MarinaNova Asylum

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The young woman suddenly visible on the communicator screen is a bit stiff, a little more precise than is normal in her speech. She seems to be wearing headphones and a high white collar peeks out of the neck of her jumpsuit, covering any visible skin. Maybe she's just naturally very formal.

Or maybe she's a robot.

Of course if she were a robot she would have a good cover story. Like this one.]

Hello, my name is Aigis. I am a student at Gekkoukan High. I enjoy academics, school clubs and... Gatling gun. It is a pleasure to meet you all. Does anyone require assistance in escaping? I would be happy to attempt to provide it.

[Trowa was having a moment of not being sure what he was supposed to be doing. He hated being bored. There was almost nothing worse than it. He'd already worked out this morning and he still didn't know where to go.

Somehow though, he'd ended up at the stables again. He wasn't particularly sure if he wanted to ride, but maybe he could have something to talk to. Maybe a change of pace would help with feeling bored.

So he had stopped next to one of the stalls, the horse having come over to stand near him so he could rub the horse's nose]

Is that so?

[He says that seemingly to no one at all]

[Video]

[Kanji is nervous, and is dealing with those nerves by aggressively yelling his message at the screen.]

Hey! So there's a class now for sewing and knitting and stuff and if you wanna learn how to do that kinda shit you should, I dunno, come to it or whatever.

[Action]

[He's perched on top of a desk in the Education Center's Home Economics room, stress knitting a scarf. This is starting to feel like a stupid idea and he's kind of hoping no one will show up but if they do they'll find the classroom well supplied with yarn, knitting needles and crochet hooks, not to mention fabric, thread and needles, even sewing machines.]

[Have a bright-eyed boy addressing the network, Marina. Well, okay, they're actually black eyes, but his spirit is bright!]

Let's do it! [Motivational, right? Vague, but motivational.]

We should go ride horses! We can race! [He may be coming up with this as he goes, but Veridical did mention the stables in this morning's announcement.]

I'll be at the stables, so you should to. It'll be fun!

[It's true! You can find him there. He might be grooming or saddling a horse when you arrive. He might also be having a one-sided conversation with one of them. He has it on good authority that horses like being talked to.]

[You won't hear them coming. You won't see their snare. The mistletoe bots are out and they're hunting you, two by two. You can run and you can hide, but eventually you will be caught, and then there's nothing left to do but kiss your way out!

Chapstick stations will be available.]

(OOC: Mistletoe Bots Info)

[April stares at the camera without much expression except some resigned disgust. She's sitting on a bench in Sector 0, still in her in her orange jumpsuit.]

Hey. So. This sucks. This is because I drove a riding mower through a Nordstrom one time? And...all that other stuff. Come on. Ugh. Someone either tell me something useful or just shut up.

Happy Anniversary, Marina Nova!

You may have noticed the veritable fleet of maintenance bots zipping all over the dome throughout the night, working hard to clean up the dome and set up decorations for this momentous occasion. Come morning there isn't a corner left unfestive, with brightly colored garlands hanging across the streets and wrapping around the sector gates. Even the trees have been primped for the occasion, colors changing into rich reds and oranges. Strings of light hang from the branches and lanterns line the streets, here and there broken up by a pile of stacked hay bales perfect for taking a rest on.

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!

[ video ]

[ She's had a couple of days to sit on it, and when activity in the dome - "dome", Haruka supposes, really - seems to have settled down, she decides she can't just let things go back to normal. But she's also not about to take anyone into her full confidence, either. Clearly some sort of middle ground needs to be reached.

So this broadcast comes from a particularly poorly-lit area, featuring a rather mysterious shadow in a miniskirt. Depending on how effectively disguises work in your homeworld, you may have no idea who this dramatic figure is. Or you can put two and two together and realize it's totally Haruka in a pleated miniskirt. Your call.

Either way, she has a brief news update for everyone: ] The doors weren't an accident. Someone wanted us to go through them.

Be careful.

[ That's it. End message. Everyone else will have to use that knowledge as they see fit. ]

[ action - sector 1 ]

[ After making her big announcement, Sailor Uranus went to Sector 0 but couldn't decide where to go from there. So to clear her head she detransformed and is now sitting on the beach with her trouser legs rolled up, letting the sand wash over her toes and ankles.

Time for a nice long brood. ]

[ Trying to get anything from the wardens was proving to be a waste of time. However, maybe there was a way to get them to reconsider. These "rehabilitation points" could come in handy; and who ever said he had to actually have the intent of rehabilitating himself while he went through the actions that would earn them? He could earn enough points, return to the kiosk and get what he needed, and then drop the act.

It was the perfect plan.

So here the Child of Fate is at the rubber ducky exhibit -- finally out of that orange jumpsuit and in a t-shirt and jeans, but he still looks every bit the mad scientist as he hasn't put on a pair of shoes or brushed his hair since he arrived. Except there was one thing he didn't anticipate. Rubber ducks are actually pretty interesting! He's downright giddy as he reads everything he can about them. He even grabs one and carries it around with him, which maybe he shouldn't be doing. But can you blame him? They're so fascinating. ]

[ action ]

[ This is not the syndicate laboratory. The boy looks around himself in a panic before noticing the message playing on the headset he's been given. The welcome message makes sense, he guesses; the list of crimes, not so much. There are a couple that he can understand why, in theory, somebody might accuse him of them, but he has no idea where most of the rest of them came from.

He's never even driven a car before, let alone without a license. Or while asleep.

And he's never heard of any MarinaNova Asylum. Well, that's easily solved with a simple lookup. Standing right there in the middle of the sidewalk in Sector 2, paying no mind to the storm damage surrounding him, he closes his eyes and spreads his arms to his sides.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing. He can't access the Gaia Library. This... is not good. ]


[ video ]

[ The boy on the video feed is visibly disheveled. His hair is a mop-like mess and there's a look of disorientation in his eyes that goes beyond the usual new arrival. ]

What is this place? I can't look anything up. I need to-- my research, I can't be here--

[Thunderbolt and lightning—very, very frightening.

Take cover, take shelter, take heart. You'll need to take everything you can just to make it through today with so few areas really being safe.]

(OOC: DETAILS here. Mingle out and about in the rapidly changing elements or cozy in one of the shelters.)

[So. There it is. His own little store.

Nico isn't entirely sure what he's supposed to do with it. It was a spur of the moment decision. He already picked up some supplies to make signage. Poster board and markers. This was not going to be fancy place, no sir. He would have done this yesterday, but thanks to the anomaly, he'd forgotten about it.

He's going to need product as well. Which means he should probably make some kind of announcement. Ugh.]

[ Video ]

I've, um, opened a store for second hand goods in Sector 3, so if you've got any items you no longer need or want, I'd be happy to take them off your hands...


[ Action ]

[Nico can be found at the shop most of the day, cursing over signs, accepting donations, scratching his head over what he's got himself into, or maybe dozing off when it gets too quiet.]

There has been a lot said of us and our choices lately. [By Spike, Rose, and Tyki.] I want us to be a force against the wardens, not each other. We spent a lot of time and energy on Spike in hopes it would save and protect lives. So far, I believe it will.

Unfortunately, it looks like we may need to do it again.

[She's known for a long time an announcement like this might be necessary, but she hasn't wanted to make it. She hoped with the other noah gone and even the exorcists that maybe he would just relax. Fish. Something. But that isn't how things have panned out.

She's close to this one. Closer than she was when it was about Spike. She has a history with Tyki—physically and emotionally. It wasn't long ago he was holding her as she cried over Reid's disappearance and then she was making him bleed and now...]

You should all know Tyki Mikk from the watch list. He's brutally attacked people from his world who were staying here in the past and recently he tried to block our efforts with Spike. You might have heard his "apology" about that. I did strike first and I hoped the injuries I got would be the last, but last night he attacked Spencer Reid, breaking his fingers.

Tyki can make himself intangible and tangible at will and at the same time. He can block your attack while making his own. [Something her power doesn't allow.] He also has access to dark matter, something we don't know a lot about. It can be a poison. He can also manipulate it's form, making his arm like a blade. His body has a lot of stamina and regenerative abilities. He also has and breeds tease which are flesh-eating butterflies. One at a time they're nothing, but in a group or inside you they are a problem.

We need options. Options to contain, reform, and kill. He's dangerous and powerful, but he can't be unstoppable. We need to be ready. I want the investigative team researching and everyone else stepping up your training individually, but most especially in teams.

[She's wearing a pink pearl and has been for some time, but even with the pearl working as hard as it can, it's not finding a lot of happiness to draw out these days. And right now she just wants to get to Reid and make sure he's okay.]

(OOC: Backdated to afternoon.)

[Midii awoke groggy. As she had been sleeping deeply, and for a long time. Something with very rarely happened--even at its quietest, the soldier camps rarely allotted for such peaceful returns to consciousness.]

[Then again--as the memories slowly started flooding back into her mind--she wouldn't have to worry about that any--]

[With a start, the young preteen sat up. Glancing down at herself, then up again, head darting from side to side. Confused. Nervous. This place...where was she? Had she been captured? Still clinging to the last remnants of a state between dream and reality, she rose to a stand. Her legs wobbled beneath her, like the hadn't been used in a while. Absently, Midii reached for the tiny gold cross around her neck. Broken. Shot. She still wasn't even sure why she had bothered to pick up the damned object in the first place, but right then, it was all she could do to clutch it in the palm of her hand until she could feel the sharp edge digging into her skin.]

H...hello?

[Her voice cracked once, but she otherwise managed to keep it steady. It rang of a false innocence. No one knew. No one could have known. And this place didn't look like any prison she had ever heard about.]

[Heck, this place didn't look like anywhere she had ever read about. It was too...nice. Almost perfect.]

Am I dead?

[She asked the air. It would have been the only logical assumption, given everything that had happened recently, were it not for one glaring contradiction in that theory: she was the last person on Earth who deserved to go to Heaven.]

[Don't mind the ten year old boy in military style clothing that is obviously too big for him. He's just getting into everything, and more. Most of it things and places he probably really shouldn't be able to get into, much less should. But that's normal for the quiet, green-eyed boy who shows so very little in the way of emotion.

For those familiar with Trowa Barton, he bears a striking resemblance to the older boy.]

[Nico's in a good mood. He doesn't know why. There's no reason for it. Nothing has happened to warrant it. But there's been a giddy kind of feeling bubbling under his skin all day. This is what it felt like before Bianca died, when everything was exciting and new, when they'd lived in a casino full of never-ending games, when they'd been taken out and put in a real school full of children their age, when they'd been rescued by a real hero and learned gods and monsters were real.

There was a mini golf coarse in the Lotus Casino. He'd played it a few times. Maybe ... maybe more than a few times? Who knows. Memory gets a bit foggy. It wasn't as interesting as cards, or the machines. But it was something to do. It was something for people who got bored with other things. Or couples who wanted to make out behind the windmill.

Nico didn't want to make out behind the windmill. But he did have a club and a ball and was setting up at the first hole. He'd discarded his jacket to the side, and his new black band with the pink pearl set in the center is pushed up his forearm so it won't get in his way.]

[ video ]

Hey, everyone.

Since yesterday was an arrival day, I'll be having a welcome reception tonight at the Sizzle & Sear. Stop by for some comfort food favorites. And, if there's something we don't have, if you're willing to show me how to do it, we can work something out.

Also, everyone's welcome. Long time residents can stop by and help the newbies feel a little better about things.

Hope to see you tonight.

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[ action - mingle! ]

[Piper had set up the restaurant for the evening to dole out comfort foods. In additional the regular menu, she had classic American favorites that she knew like mac and cheese, hamburgers and fries, just good old fashioned bad-for-you food that people liked to eat when they were feeling down.

She was also open to suggestions for comfort food from other cultures! Stop by and share some recipes!]

{OOC: Open to Siren Clam pearl shenanigans!}

[The day that Michiru had been planning for for some time was now here! It was the music recital for the academy's music class. She was excited for this and she hoped that her students were as well.

The stage was set and the chairs had been set up. There were also refreshments. This was the best that she could hope for.

The recital is mainly for her students, but she might play a song or two of her own]

[ooc: Recital time! If your character is in the class, feel free to post a song that they would play for the recital. For those who aren't and even those who are, feel free to mingle around and enjoy!]

[It was quiet, seemingly in the middle of the woods. The phrase might be too quiet. It is dark, but clearly they are in the woods.

Anyone who should arrive will find a group of older men sitting around a fire. In the faint light of the fire, there are tents and large mechanical devices in the background.

And there is Trowa standing there, watching from a distance]

What makes you decide to get a tattoo?

[Hello, inmates, curious Neil is curious. Feel free to guess where this line of thought is likely to end up.]

I've never thought about it before. What makes you want one? How do you pick? How do you know you won't change your mind in a week, or a month or a year?