MarinaNova Asylum

[Have you ever heard Jaden this... tense?] Greetings. This is - Day 443.

I apologize for the state of the dome at present. I - [a distant hum makes Jaden's voice flickers in tone - from audible word to something that feels like rain, a tingly sort of jolt through the nervous system before a crackle of static returns his speech to something you'd actually understand] to stay where you are and...

Oh Christ, that's not good.

-I got this, Jaden. You get out. [ While you can being the implied end of that sentence. Mary sounds rough, like she's holding out with the last bit of energy she's got. ]

You're in luck, residents. We made it. We've successfully managed to obtain your physical forms and- [ A burst of static. ] -and established a secure connection. The program is... the program is running. Unstoppable. After today, you're free to go where you choose... to chase your own destiny.

[ She releases a slow breath. ]

You have until nightfall to say your goodbyes. Good luck- [ If Mary was about to stay anything else, you'll never know. The transmission cuts out, the sound of distant explosions the last you get from her end before everything goes silent.

This is it. This is your final moment in prison. ]

[ Mary's usually calm and collected voice is noticeably strained today, like a mom trying to get her kids to put on life jackets before the whole goddamn cruise ship sinks into the ocean. There's little room for arguing. ]

Residents. This is your final warning - if you haven't evacuated yourselves from sectors one and five there's nothing we can do to ensure your safety. The sectors will be voided within the next hour. This is not a drill.

Please.

[ And with that the transmission cuts off. ]

Hello, inmates. I have to extend a somewhat somber morning greeting for Day 440. I believe we've established ourselves to be as transparent as possible with you, and so I must let you all know that Sector 6 is no longer accessible. It and its contained inmates are no longer with us, due to an attack on us from the outside. You may be aware that you are precious data that we are trying to shield from the hands that once stole you, and to continue optimal running of this simulation we will be shutting down Sectors 1 and 5 tomorrow as a precaution. Please vacate these sectors in entirety by tomorrow morning, anything and everyone left behind will be voided. That action cannot be undone.

I apologize... for this unplanned upheaval. We lost... quite a few inmates today and are doing everything we can to ensure your safety.

[No jaunty tune.]

Good morning, residents. I hope you've recovered from the last few days — if you require a more thorough scrub, the spa in Sector 3 might be just what you're looking for. Bull's Eye also carries excellent cleaning supplies, if you want to extend this cleanliness spree to the rest of your domicile.

That's all for today. Stay safe. Your well-being is very important to us.

[ And as always, a jaunty tune. ]

Good morning, residents.

We are ha- [ Static interrupts the broadcast] -technical difficulties. There's- [ Static.] -cause for concern. Stay alert and be aw-[ There's music, distant, scratchy, like it's being played on an old vinyl. ] -surroundings and we'll have this sorted out in no time.

Your well-being is very- [ The feed cuts out. There's no jaunty tune. ]

((OOC: EVENT INFO))

Good morning, residents.

I hope you enjoyed the experience yesterday, though I'm sure you have a whole slew of complaints. My door is always open. [ Mary is getting mildly sick of playing Customer Support, which is saying a lot. This was easier with an AI. This would be easier if you were all just a box of USB sticks. ]

If you're feeling sore, I suggest taking a trip to the spa for a hot stone massage and a soak. We'll be serving fruity beverages all day, complimentary of your hardworking caretakers.

Have a nice day.

(( And as always, since the dawn of time, we end this message with a jaunty tune. The spirit of Dean Winchester lives on, like a testament to the fact that they do listen to inmates. ))

Good morning residents.

I hope you enjoyed the photo exhibit yesterday. If it was to your liking, we may be persuaded to do it again sometime, resources permitting.

For today, I've arranged an exhibit in the museum for you. I've come to understand that some of you are longing for more familiar technology- [ By pretending to understand hers. ] -and so for this day only, you'll be able to find a variety of machines, gadgets and inventions from Earth time past.

Enjoy.

[ We end this message with a jaunty tune. ]

((The Museum is full of old technology and by old I mean nothing that was made after 1980. Have fun. ))

Good morning residents.

I've programmed sunny skies and warm breezes for you today — a perfect excuse to indulge in some self care at the spa in Sector 3. We have skin treatments, massages with fragrant oils and for today only, a hot yoga session if you're feeling stiff and in need of some physical relaxation.

If you need another reason to primp today, a little bird told me there's a... birthaversary party taking place today. Why not stop by and socialise? Maybe bring a gift to that special someone?

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, a jaunty tune! ]

Good morning residents.

I'm afraid we're having some technical difficulties today — nothing to worry about, we'll get it patched up as quickly as we can, but in the meantime some of you might feel a bit... chilly. Today is perhaps a good day for staying in bed.

We apologise for the inconvenience. Truly.

[ To make up for it, have a Jaunty Tune. ]

(( OOC: EVENT INFO!))

THERAPY GROUPS
More linked as they come up!

Turning a New Leaf
Polyamorous Individuals
PTSD and You
Murderers Anonymous
Addicts Anonymous
Counting Days - Managing Life with a Chronic Illness
Phobias and You
Impostor Syndrome
Abandonment Issues

Event info!

Good morning residents.

While tightening up the program, we noticed a long time scheduled event that you may actually benefit from, so rather than remove it we're allowing it to play out as planned. Well, mostly as planned.

Today is group therapy day! I'm sure you all have plenty of things you need to get off your chest, so we've arranged a few meeting places where you can do just that! Just follow the signs to whatever group you feel speaks to you the most, and if you still need a little bit of a push there will be treats waiting for you there.

Oh, and unlike before, none of this is mandatory. You won't get in trouble for skipping out, I promise you. However, Jaden and myself will attend a few of these meetings so if you have no interest in improving your emotional and mental health then perhaps we could just have a chat, face to face.

I look forward to meeting you, sweeties.

[ She ends the broadcast with a jaunty tune, as is customary. ]

[ Those who've been here longer may expect a snarky, uninterested AI right now but the voice coming through is probably only familiar to a few of you. It's accompanied by a video of a woman only those same few may recognise - the curtain has been drawn back. Say hello to the Wizard. ]

Good morning... prisoners.

My name is Mary. Some of you already know me. Some of you I've already talked to quite a bit, though you probably didn't know it was me at the time. We have a lot to discuss. I value your patience.

Yesterday, an event happened that has been a long time in preparation. Years, longer than any of you have been here but for all those preparations, it was only partially a success. You know me as your captor, perhaps as one responsible for programming the Wardens that keep you here and while that is true, that isn't the whole truth. You see, I've been trying to liberate you. I've worked undercover with the Dome Project for a long time in order to accomplish this and yesterday the moment of action came.

Unfortunately, I failed. I was able to steal the simulation that makes up your world, this world but I was not able to bring your physical forms with me. Don't worry - they're quite safe where they are but while you are no longer in prison, you are still imprisoned. At the moment, there's little I can do to change that without drawing the attention of the very people who wants to keep you in this dome for the rest of your lives. I don't ask for forgiveness, but perhaps patience. I do care about you deeply, dearhearts.

I'm sure this is confusing. I will do my best to answer any questions you may have, but one thing I can say right now - this is not a prison. There will be no rules, no requirements. If you need something, tell me or my colleague and it will be provided to you in due time. You are perhaps not free, but you are free to govern yourself as you see fit. I wouldn't dream of knowing how to do it better.

Thank you for your time.

(( OOC: Happy Halloween - sort of! EVENT INFO ))

Happy Day 365, Marina Nova!

Hear ye, hear ye! Inmates, prisoners, fellow underwater dwellers! Lend me your ears and hands and actually just bring all of you because we're having a ye olde Renaissance Faire to celebrate a full year in this bubble under the sea!

The dome has of course been decked out appropriately. Flickering torches light the pathways, interspersed with larger bonfires that you can cosy up to with that special someone - or perhaps just a glass of honey mead. Pennant banners hang across the gates and along the buildings, sporting the proud coat of arms of the prison (a lot of purple and octopi, for some reason) and many of the clothing stores offer time-appropriate options for those of you who still knows how to have fun. The kiosk has even been re-imagined into a castle.

Many areas within the dome has activities to partake in and, if you're skilled or lucky or both, prizes to win!

( Let the celebrations begin! Fanfare! )

Enjoy!

[DAYTIME: Walking in a floral wonderland. Not to be confused with an actual wonderland. Completely different event. You could be anywhere and everywhere today and not escape the petals.

DANCE: The sector 2 garden is a little extra pleasant and inviting this evening. Gentle breeze, beautiful flowers, delicious hor d'oeuvres, sparkling punch, and music. And dry. Did we mention it's dry? Not a single flood as far as the eye can see. So, find someone and get out there and dance.]

(OOC: Event INFO. Feel free to have your mingle set up cover both aspects of the day.)

[ Did you really think you'd be allowed to explore freely to your hearts content? This was never meant to happen and it certainly wasn't meant to last — before long the security system kicks into gear, unleashing a veritable swarm of spider robots designed to encourage and hoard reluctant prisoners. You're welcome to try and escape or even destroy a few, but they'll keep coming in overwhelming numbers, armed with tiny tasers that zap and prod until every single one of you has been sniffed out and brought to the exercise yard.

The Engineers are waiting for you there. You were brave enough to exploit a security breach. Perhaps your rewards will be a one-on-one with the very people responsible for keeping you here? Or perhaps this is just a way to buy time. Either way, you'll be stuck out here until they decide to end it. ]

(OOC: This mingle is for those who went through the doors only. Feel free to mingle amongst yourself or approach the Engineers if you're brave enough! They will have threads for this purpose here: SMITH and MARY

EVENT INFORMATION | REAL MARINANOVA INFORMATION.)

Scenario 1 [Can we build it?]

[Why the hell not? Gwen was a capable woman. There was no lack of drive or will in her. Nobody could perhaps call her well read but maybe that wasn't important, maybe that didn't really matter when you had started to get used to being stuck somewhere for a very, very long time.

Who said she couldn't build a damn aircraft in one day?

But as she is standing in front of the material itself, there is something in her that starts to think that drive and determination maybe isn't all it takes. Scratching her head Gwen makes a grimace.]

Maybe... Start with the wings? And what bits are that then?

Scenario 2 [Have a drink.]

[The crystal clear liquid swirls in its thick glass casing. The smell it gives of is very distinctive for anyone who has ever drunk it. Of course there is the underlaying aceton smell of alcohol, an absolute of any liquid that could make you stupid for a night or two or fifteen. But over it is something different, worse than the nailpolish-remover-stench of the alcohol. This smells like it could remove the paint from a car, with just the slightest touch of lemon.
Tequila demands to be remembered.

Gwen stares at the drink. Since it was poured in her glass it has not moved closer to her lips. A little plate of lemonwedges, and a pile of salt, stands in front of her, along with the three other shots that she asked for. There is no doubt she wants this. No doubt in all of her. The mist of grief in her head needs to be replaced, if just for one night, by something else. Something that isn’t the faces or voices of people not here.

The liquid remains untouched, and Gwen sighs, putting her forehead to the bars wooden surface in defeat.]

( Nathan is out walking. Again. (Cut for mentions of murder and suicide and stuff.) )


[ooc: Run into a serial killer in the making?]

[Smith scanned the floating island before heading through the mysterious door to it. No inmates playing in her garden. Good. She didn't much feel like dealing with their inane insights or prattling right now. She has more important things to do like scrunching and unscrunching her face in front of her hand mirror and studying the way her eyebrows arch and her skin folds and smooths.

All and all, it is a pleasing and appropriate visage for her. That's why she chose it when they decided to interact with the locals. Granted, all bipeds are a bit...icky. But that was the template for the average MarinaNova inmate and she was going for something that would blend. She didn't exactly want to end up as a copy of someone else though.]

Profile status?

Processing and still inconclusive. Just like the last four times you asked.

Save the attitude for Mary unless you want to be recommissioned as a blender.

Maybe you shouldn't have incorporated a personality so similar to your own in my system if it bothers you.

Silent mode. [Scrunch. Scrunch.]

[ Although she wasn't out and about during the last installment of mistletoe themed robotics, she knows what they are. Actually, she may understand how they function better than anyone in the dome, save for Smith — after all, she's programmed a few. You would think this inside information would make her choose some other day to walk among the inmates, but Mary is a creature who values experiences and what point is there to have made yourself a human meatsack if you never get to use it?

So she's out there. Everywhere. At the coffee shop or strolling the street, suggestively picking at a corn dog in sector 0 or basking in the sunlight on the steps of the library. Anywhere you want to encounter her, she'll be there. Traveling is so much easier when you run the place. ]


((OOC: Smooch an engineer! Everyone is welcome — underaged characters will get motherly headkisses. Form an orderly line, please. ))