MarinaNova Asylum

[The screen flickers on to a very dull expression. The face of a girl who was both unamused and unsurprised to suddenly find herself incarcerated. As if this wasn't the first time.]

'Parole' doesn't seem to mean what it used to.

You'd think the Head Honchos here would've waited until I actually committed another crime. Guess they're trying to get a one up on us lost causes.

[Normally, she wouldn't be so public about her past. In here? It didn't really seem to matter hiding what was pretty obvious. Besides, everyone else was in the same boat.]

[Melanie sighs]

Schway.

Really? Again? Wasn't the first time enough? I haven't done anything worthy of being put back in here for a second time!

[ somebody's back for today only and not happy about being tossed back into prisneyland after going off to yale and thriving there. ]

[Zatanna appears...upside-down. Somewhat. She's laying on her bed in her room, hair hanging down over the edge, eyes glancing far upward so they can meet with the communicator screen. Her skin is a bit darker than usual, with noticeable patches of pink on her nose, cheeks, and shoulders.]

[A softly snoring puppy rests at her feet. Otherwise, the only sound in the room is the air conditioner blasting from her window.]

I think they lied about the temperature. No way this is only ninety degrees. Either the Wardens are trying to bake us, or...actually, no, that's all I've got.

Wake me when the weather's no longer trying to kill us.

Unless you have ice cream. Then we'll talk.

[It is a hot day. Sweltering and humid and for many it could feel pretty icky. It is around noon when a unfamiliar and obviously modified voice comes over the network. It sounds a little robotic, too high to be normal, but also manic, in a good way. Excited, amused.]

Anyone really fed up with the heat yet? I know I am. So here's your Declaration of War on Humidity. Park your butt on the number four and you'll get yourself a nice splash of color to cool you down.

[There is silence for some time, enough that one might even think that he disconnected. Then it comes back with a laugh.] Or you could just come over to Quatro Park and join in on the fun. [Then there is a disconnect. Someone could try to ask a question, but no responses will be given.]

( And now on location with Sunny McSpouts! )

{OOC: Water balloon fight! Richie spent the morning putting it together so it's forward-dated to noon and later. Two robots will be there making up more balloons as the day goes so they won't run out for a while and another is hiding in the park to throw balloons at random passersby. The coloring in the water is completely safe and washes out with soap from clothes, skin, and hair. Not that characters will know that at first. Have your characters wander in, get dragged by a friend, become an accidental casualty, anything you want! Mingle away the heat!}

[The old man on the screen looks dangerously calm for having just arrived in an undersea prison. Saetan has taken the time to find an elegant, old fashioned looking suit before switching on his communicator. Not only that but he has actually arranged himself in the library, and looks as at home and in control of the situation as if he were in his study. He does not look like a frightened new prisoner, which is entirely the point. He's not someone who is used to being powerless and being held captive is not about to make him change his attitude. When he does speak his voice is like thin ice, dark and cold with something deadly lurking underneath.]

I’d like to speak to someone in authority, immediately. I heard your clever little announcement, and you obviously know who I am. Prisoner or not you should respect me enough to speak to me face to face. I’m going to find where you’ve taken my Jewels eventually, and it would be in your best interest to resolve all of this before I do.

[The network opens to Jessica who's taken the time to find some other outfits before doing this this time.]

Feels I went home for a bit, or somethin'. Or I got new memories anyways -- I remember hearin' bout that happenin' to other people. Last thing I remember was it bein' day 216 -- that was twelve days ago. The orange don't suit me much better than it did the first time. Whatever's goin' on it's sure as hell fuckin' weird.

[There's a pause, and then she adds.]

I gotta question for everyone though. If someone you loved, someone you really hurt but still care about, if they wanted to forget about you completely -- what would you do? Like if you could do that for them, would you?

[Because she did. But she's still not sure how she feels about it. Even if she's not in love with Hoyt anymore she still cares about him. For what that's worth.

There's other things, things with Bill and the Authority but that she doesn't want to talk about so publically. How he 's turned into a religious fanatic like her birth parents used to be. It makes her skin crawl. The memories are fresh and make her feel sick to her stomach. She'd rather not focus on them too much.

She closes the feed at that.]

[Caroline comes on camera, she's at the Blood Shack. Seriously, what's the point of really hiding it anymore? She's a vampire, if people figure it out, they figure it out. But for now, nothing she does really screams I'M A VAMPIRE. Her thoughts have turned darker as of late but somehow she manages to ask this in her usual perky tone--]

So my fellow prisoners, question. If you had only a few days left to live or something what would do with that time? What's your, like, 'My last day on Earth or in Marnia' bucket list?

[Just voice, because as weird as it was, it was still kind of disappointing. But, Duo knew that people knew the other him, so he felt he had to say something. After all, if there was one thing that hadn't changed from one version to another was that they were both still pretty social guys.]

So uh, yeah. Um. If anyone's looking for the other me, he's not around. I think we lost him in all the moving and stuff. Or something. But, yeah.

Sorry.

[He was so awkward about this stuff. He would just be over here trying to pretend he didn't just make the worst sounding announcement ever.]

[On the network is this white and black haired guy lying on the ground, relaxing. He speaks calmly, a bit on the monotone side.]

What’s funny is that this place is supposedly a prison, but it doesn’t feel that way. If you wanna know what a real prison is like, you should spend a day at the Sohma main house. You would experience all sorts of unspeakable things you thought you’d only ever see on TV.

[A pause.] You know, unless there’s a surprise waiting for me around the corner or something. I’m okay with surprises, though, especially if it’s a pizza delivery man.

[action | open]
( The musings and wanderings of a depowered mutant )

[video | defense force filter]
Our new warden made this sound temporary. I guess we'll see about that. Since this place isn't set up in sectors, and we're missing some leaders* I'm going to do some temporary shuffling. When [If] we get back we'll need to select some more leaders. Until then, listen up because these are the assignments:

Sectors 0, 2, and 6 are under me. We'll watch the living quarters.

Sectors 3 and 1 combine under Jack. You take the yard.

Sectors 5 and 4 combine under Buffy. Handle the extra areas. Putting a fence up around that farm was like tying a ribbon around it, and everyone wants to open their present. [Including one of our own apparently.]

Anyone who is not combat ready without powers can assist dispatch or investigative. Do not engage if you can't handle it. You're not being brave; you're making it harder on everyone around you. Don't make me babysit. You know who you are.

Dispatch, keep doing what you do. Feed us any information we need from the network and route teams if we get a distress call. We stay in contact with each other through them.

No headquarters yet. We've barely got enough rooms to go around as it is, but I need the investigative team working this from every angle. If you're on a combat team and the investigative team consider yourself all investigation for now unless you're also a team leader. [Yes, Jack, that means you.] Reid's in charge with Derek gone.

We've already got a known situation with Euphie and the green one. [Realizing she doesn't know his name.] Report if you've got it under control otherwise I want all teams on the watch for them. Expect more trouble. New setting, new wardens, no rules. People are going to be pushing the boundaries. Push back.

Got issues? Let's hear it.

( OOC )

[It's been a long, exhausting day for everyone. Zatanna included. A day full of confusion...and a day of loss.]

[For some, more than others. As evident by the very tired look on her face as she does her best to address the Network as a whole in something resembling a dry, humorous tone. Extra dry, very little humor.]

Alright, since it looks like nobody else is going to ask it, might as well be me: ...what happened to our pets?

[Focusing on one thing at a time to distract her from the other individual who's since gone missing.]

[Earlier she thought she noticed something moving outside the dome, but the rain and fake sun and everything made it hard to be sure. Maybe it was just playing tricks on her eyes? Wouldn't be the first time this place played tricks, but now she is pretty sure that thing she's seeing is really a thing.

A big thing.]

Uh, guys? Is anyone else seeing the giant tentacle? Does that happen often?

[And a few minutes later, still distracted she only thinks she hits the private function before voicing her next message.]

Wally, are we still on for ice capades?

Seems like we've got a few sports teams going here. Which is awesome, don't get me wrong. But I'm wondering if anybody around here knows how to play hockey? Real hockey, not the retro version.

[Terry's got his routine pretty settled. Catch him on his morning building scaling, patrol in the afternoon, or any time in between wandering around and people-watching.]

Let's play baseball tomorrow!

You know, instead of practice, let's just have a game even if the teams are a little short. And people should join so they're tall again! Tall wasn't really the right word.

Is tomorrow too soon? [Kind of to himself.]

Hikaru, is tomorrow too soon? [Less to himself and more to Hikaru.] We really need a manager again. Does anyone want to manage? Or play?

Oh, is this okay with the cheerleaders too I guess?

(OOC: Backdated to late afternoon.)

[ 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!))

[ 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! ]

Hey. Terry McGinnis. [Terry waves to the camera, easy-going smile on his face.] I've been here about a week, but I never officially introduced myself. [he raises an arm in greeting.] Here I am.

[The smile fades, but he keeps his expression neutral.] So what do you guys think about this whole clone thing? Do you buy it? You think there's a difference, or that people can tell the difference?

And would you want them to.

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We need a Sadie Hawkins. [ seemingly unprompted, but it's been on her mind for a while now. something wholesome and fun that everyone can participate in without pesky age requirements or being weary of stepping foot in a bar or a vampire-owned establishment. ] It's a dance - not as formal as prom, but there's usually a theme of some kind involved. For example, my sorority at Yale was planning on holding a Phantom themed Sadie Hawkins towards the end of the fall semester. Our theme will definitely not be anything involving Andrew Lloyd Webber. Rebekah and I will be working out those details - theme, where, when...

[ because her original vampire bestie is the obvious choice for partner in dance planning crime. ]

Another thing: the girls usually do the asking for a Sadie Hawkins. None of this misogynistic nonsense of waiting for a guy who's never going to notice you to ask you to go to the dance with him. You get to make him sweat and worry that no-one's going to ask him and he'll be forced to go stag. But, since I know not everyone is of the heterosexual persuasion here, I say interpret the tradition as it applies to you. If you're a boy who likes boys, ask a boy. You don't have to go with a girl if that's not who you are. This should be something fun for us, not anything that makes people feel uncomfortable.

My designation is Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01 and I am 25 years of age. I am a Human-Borg Hybrid, a female of the Human species, and my last known coordinates were located in a region of space approximately 65,000 lightyears from Earth. The year was 2375. I have been imprisoned since Day 184.

[ she opts against stating that her name is annika hansen, despite giving it out to a few people. data. caroline. and saying that she's a human-borg hybrid is a simpler, condensed version of what she is and an explanation she tires of providing. ]

I have shared this information about myself in order to provide that which I am about to ask. In order to better understand the correlation between various worlds, dimensions, and timelines present, more data needs to be collected. Please answer the following questions:

What is your name? How old are you? What is your species? What was your location prior to your imprisonment? What was the year? On which day did you arrive?

Thank you for your time and cooperation. It is... most appreciated. [ click. ]

[Kitty has been teaching Advanced Technology for awhile now, but it feels like students in this "school" are an ever rotating thing, so she tries to keep classes self contained. She's also not much for lectures, so most classes are about practical demonstrations or problem solving. She didn't have a lot of formal training herself. Technology is just something she's always had an affinity too. Genius level, but in this dome you can throw a stick and find that it seems. Still, she had a lot of practice fixing and adapting various machines. Her world didn't exactly have repair people or tech support to call anymore. You're lucky to find some looted shell and put something together with it. That's what today's lesson is about.

Everyone will walk in to find some kind of machine on every desk. It might be a computer, toaster, clock, DVD player, segway, etc. Pick your desk and your poison. There's also a set of basic tools up front. Share nicely, kids.]

They're all broken. By the end of class, they won't be. Figure it out. Feel free to discuss amongst yourselves.

(OOC: You can assume your character has been to this class many times before or it's their first time. Mingle format, so just tag yourself in and tag your fellow classmates. You can talk to Kitty here.)