MarinaNova Asylum

[The feed turns on to reveal a rather reflective looking Wally sitting on the couch in the apartment he shares with Artemis and M'gann. People will probably notice there's a plain, brown box with the word "souvenirs" written in black marker on it next to him.]

Does anyone really believe we're going to make it out of here?

[He pulls a pair of bells—the ones Robin wore when they had their team laser tag match—out of the box and begins to twirl them around in a hand. Honestly, he doesn't really know why he's asking people this. One moment he was going through the stuff he's collected since he's been in the dome, and the next he got the urge to turn the communicator on.]

I used to think we would. Back when Rob and Zatanna were still here. Before I knew what was really going on. Now I'm not so sure.

[He sighs, and shakes his head. He knows this is silly, the way he's been getting all sentimental lately. But he really misses home. He misses his family and friends that aren't here. He misses not knowing what the future holds for him.]

Sorry. I just... this place sucks. [And with that, he ends the feed.]

The festival continues. The dome's "sun" begins to set and the the sky is painted in gradually darkening shades until all is dark beyond the warm glow of the lanterns and sparkling of the colored lights on the rides and booths.

The speakers high above on the floating island begin to play soft, instrumental music and the dark dome flickers to life once more as projections of landscapes light the sky. They fade in and out every few minutes with images of cityscapes, deserts, seasides, mountain ranges in shades of futuristic, ancient, post-apocalyptic, foreign, and outer space. It may seem like a random assortment at first, but then the scene shifts again and just might take your breath away as you recognize what you're seeing. No people. No animals. But the landmarks are all there. It's a place you grew up or lived or worked or fought for or died at, and then it's gone again, fading into someone else's memory. Sometimes the scene is distinctly autumn-themed. Sometimes it isn't.

After an hour or so the scene shows another sunset and the sky goes dark aside from the sparkling of a starscape. New lanterns are lit leading a path to the beach where there's a large white open-style tent with a dance floor, the ceiling strewn with fairy lights. Flames light the fire pits and there are several cozy resting areas set up with plush cushions and thick candles half-buried in the sand for light. The music takes on more variety and life, perfectly suitable to dancing. Refreshments are available for those who've yet had their fill or simply need a moment to cool off away from the dance floor for a moment.

[The last thing you remember is walking through a glowing door. Whether that was a good decision or a bad one is going to depend heavily on how claustrophobic you are, because right now you are fully encased in a very streamlined, sophisticated pod. It is regulating your body temperature, monitoring your vital signs, administering nutrition and dozens of other odds and ends to keep your body functional and healthy during its stay.

You're not usually conscious for this part of things. If you were, it would be a pretty boring experience. On the plus side, there aren't any tubes or wires attached to you. Those are a little too outdated for technology like this. The other plus is that you can open your pod hatch with a push. Luckily for you, those muscles in your arms and legs haven't atrophied. That's part of the science, but it's not perfect. There will be some aching and discomfort.

Take a minute to take stock of everything. You're wearing a bodysuit you don't remember putting on. You're in a giant, spiraling room you've never set eyes on before and your powers—if you have any—are blocked. But you're not alone. There are other people pushing their own pods open or lying still and silent in theirs. In fact there is a very large number of pods. You might not recognize everyone, but that doesn't mean they weren't an inmate at one time—they were even if it was brief.

For the moment there are no bots coming for you, no alarms going off that you can hear, and no immediate threats. The space is vast and the doors aren't locked, but you also might not recognize them as doors or understand how to activate them just yet.]

(OOC: This mingle is for those who went through the doors only. There will be two additional mingles for those who went through the doors and one for those who stayed behind. This mingle should be confined to the central core. The next one will be for exploring. EVENT INFORMATION | REAL MARINANOVA INFORMATION. Make sure to read these links. They have additional information you'll need for this setting.)

Hello. [Euphie has confidently addressed the masses over broadcast television and in public forums, but today simply speaking to the network is difficult. She hasn't been very vocal or social since Day 290 when she woke up with a compulsion to "kill all the Japanese." It wasn't the first time this has happened to her and now more than ever she's afraid it won't be the last, but she can't hide. If she stays quiet and apart she won't only be miserable, she'll be unable to help anyone else.]

First of all, I would like to apologize for my actions and the things I said a few days ago. It was not the way I feel, and it's not what I want. It is the result of something like mind control. I thought it had passed, but it seems to return at times. I would be happy to discuss it more with anyone who has questions. I will understand if you don't feel comfortable around me, but I do hope it doesn't make anyone feel unwelcome or unsafe in the school.

There is a school here and we're always looking for more people to teach classes and more students for those classes.

I would also like to publicly thank Spike for protecting me yesterday. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been there. [There is a bandaid on her forehead from where debris had caused a minor head wound.] Thank you to everyone who was helping protect us yesterday.

[Voice — Closed to Artemis, Zatanna, and M'gann]

[Wally had avoided his friends ever since he had bolted out of the apartment he shares with them early yesterday morning. It wasn't exactly something he set out to do, but he needed to get away so he could think about everything he learned about his future back home the day before now that he was a teenager again. Or rather, he had to get away so he didn't have to think about it. He knew it was something Artemis and him were eventually going to have to talk about it—the two of them were building a life together before he went and "saved the world"—but it just wasn't a conversation he was ready to have yet.

But with the crazy weather the dome was experiencing today, he felt the need to check in with them. Not just to make sure they are fine, but to let them know he is too. Zatanna and M'gann might not know what's going on with him, but they were bound to notice that he never came home last night.]

This is some weather we're having, huh. [This really shouldn't be this awkward.] You ladies doing okay?

( Closed | Action | Housemates )

[ Open | Video & Action ]
[Artemis appears on screen looking five years older. There is a little maturing in the face but otherwise she looks basically the same except that she's wearing her long, blond hair down instead of up in her usual ponytail.] So, I guess this is what Conscienti meant by temporal anomalies. Anyone else affected?

[She'll spend some of her time out and about checking things out. She's not sure how many people are actually up to patrolling.]

[ training ]

The specified location for today's exercise, detailed in communiques to the Defense Force at large, wasn't far into Sector 6. It's unfortunate that they must meet here, but it had been the obvious choice for its open spaces, organic terrain, and relative seclusion. Data is there early, ensuring that a perimeter is well established and all safety precautions are in place. There is also, of course, a detailed emergency response plan on standby in his memory banks - an absolutely necessary precursor to his agreeing to hold the exercise here.

When he is satisfied with the course, he waits and makes himself available to any arriving members who may wish to approach him prior to the beginning of the exercise. Once everyone is present, a precisely calculated few minutes after the scheduled meeting time to allow for any stragglers, Data will step forward and address the attendees.

"Greetings, and thank you for coming. As you have likely been made to understand, the purpose of our assembly here is to encourage a higher level and increased efficiency of cooperation, communication, and coordination among the individuals comprising the Defense Force. As opposed to focusing on individual ability in combat, we will focus on the dynamics of the team as a whole, becoming more comfortable working with one another, and trusting each other in hazardous situations."

( cut for absurd length )


[ ooc: please assume announcements about this went out to the defense force over the past couple of days ic! just not much to play out with that, of course. jump in on the course or after, threadjack, go nuts! have fun!

also open to ALL DEFENSE FORCE MEMBERS regardless of your department! ]

[Welcome to Hoarders: Young Justice edition.

Our star hoarder started her collection with a single, green pearl. The rest of the collecting came slowly, but it increases with each passing day. A trip to one store and then another. She needs something in this aisle and one of everything on this shelf. Heck, why not two?

She even got a bike with a sidecar from the sector 4 bike store just to help carry her winnings back to the apartment.]

(OOC: Anyone can find her in a store or out with her loaded up bike. Roommates can find her at the apartment.)

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.)

Hi. Today, we're talking about witches and witchcraft. We have a guest co-lecturer, so I'll be going over how things work where I'm from and Piper Halliwell [nodding over to her] will talk about her world's human-created magics.

( Witchcraft )

Questions & Discussion

[He looks at Piper again to see if there's anything else she wants to add.] Okay, so questions for either of us?

(OOC: Mingle style. Sam's comments are black. Piper's comments are in orange. Notifs are off so tag Sam and Piper during class with questions or catch him or her before or after class. Use your discretion with the links provided. They didn't necessarily cover every detail, but feel free to bring more into it. Please note Sam's canon point is toward the send of season 5, so nothing beyond that.)

[Puppies, puppies, everywhere. And yet, the one she was specifically looking for, she couldn't find. Typical. Maybe she should consider changing his name to Houdini Jr. instead.]

[Except, no, she could never do that. Robin had named him, and she still thought of him each time she looked into the little puppy's eyes]

This may or may not be a redundant question at this point, but...has anybody seen a little Siberian Husky running around?

[ It is a beautiful day, not too hot nor too cold . There is just that one little detail that perhaps gives it a sour note. Some of you have woken up with new and improved bodies all together, others might have the addition of a tail or perhaps paws for hands or feet.

You might be spending the day raiding the dog food aisle, contemplating if it is okay to lick yourself or just simply how in the heck your are suppose to even open a door with paws. Either way this will be a interesting day, ]

(OOC. This is the Mingle for the Animal Trouble Event, have lots of fun and here is the Info for those that need it. Here )

[ A punishment doesn't always have to be a terrible thing and Aidan is actually pretty excited about this potluck — not counting a small break for baseball, he's spent most of the day setting up and with a little help from his friends, the beach is looking pretty great. There are tables set up for the food, legs buried deep in the sand for stability and plenty of blankets and beach towels to hang out on. Candles are shoved down into the sand, ready to be lit as the sun sets and he's already got a good fire going in the fire pit, ready for barbeque.

With the waves lapping at the sand, the breeze in the palm trees and the slowly sinking sun, it really couldn't be a more perfect time for a casual party at the beach. Come one, come all, mingle away! ]

[It is still early in the morning, but there is someone who has been busy already. A strange urge had come over M'gann the night before, as if someone... something was calling to her. Given her telepathic abilities it wasn't completely outside the realm of possibilities.

So she had honored the strange call, leaving the apartment and heading out to find the source. It had taken her a few sectors over to Sector 6. Despite the danger of going into Sector 6, she had gone.

And what she had found was completely amazing!

Finally emerging from Sector 6 early in the day, she was fairly laden-down with something... and she had the overwhelming desire to share it with everyone.

So she immediately gets on the communicator to reach as many people as possible]

Good morning everyone. I went into Sector 6 last night and I found these wonderful pearls!

[She holds up one for everyone to see. It is purple]

There were so many of them that I thought I should share them. There are more than enough of them for everyone!

Come meet me in Tva Park and I'd be happy to give you one!

[Welcome to the start of the Siren Clam event! M'gann will be handing these lovely pearls in Sector 4 or she will come to you if you can't get to her. And there are "no strings attached"! Have fun and don't shoot the messenger.

Event info and plotting is here]

Where was the tattoo parlor when we were all in different bodies? That would have made things more exciting. [Not that she ever would have done that to M'gann.]

But seriously, who would let a robot tattoo them? Except that baseball guy with the butterfly. Does anyone even go to them to get their hair cut?

[And a pause.] I mean the enemy prison robots. Not, you know, android prisoners. [Did it get awkward?] Anyway... [Good way to end things.]

So...uh...is everybody back to their regularly scheduled bodies now?

I mean, not that it wasn't an...interesting change of pace around here, but that was a whole new level of weird. Even for this place.

[A small whimpering could be heard just off-screen. Zatanna glanced to one side and downward, the camera shaking a bit as she momentarily disappears out of view. Soon, it readjusts to find...the shadow of what looks like a little Siberian Husky laying in the shadows under the bed, head in his paws.]

Not to mention, Robin Jr.'s never been so confused in his life. I think his sense of smell went into overdrive yesterday. Poor thing.

[You know the phrase about waking up on the wrong side of the bed? Well, today you wake up exactly where you planned to, just not how you planned to. Taller, blonder, now with dangerous and unpredictable powers? So maybe the phrase about not feeling comfortable in your own skin applies more today. After all, it's not exactly your skin is it?]

(OOC: Use this mingle to run into people anywhere in the dome. Body swap info.)

[They're soft. They're pleasant. They're...abundant.

As the day goes on the tribbles get more and more plentiful until they are softly, pleasantly everywhere and eating all the food. Feel free to mosey about and interact with them and each other. Maybe you even visit the pet cafe today.]

(OOC: Tribble Info)

[Yesterday you may have noticed a young woman in an orange jumpsuit trying to beat the shit out of one of the kiosks. And, after taking one look at her face and the dents she's already made in the machine, you would have been very, very wise to stay out of her way. The Wardens can handle it, after all, and handle it they did. Today it's time for Korra to pay the piper.]


[ audio ]
What? Ew!!! I am NOT cleaning your pubic mats! That's DISGUSTING!

[Due to network maintenance, she may have, ahem, misunderstood her punishment.]


[ action ]
[After a great deal of trial & error and possible other inmate intervention, Korra is settled into the spa in Sector 3, scowling as she scrubs the baths.]

Okay. Here's the deal, Marina. I'm bored.

And I'm not just talking bored-bored, either. I'm talking my boredom's boredom's run out of emergency supplies here. Yeah, the games are kind of fun and all...but not all of us get our kicks out of shooting things or doing flips and stuff. Plus, I'm betting they're gonna be a sometimes thing at most, and a one-time thing most likely.

...man, I never thought I'd miss bad tv. Good tv, I'm sure we all miss, but I'm even starting to miss those telenovelas my dad used to watch when he thought nobody was looking.

[...yes, that was a hint of strong Italian accent that just popped out there for a moment. Followed by a flash of nostalgia passing over her eyes before she remembered that, oh yeah, she had some kind of point to make, didn't she?]

My point is this: we need more fun things to do around here, and M'gann and I had an idea: a party. Not like those fancy shindigs down at the bars and stuff. For one--there's a lot of us here not old enough to drink. For another, I'm talking lights out, glow-in-the dark jewelry, and rocking out to music so loud you can feel it. I mean, really, all we need is a place, a time, and some semi-decent music to set this sort of thing up.

And before V gets its metallic panties in an even bigger twist than they are now...yes, that's all I'm suggesting. Just a rave party. Nothing more.

Who's in?