MarinaNova Asylum

[Private to the Defense Force]
Lacus informed me I took the vote. [She questions your decision-making skills...and is also flattered in a tsun way.]

( Seeking sector team captains, investigation/research members/leaders, and telepaths/empaths )

[Public]
The Defense Force is aware of the situation with the glitches, but not necessarily the full extent. If you find something odd—odd for this place—call dispatch and report it. We can't necessarily stop it from happening, but the more information we have the better.

[Oh, and she should probably...] Also, I'm the new head of the Force. If you've been wanting to join, let me know.

On a more personal note, is anyone here a metalsmith, alchemist, reality bender? Really anyone who can do impressive things with metal with the abilities and resources you have here. [Someone has been rebuilding her claws and needs assistance.]

(OOC: I am working on OOC organization for the DF too! But I wanted to get some things worked out ICly first.)

[waking up feeling sick to your stomach stinks and Cyril never wants to experience it again. It doesn't help that the stupid screen in front of his face is flashing a message that doesn't make a lick of sense either. A life sentence for the shit he's done? that is unfair!! So have a very pale-faced man in horrible, blinding orange.]

So. I left the stove on back in my friend's apartment. Hope the place doesn't catch on fire because that would suck. Oh, and kill a lot of people. [p a u s e]

More importantly, this is the ugliest piece of shit I have ever seen. [yeah that's right, this communicator is ugly] I'm supposed to fucking wear this? Why? So I can talk to people? If I wanted to talk to someone then I'd use a telephone. Cause y'know, you don't have to wear a telephone on your god damn face --

[one long moment please as Cyril accidentally turns it off. He's from the 1920s okay HE DOESN'T GET IT] ...Why the fuck aren't there instructions for this crap.

[The headgear was something else. He’d never seen anything like it, but at least it reminded him enough of headphones for the radio transmitter and the little buttons on the side gave enough clues for him to figure them out. He doesn’t know what “video” means, so he doesn’t use it.]

Fancy digs here, got to admit. But the clothes could use some work. Ain’t that many people who can pull off orange. Whatever happened to the good ol’ stripes?

[The tone is slightly playful, but Bucky is tired, stressed, and was expecting a different kind of place when he imagined going to hell. That front isn’t going to last too long.] If hell is a joint like this, I can guess why so many people don’t mind paying it a visit. So what’s the news? Be great to know if I can get out on good behavior. Or should I just start with the name, rank, and serial number?

I have to say, I’m not particularly impressed with the wardens’ fashion sense. Although I suppose if everyone’s dressed the same I can’t complain of looking the fool, since we’ll all be fools together! As stifling of individuality as that may be – but then, I suppose that’s sort of the point, if we’re in prison?

[he waves at the camera] Hello, fellow inmates! I am Loki, and I assure you I am not a foolish sort of person.

I do hope this thing is on. Otherwise I’d be talking to myself, and that really would make me look ridiculous.

Getting’ real tired of this shit. [New place. New scent. Same bullshit . Still a rat in a cage. His claws flex experimentally, and the blood that spurts out all over his knuckles earns a twitch of his lips. He isn’t amused.]

The fuck are we? [Curt and definitely not polite. Still, he’s expecting answers. Help him out, you friendly folk!]

[ The face on the feed might be familiar to some, accompanied with an equally familiar airy voice. To others, don’t worry, there are plenty of oddities to marvel at and comment on, such as pointed ears or the drooping arch of her antenna that protrude out from underneath them.

Judith’s expression is a bit faraway as she tries to get her bearings, head tilted up to study the sky – almost as if listening for something that no one else can hear. After a moment: ]

My, this is unusual.

[ She’s referring, of course, to the bright orange jumpsuit. It’s noticeably loose in most places, but rather snug at the bust line. At any rate, guess who’s not used to wearing pants? The feed jostles when she stumbles a little on the hem, and then she rights herself without turning a hair. ]

I wonder if this means I’ve been extra naughty… [ Wonder on that, Marina. Judith gives a winning smile as she continues, ] Would anyone like to lend me their clothes?

[the communicator flicks on to a lot of throat clearing and subtle coughing. For a moment Stiles thinks about shutting the screen off and burying his head in his books, but. It's too late for that, right?]

Right so. Uh, I'm still pretty new to this place, but even I've realized that not everyone here is from California, or even from the same -- world as I am. Which got me thinking about stuff. Stuff of the supernatural variety. You know, ghosts, witches, voodoo magic, superpowers, werewolves. [He manages to sound very casual at the last bit. Aw yes.]

I'd like to know if anyone here has experience with those kind of things. And if you don't want to tell me, uh that's fine. I don't judge. I'm not really in a position to do a whole lot of judging considering...my situation. But yeah, it'd be nice to know.

[And he'll be sitting at this computer in the library, pretending to do something else while waiting. He's got a bunch of books all piled up by his chair, and most of them are things like Le Supernatural. Guy's gotta do his research!]

[the video shows Jane, dressed in a tshirt, jeans, and a flannel shirt, since she's discovered the clothing store. She's glad to get rid of the orange jumpsuit. But her fashion isn't the thing on display today. She's perched on a table, papers strewn around, and a notebook in her lap]

Okay, so I got my notebook. It's the one I had at home, which brings up a few questions, but that's not what this is for, not completely. Reid, you said you wanted to look at some of my research? Oh! Touma Hashiba. When would be a good time to meet to discuss your notes?

[she pauses for a moment, then hurries on, as if something just occurred to her]

Oh! Question. Anyone have tips on living with others of the opposite gender? I've managed to land myself in a frat house, with all the connotations thereof. Back home I only had Darcy, and she was a very good roommate.

[Filtered to Defense Force*]

Good day, everyone. I have two quick announcements pertaining to the Defense Force.

First, a friend and I have put together some taser-like weapons for those who would feel more comfortable with some additional means of self-defense. We have ten for distribution now, and will have more as soon as supplies are available -- likely 2 or 3 every two days. They are not ideal, obviously, nor are they what you are likely used to, but given the materials at hand this was the best we could make quickly and in sufficient quantities. If you'd care to obtain one or inquire as to the specs, I will be in HQ for the rest of the day to hand them out. Additional prototypes for more advanced weapons are under development and we welcome any ideas and assistance.

Second, since everyone has had time to consider their situation here, I believe we shouldn't delay further in selecting a leader. I believe self-nominations are the most appropriate, as the leader should be someone who decides to volunteer of their own accord. If enough people wish to nominate others, we can certainly discuss it.

If you would like to be considered, please come to HQ and fill out a brief form listing your qualifications and goals for the Force, so other members may make an informed selection:
<b>Name:</b> <b>What qualifies you to lead the Defense Force?</b> <b>What goals and vision would you try to implement in the Defense Force, if elected to lead?</b>

Thank you. If you have any questions or concerns, please do bring them forward.


[Private to Steve Rogers]

Hello, Steve. If you have a few moments, I would appreciate it if you might assist me with something.

( OOC notes )

[Hope you Avengers (and girlfriend) weren't looking to sleep late, because Tony's taking a chainsaw to the walls. Didn't even know you wanted renovations, did you? You're welcome. And you're in luck, because the music drowns out the other noise.]

[Various other happenings are of course occurring in the ever-busy Avengers Temporary HQ, and this is the place for them, so have at it. Or wait a few hours and Tony's dragging you all to see the new "exhibit." ;D ]

((OOC: Mingle-style! Use this prompt or not as you like. What's your Avenger doing today?))

[It's party time, excellent! The festivities are at Lyrical, the karaoke bar in the third sector. Come sing, come delicious eat food made by the hostess and Elena and Rogue. But mostly, come to drink and be social.

EVERYONE'S INVITED. So post your threads and comment around! This party is about getting know everyone who comes!]

[Welcome to Sector 0, home of the request kiosk, various facility buildings, and a wide array of street food stands.

Also, today only, it features a bright red photo booth. Just slip behind the curtain, press the button, and smile pretty for the snapshots it will take of you and whomever or whatever else you pull in with you. The photos will process and print inside the machine and spit out a strip of four photos for you to keep.

Take a picture. It will last longer...]


(OOC: Threads can take place any time of day, anywhere in Sector 0.)

[ there's a small, somewhat fond smile on atton's face when it finally materializes on the screen -- but, if you look carefully, there's a drink in his hand. behind him: a dimly lit room, a somewhat jazzy tune floating through the air. yeah. he could get used to this. ]

Better than most of the cantina dives I've been too-- could use some decent booze, like say-- some juma? But, hey! I won't complain.

[ taking a moment to take a gulp out of the glass-- smirking slightly at the taste because wow that is some bitter whiskey. he likes it though. pretty decent drink. ]

Anyway, I figured this would be a pretty decent way to meet the people I've been talkin' to over the commlink. How do you guys feel about knockin' back a few together?

Anyone else is welcome to join in too-- more the merrier, right?

[ one, last final flash of a grin-- an almost sarcastic dip of his head and a tip of his glass before the transmission clicks off. ]

[A video feed flickers on and for a moment, all you can see is the pavement. Not too long after that, though, there's some jostling, like someone's turning it over in their hands, and--a face! A stern and not so happy face.]

I'm starting to think I'm not the "settling" kind of guy. [Waking up almost seventy years later had been a bummer and now he was stuck in some underwater prison. When will the world give Steve Rogers a break?]

Anybody else wanna take a guess at what's inside those doors? [He turns the video to that heavily guarded building in Sector 0. The warden facility.] A lot of restricted areas in this sector.

[But he makes no move to head toward the building. He's actually some distance away, seated on a bench in that awful orange jumpsuit and not attracting any robot attention.]