MarinaNova Asylum

[ Danger! Danger, Will Robinson! The dome is under attack and whether you like it or not, all inmates need to gather at the designated safe zones! Just follow the flashing lights and try not to go deaf from the blaring sirens.

And then? Then we wait and pray that the dome glass doesn't break. ]

(OOC: Links! Sector 1: Main Athletic Complex | Sector 2: The Education Center | Sector 3: Pa-Ching Arcade | Sector 4: The Movie Theater | Sector 5: The Museum

OOC Information | Veridical's announcement

[ It's the first annual monthly bi-weekly — it's the first Memorial Garden Committee meeting! The invitations have been sent, a couple of park benches in Sector 0 have been claimed and there's even a few plates of home-made cookies put out in case the allure of fast food on a stick wasn't enough. How can you resist? That's right, you can't!

The instigator to all this is pretty nervous but once the clock strikes noon he clears his throat and kicks off the meeting the only way he can. ]

Alright, so… some of all y'all might remember me talkin' 'bout puttin' together a Memorial Garden for all our friends who've disappeared a while back. Now, I know we already got some o' that stuff 'round here but this would be somethin' we'd create all on our own. We'd decide what t' plant in it an' tend to it an' pool our rehab points together to get seeds an' plants or whatever else we need.

There ain't no pressure to help out. We do what we can, alright? What we're good at. I'm happy to help anyone who don't know how t' grow things an' wants to learn, but th' important part is that we all get a chance to have a say in this. This is where this comes in. Just write down your ideas an' we'll gather it all up an' make sure everyone gets somethin' they want.

[ He gestures to a SUGGESTION BOX set out with a stack of paper and some pens for all your suggestive needs. ]

Alright... that's all I had t' say. You go on an' talk amongst yourselves an' have fun!

(ooc: Mingle! Socialize to your hearts content, whether you got an invitation to the meeting or not. Notifs are off but Aidan has a thread HERE if you want to hit him up specifically! Feel free to let your character leave serious ideas for the memorial garden (or just troll the hell out of it) in the suggestion box HERE ! ))

Welcome or welcome back to Paranormal Studies.

[Sam starts off with another disclaimer-type comment for the new students as he did at the beginning of his last class about how this isn't a class on hunting.]
( Wendigo )

Questions & Discussion

Okay, I think that's everything I had. Has anyone else ever heard of or encountered a Wendigo or something similar? Or are there any questions?

(OOC: Backdated to late afternoon. Mingle style. Notifs are off so tag Sam during class with questions or catch him before or after. Use your discretion with the links provided. Sam didn't necessarily cover every detail, but feel free to bring more into it. Warnings for talk of cannibalism and torture.)

[ today, piter de vries seems positively chipper. why? because today marks the first lecture of toxicology— the first step in his plan to play around with what "rehabilitation points" will get him. but also, he's just quite fond of lecturing. piter loves to (hear himself) talk. ]

Very good, very good. [ he has settled into room 218 of the educational center as much as a man like piter can settle anywhere, and is watching people file in with fingertips together and pressed to his lips. when the clock strikes two o'clock, he gets up from behind the desk and strides to the front of it, whiteless eyes sweeping over the room. ]

Welcome to Toxicology.
( professor de vries? more like professor de will you please stop talking for five seconds )

(( ooc: starting off toxicology with a bang! and by that, i mean a whole lot of words. the next classes will not be this long, i assure you!

tox is held in an open lecture format, so feel free to mingle! come one, come all! piter has a thread here, and there's more information on the class here. ))

[Voice - Early afternoon]

I have to teach a class for a punishment, so in fifteen minutes I'm teaching a class on principles of beginner's magic. You won't learn how to blow anything up or how to fly or anything like that. It will probably be fairly dull. [He begrudgingly provides the room information. If it wasn't obvious enough by the words, his curt tone makes pretty clear that if no one showed up he would be ecstatic.]

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[Action - at the school]

((OOC: PLEASE READ the information below if you want your character to learn any spells. (And yes, according to the way magic works in Slayers they very well could, since no inherent magical ability is required for minor spells.) I have tried to be detailed in the IC lecture about how difficult/powerful these spells should be and what limits there might be, but questions are always welcome if you need further information.

I'm leaving some of this up to players' discretion -- but please note that according to the way this works in Slayers canon your character cannot take the info on minor spells Zelgadis gives them here and then "figure out" how to throw fireballs around -- or do anything else except marginally strengthen the specific spells he taught. They need the SPECIFIC spell words to cast anything else and Zel ain't giving them out.

Also, if you want to handwave your character's attendance even though they didn't tag in, please contact me to let me know or toss up a "handwaving" tag on here or something? Zel would ICly keep track of who he taught things to and keep a tiny eye on them.))

( So you want to learn magic. )

[In pleasing contrast to the growing exhaustion that is becoming routine, Saya woke full of energy. She even beat Hei out of bed and wasted no time with silly things like appearance before venturing out in search of breakfast, hair finger-combed and feet bare. (Fortunately she had the presence of mind for a simple sundress, but only just.) She's bouncing, near literally, from restaurant to restaurant, ordering a full compliment at each of them and barely sitting still long enough to clean the plates before hurrying to the next. She can't seem to stop laughing...]

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[It's difficult to pinpoint when or where, but at some point she changed her mind entirely. Her disinterest only applies to the mundane sort of food, though -- a drink sounds like just the thing, from a willing donor or... perhaps, unwilling might be fun... or a fight, maybe. Just someone to play with. She'll decide on a game later.]

[Her stalking around is mostly outdoors, and in between playmates she's busy tearing apart the hems of her dress, alternating long, slow threads and short, jagged rips as her mood suits. As soon as she spots anyone, Saya starts her approach -- whether they want company doesn't especially matter. C'mon, it'll be fun.]

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((OOC: Obviously emotions may vary, but generally if you tag her in a restaurant I'll assume you want gigglier Saya and anywhere else you want the seductive playful Queen Saya. Attacks or blood-drinking are very possible if you want them but I will only do so with OOC permission))

[ 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!))

[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/]]

[Voice | filtered from Tyki sorry!]

Hey there prison pals! I'll just take a quick few seconds of your time, but they will hopefully lead to a way more awesome use of your time! If you're in a mood to par-tay that is, and let's face it, who isn't?

So long story short, Derek and I have found the most adorable new roommates: Korra, Enma, and now Asami! They're all kinda new but they're incredible and we're lucky to be living with them. I'm throwing housewarming fiesta at our place this evening to welcome them right!

Anyone who is friends with any of us, or anyone who wants to just come by and chill, come on down! Bring a friend, even! There'll be video games and card games and nummy eats. Also, I think my main wall needs some redecorating and what could be cooler than a mural that has a little piece of everyone? I'm thinking we all just pick a piece of it and paint whatever strikes us! It'll be like a wall-sized patchwork quilt of awesome. Alas we'll have to make it BYOB because we're not allowed to stock that much liquid courage outside the restaurants. But I make a mean mocktail too if you wanna get classy and drink something hot pink out of a martini glass.

Hope to see you there! [She provides the address here! Note that Garcia's decorating is pretty darn epic.]
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((OOC: MINGLE STYLE! I'll put up threads to answer on video then one for Garcia at the party, but feel free to make your own and threadjack to your heart's content! Attendees will find games like DDR and Wii-Sports types as well as Mario Kart type things (obviously not those specific things because 4th wall), a huge blank wall with multiple funky paint colors and paintbrushes and smocks handy for the decorating, a bunch of party-type foods like burgers and hot dogs and finger sandwiches and chips/dip, and also mocktails with little umbrellas. She even hung a piñata somewhere out of the way!

I personally am still in the hospital so I may be slow in replying but do not let that deter you from tagging around!))

[She is sitting in the pavilion, watching the butterflies flittering around in awe before she decided to try and reach out to someone. She isn't paying as much attention to whether the transmission is audio or video, as long as it is heard.]

I didn’t know that they had butterflies in prisons. But I guess, this doesn’t seem like the kind of prison that Dad talks about back home. It’s like a really strange dream, but…[She doesn’t know why she would imagine a dream like this.] I know I did something bad, but I really didn’t mean to. And I really don’t want to do it again. [She doesn’t say she won’t, because she knows she isn’t normal. She can’t make those kinds of promises.] Can’t I just…go back to my Dad? He’ll make sure I don’t do anything.

[She’s quiet, unsure for a moment.] It’s better if I’m not here. I was better where I was.

[She doesn't expect a response, but still...] ...Is anyone there? If I'm talking to myself, I'd at least rather know about it.

[ a solid knock echoes in the room and Peggy's voice filters through the wooden barrier. ]

Tear? If you have a free moment, I was hoping you'd join me for a cup of hot chocolate. There's also something I'd like to discuss with you, if you're of a mind.

[ indeed, she did. After all, Peggy had been vastly disappointed to discover that the book club would not be forth coming after Pepper's disappearance. And Peggy knew that if there was one truth to hold dear, it was this: If she wanted something done right, she'd have to take matters into her own hands. Waiting solved nothing. ]

[ 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! ))

((OOC: In lieu of spamming with posts for all 8 of my characters for kissing purposes, I'm putting up prompts for them all on this one action post! Links are below I may tag around in other posts/the mingle too, but if you want any of mine for the event PLEASE PLEASE DO TAG! I want every single tag for this event!

I don't care if they haven't met yet! Absolutely do not be shy! Also, if anyone wants to call my kids on the network or do non-kiss threads, just indicate such and I'm happy to! Threads can take place at any point in the dayweek, and almost anywhere in the dome.

Links:
+ Lacus Clyne: Everyday walking around prompt | Hot springs prompt for the adventurous~
+ Zelgadis Greywars
+ Cross Marian
+ Penelope Garcia
+ Komui Lee
+ Tony Stark
+ Saya Otonashi
+ Michael Westen))

[Euphie woke up to an assault and injury charge this morning. She was only expecting one of them. Luckily, she didn't have to wake up in the hospital. She was there only briefly to have her wrist put into a splint for the sprain she earned in Sector 6 when she fell.

The injury isn't going to slow her down though. She has things to do at the educational center today, food to pick up, and she might be in sector four where she lives as well not to mention all points in between. Well, all points except Sector 6. She might just avoid that one for awhile.

So, why are you still reading this instead of getting trapped in a shrinking forcefield with her?]

[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.]

[So. He's here. He's had some time to adjust. He's wearing orange.

...yeah he's not pleased about that part, or any of what it entails.

Still. He's not one for inaction, so...]

My name is Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, I'm with the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI. I'd appreciate speaking with anyone who has a background in law enforcement or the military. Thank you for your time.

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!

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 197 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ sunny with clear skies ].

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

Spike: Failure to attend mandatory group therapy session.
Jane Crocker: Failure to attend mandatory group therapy session.

The request for inmate [ Lacus Clyne ] is ready.

New inmates will be arriving in the facility shortly. Please be aware of this disturbance as you go about your day and help them get started on their [ rehabilitation ]. We value your cooperation.

Have a nice day.

[ And in the spirit of rehabilitation and Dean Winchester, the message ends with a jaunty tune. You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Please remember that if your character didn't attend the mandatory group therapy sessions last day week they broke an ic rule and is up for punishment! )

[The dojo in Sector 1 is quiet and there have been pillows strewn about a low rise table in the center of the room. This is where therapy group 6 will be meeting as the messages on their communicators will tell. Propped against the table are a few wooden training swords, soft padded baseball bats, and on the table are two wooden boxes. Inside the on the left box are strips of paper with instructions for different activities. The sentinels let it be known that if they participate in them, the session will end sooner and they will be allowed to leave. The other box has strips of blank paper and pens inside. Between the two boxes on the table is a stuffed ball that fits easily into the average person's hand.]

( Break the ice, don't break the table )

{OOC: Anyone is welcome to join this group willingly or claim they were forced into it, no matter whether they were sorted or not. Massive threadjacking and talking over people is allowed since this is a small group and people will hear things. If you have any other ideas for icebreakers or activities feel free to assume they are also on a strip in the first box.}

[Euphie's call yesterday had worked out and to her pleasant surprise her Sector Three, six-bedroom apartment will have a little life in it again. Today is a day of moving in, meeting one another and having dinner together.]


(OOC: This post spans the afternoon and evening. Mingle style! Feel free to set threads for moving, eating, or hanging out activities.)