MarinaNova Asylum

KARAOKE NIGHT AT THE SHACK
[ The drinks are flowing at the Blook Shack (BLOOD FREE, OKAY?), the bass is pumping with cheesy karaoke songs. Come on in, mingle, drink, and sing a song, any song. And ladiessss it's your perfect chance to ask your dates to the Sadie Hawkins dance! Start a thread and comment here with what song your character is singing for the competition to get a prize!]

[There's something in the dome. Well, technically a someone, but it may not seem like that to others given the look of the creature that is lurking in the darkened area of the dome, trying to avoid anyone. The white skin and odd appearance do make it a little hard.

Poor M'gann had not only woken up in a strange place, but she didn't have her abilities... any of them. She had spent the good part of an hour trying to at least bring her human form up so she could figure out what had happened, how she had ended up here, but she couldn't. And worse yet, her telepathy was down as well. That's how she normally communicated when she was in this form.

This was so miserable. She had limited information about where she was since she couldn't manipulate the communicator she had been given easily. She didn't even know if the team was anywhere nearby, someone she would know. This had to be a nightmare. There was no other explanation!]

[ooc: I'm evil yes. This is M'gann's true form, which she tries to keep hidden at all costs, but the restraints have prevented her from doing so. Don't worry; a proper intro will come next dayweek. For the moment she has her communicator and she can muddle through English though it might be awkward]

[She’s breathing hard, strands of her strawberry blonde hair damp and in her face as she the feed starts. Jenna Sommers has most certainly had better days. It's actually somewhat appropriate that it's raining, just to make things that much better.]

This is…-someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on. First there’s vampires, and then there’s possessions, and witches, and…

[She cuts herself off, one hand coming up to her head as if she’s in pain. Her eyes blink rapidly, the light around her to bright to handle. Maybe she has a migraine coming on.]

My…niece called me. Elena. She was terrified. I have to find her.

[But then someone had grabbed her as she’d left the house. She remembered the taste of blood in her mouth. She turns her gaze toward the device, resolved and terrified and angry.]

Why is this happening!? Why can’t you just leave us alone!?

[Wherever you go, there they are—sneaky and hidden and biding their time, waiting until they find you all two by two, and then closing in. Happy Mistletoe Day!]

(OOC: Read this for all the details.)

[Welcome to the life of Xander Harris where he's familiar with sex bots—not that he ever used! But kissing bots are of the new variety. On one hand these are amazing. On the other he could get stuck with someone like Angel or Spike. So they aren't amazing. They are bad. Very bad. He should be hiding in his room. Why is he not hiding in his room?]

ooc ► taking a page out of lena's book and putting up top comments for all three of mine in one convenient post to avoid spamming the comm. feel free to hit any of my ladies up. previous cr is not required, as new cr is always, always welcome! ♥

Quinn Fabray | Glee → Out shopping at stores in Sectors 1, 2, and 3.
Seven of Nine | Star Trek: Voyager → Following the bots around the dome.
Sookie Stackhouse | True Blood → Waitressing at Merlotte's in Sector 4.

[ you can find amy exploring - as usual. she knows at some point she needs to get a job (as long as it isn't being a kiss-o-gram), but she'll worry about that later. after all she isn't convinced she'll be here long enough to need one - she will get out, somehow.

amy isn't in the best of moods today. she's grumpy, very grumpy. she's also tired. not to mention she's scottish and a ginger, so she may have a wee bit of a temper. she also isn't sure what to make of this "holiday" business - it all seems a little fishy to her. spiritual needs, were they kidding!?you may or may not want to approach with caution. ]

[Sam will carry on like normal today, totally unaware of what fate may befall him on this day of smooch inducing robots.

He will be mostly around Sector 4 or inside Merlotte's. He will often go for a walk or head out to gather supplies or such things like that so anything is possible.]

((ooc: I'm totally open for a bot getting into the bar as well, I feel there's enough traffic to say it could slip in. So if your character is hanging out in there feel free to note it in any of your tags elsewhere even if it's not with me! Also if you did not plot with me, don't fret, tag me anyway!

State if you want non-smoochie CR or a MEGAbot in the title please ♥ ))

[ Evening, MarinaNova! Ferris Bueller is all up on your network, smiling brightly at you all. Happen to notice where he is? It's the arcade, this time. ]

You know, I'm a pretty strong believer in joy shared being amplified. If you enjoy doing something, you should share that enjoyment; it's infectious, people are happy when they see other people happy - that goes from your happiness, to inspire others' happiness, and then theirs comes right back to you. Therefore if you're having fun, other people will have fun with you, and in turn you'll all be having a better time. It's true for most people, at least, and I'll grant you that it can depend on the activity. But here is a perfect example.

[ And he gestures widely, to the facility's version of DDR, where he and his victim companion, one Xander Harris, are just about to tear it up. ]

I've gotten acquainted with this machine since I wound up here, and I can tell you, from a completely unbiased perspective, it's fun to play, it's fun to watch other people play, and it's definitely most fun when you've got a number of people to trade off those activities. The secret is, you just can't care if you look ridiculous - to that end, I'm completely ready and willing to look ridiculous alongside anyone. Starting with my friend here.

[ And he steps up onto the machine, trusting - perhaps hoping - that Xander will follow. He's getting up there somehow, but it'd be easiest if he just followed Ferris. ]

So you know, you can consider that an invitation.

[ And here Xander speaks up, ]

You're not going to record us doing this, are you?

[ Brows arched, Ferris glances to Xander, then looks back toward the camera and, with one last grin, he mercifully cuts off the feed. ]


[ ooc: open to action at the arcade!!! ]

[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.]

[ Angel is supremely unimpressed. He's woken up in the sparsest graveyard he's ever seen.

Which is ironic, isn't it?

Sector 5 is the name of the game. His clothes have been taken. His sword is gone. Someone dressed him. In orange. And the ankle monitor isn't coming off. Also, he has half, maybe even less then the strength he had before because of the 24 hour ankle monitoring so getting off is pretty much a joke. He figures the paper bag is for him.

At first, he does believe this is some clever attempt at tipping the scales. Wolfram and Hart has done their fair share. But, taking him out of the fight completely breaks every rule. It breaks prophecy.

After realizing there's nothing in the bag besides his communicator, he inspects it. He's never worn anything like it. He takes time to read the pillar. He looks back down at the thing in his hand. He still... doesn't know how to use it because he's Angel.

No welcome message for him, yet! He's going to wander around the graveyard and then around Sector 5 for a bit.

He'll spend some time at the non-denominational prayer center, the gardens... ]

( ooc: throughout the day, he'll explore. especially if close CR does find him. and he'll be told how to listen and use the communicator. but for now, he's wandering. specify what sector you'd like to see him in! sector 6 is pretty much the only sector that's off limits. for now... )

[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.

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 glowing of the lanterns and sparkling of the colored lights on the rides and games.

The speakers high above on the floating island begin to play soft ambient 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.

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. Flames light the fire pits and there are colors projected upon the water so it glimmers in different hues. The music takes on more variety and life, perfectly suitable to dancing.

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!

[VIDEO//OPEN]

[ Good afternoon, Marina. Have you filled your quota of shirtless, fit men lately? No? Good, cause you're getting another one.

Today, Spike is down at the beach. It's not entirely his own idea, which is evident by the rake he's leaning against but at least it's an excuse to soak up some sun. It's not like he's had much of a chance to do that before. He's currently stealing a small smoke break and seeing as he's bored out of his mind, it's a good time for a network-wide chat. ]

I know I'm at a risk of soundin' like a broken record here but our fearful overlords really don't know what a prison is, do they? 's more like a... one-way ticket resort. And now this party they're throwin'... [ He shakes his head before taking another drag off his cigarette. ]

Makes me wonder if there's anyone 'round here who still knows how to have fun.


[ACTION]

[ It's his last day serving off his first punishment and what better way to spend it than at the beach, fulfilling his second? Okay so maybe there were some bots involved and maybe he was ushered here rather... forcefully but at least he's making the best of it. If the best is slowly getting a sunburn (three hours in the sun after a century in the shade can really screw you over) and very purposefully raking the sand to spell out WANKER.

Anyone's welcome to come down and keep the guy company, poke his sunburn (baby's first!) or just snark in his general direction. ]

[ seven of nine is restless to the point of entertaining the idea of offering to repair this facility's mundane assortment of technology and appliances. hardly worth of someone of her skills, but on voyager, there was always something for her to do, some task that needed to be completed. she's a busybody, and idleness does not suit her. nor does participation in extracurricular activities without prompting from others, but in the absence of duty and necessity, she is beginning to understanding their usefulness beyond basic moral upkeep. ]

Penelope Garcia, Dean Winchester -- a word?

► PRIVATE | ENCRYPTED TO LIEUTENANT COMMANDER DATA

Commander, I have a theory about the dome that I wish to share with you and get your opinion on before I take my findings to the Captain. I feel a discussion in person would be more secure than one held over the network.

[ during the morning hours, seven can be found in various parts of sector two for all your action-y needs. ]

[All things considered, Zatanna looks fairly calm as the feed turns on. There's no murderous glint in her eyes, no sadness, or even the slightest hint of annoyance...other than the giant earmuffs she had placed over her ears to block out that awful music.]

[Because of this, her voice is slightly louder than usual as she addresses the Network.]

Now, based on past experience with the Gruesome Twosome, I'm guessing "encouraged" is Warden-speak for "practically mandatory"...which, for once, I'm actually kinda okay with. I even have a couple idea in mind. Might need an assistant or two, though.

Any volunteers? I promise it's nothing dangerous.

[ the feed starts off shaky, and there are the muffled sounds of someone trying to set it up. when it finally comes into focus there is a very annoyed looking ginger on the screen. ]

Oh are you in for it now. You are in so much trouble.

[ she's not sure the "you" is exactly, but it won't stop her from saying it. she's angry, and more importantly she's confused. maybe even a little scared. why is she in a prison of all places? the last thing she remembers is being at stonehenge.

her expression changes slightly, although only someone who knows her would notice. ]

Doctor? Are you here?

[ she tries to think, tries to remember. there had been romans. roman centurions . and rory. rory had been there. rory her fantastic, and wonderful boyfriend. he had been crying. why had he been crying? she had been crying too and then he had shot her.

he had shot her. was she ...dead? ]

Rory?

Well.

[ a long-suffering sigh, a tongue's click. ]

If you're really that interested in dealing judgment across worlds, I have some names to recommend.

[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.}