MarinaNova Asylum

[Pucker up, inmates! It's that day again—your favorite prison holiday! And, of course, the wardens provided lip balm stations for your convenience.

(OOC: Mistletoe Bot INFO)

The time has come! All of the stars have aligned at it is...

Superhero Party in Quatro Park! Some decorations have been put up, mostly appearing to be comic book action words like 'BLAM!' and 'POW!'. There is a table for food with picnic-ish style fare. A few placards for the food are mildly punny for another who has read comic books. Another table is set up for make your own masks for those that weren't prepared. There are a few games out, but periodically Carl will host the foam sword "battles" set to music that is not fitting for a sword fight just for amusement value.

Anyone can come to the party even if they just want to be themselves and not pretend to be a superhero.

[Yuuri gets his disc set up to play and goes to shut his door for a little privacy. You never know what's on these things. Of course, his pet dragon triggering the video to play on the network might make it a little moot. Everyone can see clips of his future with a boy with long blond hair and glasses. Who needs context, right? Oh, and that girl at the beginning? That's Yuuri in a wig and dress.]

Ehh? Momo, what are you doing over there? [Yuuri walks back over just in time to be too late to stop it.] Did something just play?

(OOC: Feel free to open action in the apartment if you have a reason to be there or out and about later.)

[When you accidentally attack your clothes it's probably a good idea to get some new ones. So, Yuuri is in clothing row looking for some new things. It's kind of intimidating for a guy who basically just always wore his school uniform everywhere even as a king.

And while there's plenty of nice stuff available there are also lots of questionable items.Not to mention a few too many nautical choices.

Or you might find him afterward, trying to carry everything he does get back home.]

[She isn't taking it well. The more she wanders, the more frustrated she becomes. Now she's roaming Sector 2, no particular destination in mind. There are a lot of neat things to look at, but none of it interests her at the moment. She's far too caught up in her own indignation at being here. When she thinks nobody's watching, she throws her communicator without thought as to where it might land or whom it might hit.]

Stupid thing.

[Closed to Nico and Yuuri]

[Its probably a good thing Kanji is not in his own body because the nosebleed he would have gotten when he woke up and looked in the mirror to see Naoto Shirogane looking sleepy and adorable in the t-shirt and boxers he went to bed in last night would probably have killed him. Luckily he gets to skip the nosebleed explosion and go right into the type of panic mode reserved specifically for a sexually confused teenage boy suddenly in the body of his equally gender confusing crush. There's a lot of flailing and screaming and then more yelling then he realizes his giant clothes sure as hell do not stay up on her tiny body and this is bad it is so so bad.

Okay, first things first. Clothes. He's not going to be able to make it out to the store without his boxers falling off but he can clutch at them and scamper down the hall to bang on his neighbors door because Nico's like about this size, right? He can borrow clothes. Or pants anyway because he has no idea what to do about his chest beyond trying so hard not to think about it because these are just... They're just so... Shit Rise was not lying about her measurements okay how does she even hide these things when she's in her boys school uniform it doesn't make any sense. Don't think about it, don't think about the boobs just knock on the door and try not to panic.]

Nico? Yuuri?

[Wow he even talks like her he didn't yell or say yo or just barge in what is happening oh God don't look down at her giant awesome boobs focus Kanji focus.]

[Open]

[Later, clothes situation resolved one way or another he will be out and about in the dome experiencing what it's like to be tiny. And still trying to ignore the girl parts he hasn't figured out how to hide the way she usually does when she's dressing as a boy.]

[The video turns on while Yuuri is still mid-freak out. This is only fitting because he may well be freaking out for the remainder of this body swap.

Which means the face you're seeing and voice you're hearing is not Yuuri's. It normally belongs to Aigis. He's just the very unhappy renter.]

I'm a girl! I'm a girl robot! I'm a girl robot without feet! Who took my body!?

[BOOM! BOOM! His dresser bites the dust, and his eyes are as expressively horrified as his robot-form can manage.]

I HAVE GUN HANDS! WHY DO I HAVE GUN HANDS?!


(OOC: Action also open. For probably inadvisable reasons he eventually leaves the apartment in the "hand" gun-toting body!)

Twas the day after Newbie Day, when down by the beach in the dome--

Stockings and other decorations were hung alongside jack-o-lanterns, baskets full of colored eggs, boxes of heart-shaped candies, and other things. The only creature that seemed to be stirring in this early morning hour was Quinn Fabray, who took it upon herself to see to a good bulk of the set up. Tables and chairs were set up alongside a makeshift stage and dance floor, with bright orange extension chords stretched out across the sand to give life to the lights, music, and karaoke machine. Games, should anyone want to play them, were set up to the immediate right of the food tables.

Don't be late! The Holiday Mash-Up starts promptly at 5PM. Bring your dates, wear your gowns and costumes, and celebrate all those holidays from home.

[He hit the private button. He totally did. It wasn't like it was the map button and he didn't notice. Not that it matters since his message is entirely innocent anyway.]

Hey, Nico, want to do things with me in the snow?

[Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow~

Because you can't really stop it anyway, so grab yourself a steamy mug of whatever and build a snowman or snowwoman or snowporcupine or whatever you're into.]

(OOC: CHILL OUT EVENT INFO

[You have a lot of baggage for your stay. Not the kind you stuff free robes and toiletries into. No, the kind of baggage that helps drive the sort of scenarios you experience. Your fears and your hang ups. Or maybe not everything is about you after all and you have a perfectly random, horrific time. Either way, the adventure starts now. Ring the bell for service.]

OOC: Haunted Hotel Info/Plotting

[ Something is weird. Perhaps you've had a snack that had some unfortunate side effects, maybe it's something in the water or you just got out of bed wrong this morning. It takes so incredibly little to end up with a strange day on your hands, although this is perhaps a little stranger of a day than usual.

Duck your heads, watch where you put your paws and be careful about yiffing the poodle next door. ]

(( ooc: EVENT INFO! All animal side effects will be reversed by daypost tomorrow! ))

[the video feed cuts on to show a determined looking redhead standing on the beach. she doesn't hesitate once audio connects and it's clear, if only by the way she holds herself, that neither unfamiliar technology or being randomly abducted to some ridiculous "prison" intimidate her very much. when she speaks, she somehow manages to sound authoritative, friendly, and irritable all in one. what can she say? she has skills.]

So hi there. My name's Charlie Bradbury and, to totes state the obvious, I'm new. Any chance someone who hasn't drank the Kool-Aid want to help a girl out and offer up the 411 on what's being done to blow this crapshoot? That'd be super.

[the next bit is private to sam and dean winchester and protected via charlie's own (albeit quickly tossed together) encryption protocol; charlie's neutral expression immediately becomes a grin and she waves almost perkily at the feed.]

Miss me, bitches?

[ooc: if anyone wants to meet charlie face-to-face instead, she'll be near the beach area unless they icly discuss meeting elsewhere.]

[The Not Quite Normal Group Therapy Session was set up in one of the workshop rooms in the Education Center. The individual tables were pushed together into one with the chairs around it to promote a sense of belonging for the outcasts participants.

Activities were fairly free-form with a loose structure of a schedule. Introductions, bonding activities, and snacks. There were also name tags for all to wear, already printed with their names. Paper and pencils are provided.]

Introductions

My Name Is...
Go around the group and ask each young person to state his/her name and attach an adjective that not only describes a dominant characteristic, but also starts with the same letter of his name e.g. generous Grahame, dynamic Dave. Write them down, attach to their name tag, and refer to them by this for the rest of the session.

Catch Me if You Can
Everyone creates two parallel lines facing one another, opposite someone they don't know very well. Partners introduce themselves to one another, having about a minute to talk back and forth about things like hobbies, likes/dislikes, unique features. Both lines then turn back to back. They have one minute to change something small about themselves, like how their hair lies, what hand their watch is on, remove or add glasses, etc. The change should be discreet, but visible. Once time is up, the lines turn back to face one another again. Each person has two minutes and three guesses to identify the change in the other person.

Fact or Fiction
Everyone writes on a piece of paper THREE things about themselves which may not be known to the others in the group. Two are true and one is not. Taking turns they read out the three 'facts' about themselves and the rest of the group votes which are true and false.

Intermission
Snacks will be served! Take a break and talk casually to others.

Bonding Activities

What Makes You Unique
Everyone shares something unique about themselves. Show and tell if possible. Discussion welcome.

What Makes You the Same
Break apart into smaller groups of two or three. Each person must find 10 things they have in common with the person/people they're talking to.

Unique Isn't Bad
Each person talks about a time when the unique thing about them helped themselves or others. Alternately, each person discusses how they could re-purpose their uniqueness if it's something they see as bad in themselves.

Worries in a Hat
Participants anonymously write down a worry or fear related to their unique attributes and drop them in the large hat. Specificity with anonymity is encouraged. For example, "I'm worried that having magical powers and special duties because of these powers will interfere with having a family." Each person then picks a random card from the shuffled hat, reads the worry out loud, and attempts to explain what the person who wrote the worry means, trying to describe their own understanding/reflection of the person's emotions associated with the worry. The next person then picks. If someone picks their own worry, they place it back in the hat, reshuffle, and pick again. If someone figures out who wrote the worry, they must respect anonymity and not say who it was. After all the worries in the hat are read, the group can then discuss common fears and themes among what was in the hat.

Free for All
Feel free to make your own activity until the end of the session!

Dismissed!
Have fun with your new friends! Post session chatting is encouraged.

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{OOC: Group Therapy Event Info}

[Yen begins this message by dramatically closing a book. It is very practiced and carefully centered, the book taking up most of the frame, so it is pretty obvious she is doing it for effect.]

[She leans down into view, resting her head on her hands. She grins extra-wide, and she speaks in a force-hushed tone, as though she's giddy but sleepy and she can't tolerate her own rowdy noise. Never mind that it's noon.]

Helloooooo.

It has been brought to my attention that I have been... hm. [Directionless and forcefully pulled out of it with news of dead friends.] Unmotivated.

My fault completely; it's been a culture shock. What's a certified, seasoned adventurer to do, when there's nowhere to explore, no monsters to slay, no bandit-filled roads through which I must escort merchants?

I'll tell you what I've decided to do: everything.

[Yen twines her fingers together so she can rest her chin on that, but it is not as smooth a gesture as she's hoping, and she has to wriggle around to sit straight again.]

Need you a volunteer for an organization or event? I'm your woman. Shall I teach a seminar or class? I'm prepared. Looking for a helping hand around your shop, to run your errands, or to clean your home? It's me.

You need only call Yen Quryoja. [She twitches a thumb to try and indicate herself, but she's still leaning on her twined fingers, so it may not exactly look right.]

No task too grand or too menial! I've expertise in everything from transporting manure, to dealing with gods, to massaging strange old men with salamander oil.

And I am open for business.

[ The voice message was not long, and the voice of the young man who made it was soft but steady. ]

Hi. I've been here since yesterday, and I was wondering what places people like for exercising? I'll take any sort of suggestion, I'm just used to quite a bit of physical activity and wouldn't want to get... flabby.

[ There may or may not have been a hint of a smile with that last word. But no more than a hint. Then even that is gone with the quiet addition, ]

My name is Suzaku Kururugi, if you need to get in touch with me about it.

[For paying attention, they will note that he has pointed ears protruding from his head. They aren't large by his people's standards, but they are certainly obvious.]

I am ambivalent about being here. I suppose I would not usually make such an announcement to a crowd of strangers, but we are all in this together. And from what I understand about this place is that it barely qualifies as a prison. We are held here indefinitely and cannot see anyone we knew. It is something of a Godless afterlife, then.

[he rubs his neck. He looks tired and uncomfortable.]

I hadn't considered what I would do with so much free time, to be honest. Flitting day dreams here and there, but I was always snapped out of it ere long. Always something more important to do!

Goodness me, where are my manners? My name is Haurchefant de Fortemps. Pleased to meet you.

( Action. )

I think.... Mmmn…

[There are some random beeps and clicks as he continues to fiddle with the device curiously. He wasn’t completely horrible with technology but it definitely wasn’t his thing. But with his cell phone gone, he'd have to make due. Still, it was a bit unnerving since the device looked so expensive! He didn't have money to pay for it, if it broke!
Luckily the video finally clicks on reveling the devices new owner. A fairly young looking spiky haired boy is blinking at the screen, looking pretty baffled but overall unusually calm about the greeting and waking up in some prison.]

I think I got it. . . .maybe. . . [ He hopes, giving the device another light tap for good measure]

Ah! Hello? Anyone there?
I’m Gon!
I get why I’m here...sorta but, it’s still really weird!

But really impressed you managed to get when I was sleeping though. [An amused chuckle escapes his lips, smile ever present.] Heheh~ You must be pretty strong!! Whoever you are, Warden, I’d really like to have a match with you sometime!

[His smile grows and becomes a big eager grin. If his appearance wasn't enough, his voice brimming with confidence and excitement. This was different from his boring day-to-day routine. Ever since the lost of his Nen...--well no use in lingering on that! Prison or not, it was clear the young boy was ready to make the most of his stay. It could be fun! It was going to be fun!]

I’ll play along for now but Mito-san is going to be really mad at me if I stay too long.

( Action )

[ It's been a long and exciting day. So much food and drink and people and excitement and as the day comes to a close, so does the highlight of the evening. A secret thing, something they've been working on for a couple of days all hushhush.

Putting on a video feed, Chuck addresses the network. Kitty, Jack and Ton can be seen in the background and for once Ton isn't dressed in eyebleedy neon. There's some excitement in the air, some secretive smirks. Something is definitely happening and maybe most of the dome is already here, but if there are stragglers out there she's not going to miss telling them about what's going on. ]

If I can have your attention for a moment... you've all been invited here to the reopening of the Daffodil Dive and as thrilled as I am that you came here, there's something I have to confess. I've been lying to you, a little bit. This isn't the reopening of the Dive.

This is actually a wedding.

[ And with that, the ceremony begins. ]

((ooc: surprise! Feel free to react to this in video or action, if you're at the Dive. Video responses may come from either Ton or Chuck. ))

[Hak isn't exactly from a world with much technology. As such, he has no idea how to turn on or off the video function. He has no way to even know that it's recording him. As such, it triggers as he tries touch the words flashing in front of his face. He's grinning and exceedingly proud of his crimes.]

Wait. Wait. How do I make it go back? I want to see that list again. Murder. Disorderly conduct. Treason. Destruction of property. Excessive pride? Sexual harassment? ...frequenting a brothel?

[His mouth curls into a look of annoyance before muttering to himself.]

That wasn't my fault.

[But now he's sort of distracted with the flashing blue light on the metal cuff on his leg. He puts a hand over it. Then removes it. He puts his hand back over it again. He's never seen anything like it before.]

What is this thing?