MarinaNova Asylum

You know, there's no real point in my pursuing the whole movie thing now that the guy who put me up to it is gone, but I'm gonna follow through. Besides, it's a good time killer.

We have no intention of making this thing any good, but anyone who wants to be in it come to the TV studio.

Peggy? Raven? Artemis? You guys come too. Just for fun.

[Private to his Double.]

So I'm thinking about recruiting that unicorn...

[A pony! Lovely white and blue. But he's mad.] I've never hurt my wife. Ever. And I am not a criminal. I wouldn't be Prince of the Crystal Empire if I was. I don't belong here.

Everything I have done was to protect Equestria and the Crystal Empire. I want to speak with who's in charge here.

[The video starts accidentally. Asami was fidgeting with this new gadget, trying to get it apart and now this.] Oh wow. It's on.

I'm Asami Sato, from Republic City.

I would rather not be here [a little smile that says she knows everyone must feel that way] but I have to admit this is place impressive. The architecture, the thing that brought us here... and these radios with pictures. I can't believe they just hand these out.

I'd love to know how they work. [Obviously, since she's still trying to take the thing apart.] And why they give us these things and let us roam around but put us in these outfits... [She's not a fan of the orange jumpsuit. It's less flattering than it could be]

[Her voice trails off for a few seconds and her face shows deep concentration.]Well, I guess that's it. Hi.

Now if I can just find the off switch... [And there she goes again]

[ okay, enough is enough ] I don't care what is the cause of this, but I'm done with these shenanigans. I cannot be the only human left in this place!

[ he appears to try to shove off a particularly clinging mirage... which happens to be a bush out in the park. ]

And whoever gave these penguins sunglasses needs a new sense of humor!

[ y e p, someone's reached the end of his tether. Zombies, he can handle. Strange Akuma are a nuisance but to be expected. But a dome full of singing and dancing penguins ala Happy DAnce is another thing entirely!

Can't he just go home and rest in peace? :( ]

Good morning, Marina. It's been a while since I have so I wanted to introduce myself. My name is Lyle and I'm the history and economics teacher with the school. I hope everyone is getting settled after the recent arrival.

[In the background, there is a blue haro bouncing in the background] Haro? Haro?

[Lyle turns to the haro] Thomas-

[And then the feed cuts out]

[Enma had just completed a small grocery run at the convenience store to replenish his stash of granola bars that he had gone through hiding from the kissing bots, when he found himself rather sidetracked.

He had seen the pet cafe before, but hadn't really gone near it. Even if now was probably a bad time to do so with the rain, Enma found himself setting his bag on the ground and tentatively peering in through the windows. He was already soaked from the walk over so he didn't really see much of a problem just staying in the rain now. It wasn't like he could get much more wet.

Especially when he could see kittens. Really, really, cute kittens.]

[video]
[The feed flickers on to show...sand? Yeah, somebody decided to hurl her weird little headpiece thing in a fit of pique.]

No. NO!

[She continues, voice alternating between rage and despair. Eventually, the feed times out.]


[action]

[If you happen to be on the beach this morning, you may come across a teenager in a bright orange jump suit stubbornly hitting her ankle with a large rock.]

[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.)

[Hey look robots. Terry will be keeping an eye on them as he goes about his morning jog and into his morning parkour practice.He'll be damned if a lack of a Batsuit is going to make him stay on the ground all day.]

[He's looking around for anything that looks like a decent challenge to climb, making sure he actually can climb it, and looking for people because he knows how ridiculous this looks. That's a lot of stuff to keep track of, and he's bound to miss a good amount of it.]

[Or find him wandering around a little later in the day, behaving a bit more normally and trying to see what he can find out about making weapons around here.]

((ooc: Botless tags are fine too if you just wanna make fun of Terry for being a spaz or whatever! Just say so in the subject.))

VIDEO

Okay...is anybody else a little unnerved by the fact that they haven't specified which holiday we're supposed to be celebrating today? Or how?

And didn't we just have a Festival?


ACTION - Zatanna

[In hopes of finding out more about what was going on--and partially because she was just bored--Zatanna headed out of her apartment the moment she'd finished breakfast. Making sure to leave a few extra portions of pancakes for the others. And a special stack for Wally with a even special-er note stating that was all he got, and she'll tell if he eats the rest of it too.]

[Things seemed fairly normal, in her opinion. There looked to be a few more "couples" floating around than she'd remembered...but, hey, never doubt the powers of the Tunnel of Love. Or the Ferris Wheel. It certainly worked for her.]

[Still, she gradually made her way through the sectors in hopes of finding something that didn't require her to go to the kiosk for answers. Though, it was the one who wasn't V, so her hopes were slightly higher than normal that today wouldn't actually be as bad as she was dreading....]

[Until she had her first encounter with the bots, of course.]


ACTION - Robin Jr.



[Robin Jr. was the happiest little puppy you'd ever meet under the sea.]

[His mommy not only loved and spoiled him daily, but had the most comfortable lap. Warm and inviting and she always smelled like food whenever he curled up in it. Her kisses were the best, too. Daddy was...okay. Spent way too much time with mommy, which took mommy's attention away from him. What a mommy hog. Uncle Wally was secretly his favorite. He had the perfect stomach for sleeping on, and always snuck him table scraps. Always. And Auntie Artemis knew just which spot behind his ear was the best for scratching. She would purposely ignore Uncle Wally just to pet him, too. Daddy should take notes sometime.]

[But, of course, even the perfect puppy life was not enough for the pet of one Zatanna Zatara. He loved his whole family, but that didn't mean he still didn't want to play with all the happy people that he saw outside the window. All kinds of people! He bet some of them smelled like food and knew all the best places to scratch, too.]

[So, when mommy and daddy and Uncle Wally and Auntie Artemis weren't around...Robin Jr. would sometimes sneak out of the apartment. He'd found out how days ago. It was easy enough, and he was slowly working his way around. One of the people called it Sector 4. He called it awesome.]




((ooc: Three options for replying here. Video will get you Zatanna still at her apartment. Action - Zatanna can be pretty much anywhere in the dome, while Action - Robin Jr. (Because who wouldn't love puppy kisses?) will remain mostly in Sector 4. Happy Kissmas, everybody!))

[MOMO was at DF headquarters on dispatch when she wasn't at the Academy for classes during the day. Later in the evening, she could be found walking her dog, Ume, around the park, playing with her and tossing a ball for the dog to chase.]

[No doubt it's been a long day for some, newbies or standard inmates. Maybe you're lost, worried, feeling kind of alone and like ya need a stiff drink. Maybe you lost someone a few days ago, maybe you were hoping to find someone or head home yourself, but it didn't happen. Or maybe you're just hungry.

In any case, Merlotte's is open for business and the owner, Sam, is almost always there. There's even a pool table! Come on in and relax, forget about your worries and troubles for a while.]

((ooc: this can work like a mingle if you want to thread-jack and use it for an open meeting spot or what have you. This was kind of a random sudden thing, so have at it! If you want Sam just let me know in your header (or on plurk) , or feel free to mark closed threads for you and yours.))

So he's heard the official story. But the inmates have to have their own unofficial rules, customs, and guidelines. Those are what he really wants to know about right now.

He could use the communicator, but he doesn't exactly want his first conversations and information gathering to be on something so insecure. Instead, he lingers around a food stand in Sector 0, trying to size people up. He'll smile at just about anyone who passes by, if they seem friendly. Right now he could really use some new friends.

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!

Almost the end of the day, and still no more therapy groups? Was that just a one time thing? C'mon, that's no fun. Here, I've got an idea for one, I'll organize it myself and everything. It's called People Who Are Pissed About Being Kidnapped And Imprisoned Underwater By Judgmental Omniscient Computers.

Seriously, can we move on and fight the final boss and leave now or something?

( locked to stefan salvatore )

[ action ; open to all ]

[ Aside from contacting Stefan there's no rush yet to seek out any of the others.

Why chase them when they have nowhere to run?

Considering he has a good number of the exact same pieces from the brand new exhibit sitting in a storage locker somewhere in Virginia (so many things, nowhere to put them) Klaus decides to skip the museum. Another time, instead he can be found exploring the rest of Sector 5.

Early on in the day he'll be strolling through the memorial gardens and the graveyard. He moves more freely without the ankle bracelet, a demeanor less forced than the one he projected the previous day. No open wound or orange jumpsuit. Every so often he pauses before a gravestone, a plaque, or right in front of the prayer facility. It's almost like he's approachable.

Sometime later (but maybe still too early for most people to be drinking) he makes his way to the blood shack where he sits at the bar with his bourban - something he could have done anywhere else, but Rebekah had piqued his curiosity. He hadn't missed the transmission on the network: American Vampire Leagues and proper assimilation. Mystic Grill might as well be called the same thing as this place for all the undead crawling around in it on any given night, but for everything that goes on in that town and its climbing murder rates the majority of the population still remains blissfully ignorant. After a thousand years of keeping his secrets Klaus wouldn't have it any other way. ]

( ooc: Feel free to start a thread either at the gardens or the bar! And take a glance at his permissions. Thanks! )

Sheesh…well if it’s not one thing it’s another. Is this punishment for wanting a little substance in my life? Well I guess that means a little bit of action goes a long way…

[Is Rubette surprised to be here? Not at all, she’s done the prison thing…heck she’s even done the underwater dome thing, but that doesn’t mean she’s exactly comfortable or happy with the situation either.

In fact, she looks rather annoyed.]

You know whose fault this is? It’s that swordsman extraordinaire moron’s fault that I’m here, I'm positive of it…if he can sacrifice me to the emperor [insert suspicious shudder here] then he's capable of anything. So it's guilty by association, but you know, he’s the real criminal. The blacksheep of the human world, he deserves to be thrown in a hole and buried from the neck down with seagulls pecking at his head! HOW IS THIS JUSTICE!

[A brief pause to take stock of her own less than reputable qualities.]

Okay…well those bandits deserved it…and Djinn said taking Solomon’s Ring was just fine…I’ve never punched, kicked, or fired at anyone who didn’t deserve it…except for maybe that one time…but he was annoying me…and that other time…Who's counting anyway? I’m basically a good person…pretty much…and next to some people I’m downright saintly!

It's not like this is an interrogation or something…

[She’s pretty sure this is not winning her favors since there's no response.]

HEY! Don’t I at least get to flex MY rights? A trial…or a contact…a lifeline…anything…or are the rights of others ignored completely in this place? [The one thing she won’t stand for is having her freedom tampered with.]…Well, no one has the right to tell anyone else how to live their lives so don’t expect me to take this quietly…I’m not some docile puppet!

[ so. take #39487. not that anybody'd know. not that it matters. all that comes to the screen is a slightly tired-looking boy in the jumpsuit of a newbie, making faces at his feet as the lens flickers back on—and is it slightly more battered in its recording than most would be? well, maybe. maybe you're just imagining things. ]

Shit, this feels weird... like some kinda public service announcement or something...

[ but he laughs, low and easy—touches the back of his neck in old habit as his wry mouth curves. ]

I guess the first thing I wanna ask is—how many people're in here anyway?

‭[A small red haired boy comes on the feed...‭ ‬just...‭ ‬blinking and staring in complete and utter shock at what the little device had just said to him.‭ ‬He was...‭ ‬in prison? ‬But when?! How?! ‬Was this Vendice prison? ‬Had he lost against Tsuna and didn't know it‭? ‬He didn't understand what was going on...‭ ‬but if he was here then there had to be someone he knew. He still had friends nearby last he knew. They would all be in this together right?

He looked off to the side and fidgeted a little,‭ ‬while he mustered up the courage to speak.‭ ‬It was tough when he didn't know who would hear it.‭ ‬He opened him mouth to speak but-

...‭ ‬Whoever heard would probably ‬tease him for being soft spoken,‭ ‬or get mad because they couldn't hear him. What if his friends weren't here?

He promptly clicked his mouth shut without saying anything and chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment.‭]

‬....sorry.‭

[And he turns it off.‭ ‬If his friends were here, they'd find him. They always did...‭]