. He's going to make the most of this shit. ]

[ PRIVATE to Dave Strider ]

Hey. Ain't seen you around for a while. You been sleeping in weird places again? I was sort of expecting to run into you when I went to take my shower this morning, but that didn't happen. Looked in the closet and the washing machine too. I mean, you're a grown-ass man and it's a free prison, so I'm not saying you can't do what you want, just-- I'm legal to drive today, thought maybe we should hang. You know. Bro stuff.

Call me back when you're awake or whatever.


[ OPEN ]

Counting from the date it was when I was so rudely interrupted from doing what I need to in my piece of shit universe, today is my birthday. You should all give me things.

...Crocker, what sort of punishment did you get?

[Duo's found a little stereo to play with, so he's wiring it up to his phone in the Rusty Spoon. After a moment he hits play and 'Don't Fear the Reaper' begins to play just loud enough to be distinguishable.]

Well... Musical therapy? Sure. Why not?

I'd prefer some good company here at this little bar if that's okay with you guys. Anyone up for a little hang out at the Rusty Spoon? Come find me.

((OOC: Forward dated slightly until after Tony and Dean's music war with the wardens has been over for at least an hour or so.))

Hello, MarinaNova. Now that our rather boisterous morning has quieted, I would appreciate some input on a proposal.

Those of you who were present in our former dome may remember the stars and moon projected on the dome at night, which I maintained. I hadn't recreated the projector because [the slightest pause, those who know Lacus well will see that this is uncharacteristically difficult for her] it had been a gift to someone who unfortunately did not join us in the new facility. I believe it's time I paid tribute to him by recreating that night sky.

However, he is far from the only one we have lost. I was considering, rather than modeling the projections after the skyline of Earth or the other worlds, perhaps creating our own. Each person could select locations for stars or constellations, in honor of those special to them, be it a person who has left the dome, one who is still here, or one you remember from your home world.

Of course, if anyone has other ideas I would be delighted. Please, if you have a moment to offer your thoughts, I'm eager to hear them.

[ Dirk can be seen for just a moment, an orange baseball cap sitting forewards on his head. He taps the side of the cap. ]

There's a nice selection available. You obsolete pieces of software did something right. Good job.

[ Then he switches to voice. ]

Might as well participate, since I'm stuck inside for another day or so. First one to guess the word I'm thinking of gets a favor, like the rules say.

What an interesting sounding "holiday". I wonder what they cobbled together to get that. Hats? Secret words?

You know what would be better? Not being alone for it.

[ooc: Random bitterness because he saw Anew during the ghost event. Another reminder she is gone]

[He's got his hand next to his ear and the communicator, adjusting it onto his ear for comfort. He exhales, rubbing the bridge of his nose before speaking. He looks and sounds exhausted.]

Hey. Look, whatever my rap sheet says it's debatable whether I deserve to be here or not, but this is insane. Pretty sure you're supposed to at least get a trial or somethin', but with the way it worked back home? Heh. Really not surprised here. Coulda at least scent a memo, isn't it convenient that they waited until after the horrors of war to bring me here? Nice of em. [/sarcasm]

If anyone's nice enough to give me a quick tour, show me where I can get my clothes back and find a place to crash, I'd appreciate that. I'm heading into, I think sector one. Yeah. I'll be hangin' around there for a while.

And as far as who I am, the name's Duo Maxwell.

If anyone had the chance to meet Kurt Hummel during the few days that he was here, he's gone home. [ he'd probably been sent back when all the ghost nonsense was going on, but quinn hadn't been sure until it was over whether he was missing because of the event or because he was actually gone. ] I'm happy for him. He didn't belong in a prison.

[ with that over, it's time for part ii of this broadcast, which is a big step for quinn. she's been thinking about doing this for a while now, but contemplating it is one thing; actually going through with it is another. ]

I know not everyone went to high school or is from a world as bland and boring as mine must seem in comparison to everyone else's, but when bad things happened, we'd have support groups to help everyone get through the bad and look forward to the better. I don't know how much good that's going to do in a place like this, but I figure, it can't hurt. And... And there have to be other people out there who miss their children as much as I miss my baby.

[ there. she said it. beth isn't a secret back in lima, but getting pregnant and having a baby was something she was ridiculed for during her pregnancy and after her daughter was born. she hates that beth was a notch of shame, when she's something to be proud of. a bright, beautiful baby girl who's going to live a happy life full of everything she deserves, because quinn made the right choice. beth isn't something to hide or be ashamed of, and this is quinn's way of taking back what the halls of mckinley took from her. | BACKDATED TO EARLIER IN THE DAY. ]

[VIDEO]

[Zatanna looks...nervous. Confused. Troubled. Like she knows there's something she's not quite getting. Or something she's forgotten.]

Umm...what happened to day 191? Did the Wardens just decide to skip it or something?



[ACTION - closed to Robin]

[She hadn't seen him all day. Not so much as a glimpse. Which normally wouldn't have been the end of the world--it's not like they needed to be around each other 24/7--except she really had to talk to him this time. There'd been a lot of incredibly troubling whispers and bits of information she'd received over the course of the day, and if even a fraction of her suspicions were true, then...]

[...]

[...she just needed to talk to him, okay?]

[It was around sunset when the idea to try to apartment building roof came to her. Already clad in her pajamas--drawstring gray pants and a light blue tank top, oversized matching sweatshirt on top of that--she slowly climbed the stairwell until it led her to the top exit. Hesitantly peeking her head out through the partially opened door.]

...Robin?

[ ♚ action ]

May I treat you to something beautiful, my cute lambs?

[ Something was different about Sheryl today. She still looked like herself, but at the same time she didn't. Maybe it was the very masculine clothing she was sporting ---

--- or the fact that the girl was also carrying around and playing an expensive-looking saxophone. And Sheryl gave no indication that she could even play that instrument.

Those who are looking for her --- will find her playing this song for a few girls.

Hopefully, none of them is your girlfriend. Then again, it might be a harmless enough scene. After all, what is wrong with a girl playing a saxophone for girls? ]

[ ♚ video ]

[ Sheryl Nome gave a smile that was neither playful or overconfident. It was a lazy and knowing smile. She had a saxophone in her hands. Odd, because she never gave any indication before that she knew how to play that instrument.

In front of her was a pile of music notes that she got when she got the saxophone.

When she spoke, her voice's timbre was also a lot lower than how she usually spoke. ]

This is for all of my cute lambs out there.

Remember not to fall in love with me ... but I'm sure you wouldn't be able to help it.

[ She winks for the camera...

On second thought, maybe she did still have a lot of her overconfidence.

... and begins to play this song with the mastery of a professional. There was no hesitation or pauses. It was almost like she had been playing the instrument her whole life. ]

[ ooc: At the moment, Sheryl is being possessed by the sexy saxophonist Ren Jinguji of Uta no Prince-sama ]

[The camera turns on to see Zatanna...only there's something off. It is her; her face, her form, even her usual wardrobe. Even her hair and eyes are the same. But her skin looks noticeably paler than usual, like she hasn't seen the sun in quite some time.]

What is this? Who dares summon me? I was having fun!

[There is also a higher pitch to her voice. Scratchy. Whiny. Irritating. Borderline insane.]



AND WHERE'S MY TEEKL?!?




((ooc: For most of the day, Zatanna will be possessed by a being known as Klarion The Witch Boy. A literal Lord of Chaos, and evil magic user from her world. Be afraid. Be very afraid.))

[Catherine turns on her communicator and shows off a very big smile.]

Hey, hey!

[There's some shakiness as she moves her device around to now show off her nails. ... And perhaps you might notice she's only wearing a towel around her body, too. She's been out of the shower for more than an hour now to do her nails, but she's awfully cozy like this, revealing as it is for the public.]

I just finished painting my nails! What do you think?

[She giggles before tilting the camera back up to pause at her cleavage to her face.]

But then I got to thinking... I bet all the girls should have a huge sleepover and do stuff like this together! We could tell stories, play games, talk about boys, and give each other makeovers! Doesn't that sound fun?

[Now she'll bring up a finger to playfully wag.]

But surprise, surprise~ No boys allowed~

Personally I like this inmate roulette that the day before yesterday started - newcomer day has such a spring to its gait this time around. I'm all for it happening again when we least expect it! Who agrees? Raise of hands. Maybe we can start a petition for the wardens.

[And there's the sound of him clapping his hands once.]

But on to the true reason for this call: public query. I promise you it's for a very important cause, and unlike in the formerly mentioned petition, your opinions on this will be taken with utmost seriousness. All the new ducklings are free to respond too, if they're not too busy running in circles around the place.

[Theatrical ahem-hem-hem.] Action or drama? In your media consumption, in your own life, whatever you prefer. Elaborate your answer at will.

Toodles~

[Is anyone making use of the chalk today? Should the mun wish for it, their character might find that the beautiful drawing they just completed comes to life right before their eyes. Because Puck feels like it, okay. The drawings will peck at people's heads or just settle for making pretty loops in the air at your discretion, but they'll all go back to 2D-ness by the end of the day.

Puck himself can be found drawing something similar to this on a random wall somewhere. Floating in the air while drawing, too.]

Okay, what gives? [Hi, MarinaNova, Artemis is back, and she doesn't exactly remember the part where she left. She looks and sounds a liiiiittle annoyed.]

One minute I'm going to sleep and the next I'm wearing that jumpsuit everyone was talking about. Oh, and I finally got the welcome message now that I already know all of it. [She didn't know what her crimes were. She's not loving those which is just fuel to the fire.]

And what's the deal with this place? [She picks up a jar with a dark red liquid inside.] Is this supposed to be blood or something? [In fact it is. She's in the Vampire Blood Shack.] No one mentioned a prison goth bar.

(OOC: She kept her 4th wall memories, so she doesn't (didn't) think any time has passed since then.)

[The past two days had stressful so Michiru decides to do the one thing that always reliably helps her, playing violin. So as evening arrives she heads out of her apartment and down to the parks around the dome to get some inspiration and play her violin for a bit. As she stands and plays, the melody of her violin drift around]

[ooc: Michiru is out practicing for the fun of it. Feel free to encounter her anywhere and watch her play and talk to her. Sorry to the two people have been waiting so patiently for this post]

... That's better. No offense, but I look really bad in that shade of orange.

[ When you wake up at 6am in an unfamiliar city (that is actually a prison), you have a habit of moving fast. Therefore, when the feed flickers on to show the inside of a Bull's Eye fitting room, it might be useful to note that acquiring clothing was not actually the first thing Li had done so far today. It was the second, because he was moving just that fast.

Also, because his fashion sense is apparently pretty nondescript. He probably grabbed the first pair of jeans, t-shirt, and hoodie he found. ]

It's weird. This whole thing hasn't really sunk in for me yet. I'm kind of psyched about getting to live on my own and decide what I want to do and when.

So, I'm wondering... how long does it take for homesickness to set in? I want to try to be busy that day.