MarinaNova Asylum

[ It's the final day. Sector 0 is all that remains. Where will you go from here? What will you do, now that your sentence has finished? ]

[Video]

[The clinic can be seen behind him in various states of being packed up. Maybe the other doctors are even hard at work doing just that. He already helped move all his personal things worth saving to Sector 0 and he's trusting Chuck to guard them and set up a home away from home while he helps transport some hopefully unneeded medical supplies.]

If anyone feels like proving how big and strong they are feel free to stop by the clinic and move heavy things with me.

[Action]

[And later he can be found assembling a makeshift medical tent in the last safe sector. Hopefully they won't need it. Hopefully everything will be back to normal tomorrow. He isn't exactly counting on it though.]

[ Video ]
[He's cutting it close.

He knows how to pack a bag and go, that's not a problem. But a whole lot of people he knows and loves just so happen to live in Sector 3. It's making him anxious.

Worse, whatever animal-vibe-instinct dragons have going on sent his little pet bolting as soon as they stepped outside for a potty break.]

If anyone needs help moving to Sector 0, let me know.

Also, if you've seen my dragon, she's run away. I really need to find her.

[ Action ]

[Before the deadline, Nico can be found desperately searching all around Sector 3 for an elusive little dragon. That dragon is special, and he can't leave without her.]

[Video]

[Aigis doesn't make many calls. She usually keeps to herself, or tackles what this place throws at them alone. But what their jailers have announced today sounds serious and she looks appropriately concerned.]

Excuse me. I would like to evacuate the Pet Cafe today before the Sector is shut down. I know they may not be real animals. Perhaps they are just part of this program like everything else. But... but I would still like to help them. Is there anyone who can assist me?

[Action]

[And shortly after her call for help she can be found doing just that. A few people heee know she can talk to dogs. Those who don't might be in for a bit of confusion when they come across a robot girl holding a very serious conversation with all the Cafe dogs, who seem to be focused and paying close attention to her words.]

I believe our work will go faster if we have your assistance. If you are able, would you please carry what supplies you can to Sector 0? [There's some barking, which she listens to intently before nodding.] An excellent suggestion. If you cannot carry items please assist other animals in finding their way. Thank you.

[Rebecca's not sure how she takes this ominous losing of Sectors or how far she should really be worried, but her brain's back in action mode and prepared for the worst. It's one of the few times she feels a pang of what it was like to be back home, when each passing second might be your last. That reminder that she's alive, not a resetable piece of data. That loss of the safety net that she had begun to cling to here.

She opens a feed and claps, dressed in a tank top with her hair pinned up. The room behind her looks disassembled, like she's in the midst of packing for vacation. In a way, she is, in at least that she's got her bag full of necessities ready by the door.]

So we're losing two Sectors. I know we all know to move it, but in those Sectors are some places that are going kaput for God knows how long. The hospital, the Shack, the convenience store and the pet cafe are in them. Now would be the time to root through them for anything to take with us, food - supplies, especially for pets that are getting displaced with us.

Ton, you and yours at the clinic - will you be alright on any supplies or should we loot the hospital while we still have a chance?

[Private to Aidan Reilly]

I want to say goodbye to the gardens, before maybe they're next to go. Meet me there?

[Private to Spike]

Will you be okay without the Shack? Is there enough blood to move for you to keep alright for a little while?

Sector 6 is gone. I'd started working in there already, and it's just gone...

[ EVENT INFO ]

(OOC: Event Info)

[Here's Kanji and he's unmistakably in clothes. It takes a close look to figure out they're handmade and hey, they're a little rushed but it was a clothes emergency and he needed 'em, dammit!]

Hey, if anybody needs clothes today lemme know. Or stop by the Home Ec room at the Education Center.

Morning

Ice cream for breakfast was perfectly okay. Mal's not paying much attention to the ice cream though. Sure he's eating it, but mostly he's standing across from the entrance to sector 6, staring intently at the door.

Late morning - Early afternoon

Mal was a flurry of activity. He didn't plan to be gone long - only a few hours - but he did need decent supplies. Water for one. A small bag of supplies he could stash somewhere in sector 6 for later. And of course his trusty pitchfork from the stable. Once he had everything he needed, Mal walked purposefully to sector 6.

Evening

Mal emerges from Sector 6 tired and filthy. The food carts aren't giving him anything he really wants, so he makes his way wearily to Sector 4 for something good. He sat at one of the restaurants, pitchfork leaning against the wall next to his table, while he demolished a burger with relish.

THERAPY GROUPS
More linked as they come up!

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

Event info!

Video
[Jack comes on the screen in front of the store previously known as the Plush Rump and now proudly sporting a brand new sign stating Captain Jack's Exotic Emporium.]

So. I took this place over a while ago and I was intending to have a great big grand opening day, but what with one bit of drama and another I haven't got as far with the renovations as I'd like to.

So instead I'd like to invite you to come and help me do the place up! I've found some paint and fabrics and things, but a little extra manpower wouldn't hurt, and I could use some people to help set out the stock as well. Any helpers grateful received!

Action
He'll be at the store all day, working on getting it set up.

[Kitty waits until the team gathers into the Defense Force headquarters. Once upon a time this team was big enough that having a meeting inside would have been uncomfortable. That hasn't been true for awhile. She loudly taps a pen against a desk a few times to get everyone's attention before she starts.]

You were probably hoping I scheduled this surprise meeting so I could deliver a long speech at you, and your hopes are being fulfilled. [A pause as she once again considers not moving forward with this.] I have been thinking about the Defense Force and where it started and how it's changed and the direction it could or maybe even should move in for awhile now. We're a smaller team than we once were and I've been wanting to refocus our efforts more on the investigation side of things, but our numbers don't reflect that. I think a lot of us are here because we do something similar back home. We protect. We fight. We have a team to support us. We wanted that here too, but I'm not sure the needs of this prison support that now. I'm not sure they ever did. I'm not saying we haven't had successes. We have. I'm proud of what we built and what we've accomplished even if it's surprising how completely unpopular a team for saving lives and getting people home is. [She's taken the brunt of that message too. Complaints and criticisms from what they did to stop Spike from attacking people to just not getting everyone home within a few months time against impossible odds.]

I think it's time for a fresh take on this idea. And the thing is... It's not going to be with me. [Just looking out at everyone.] I don't think leading a team is what I should be doing right now. It's meant a lot to me. It's been the only thing that got me through some hard times. But it's not here for that.

I've talked to Jack and he's not going to be moving into the role either, so where this leaves us is kind of up to all of you. And before anyone volunteers I just want to say take some time to think about it. Think about whether you have a direction and a passion for it. Also, it won't be my call to make what happens next, so you'll just have to see if others will follow if you want to lead. Which means, for the moment, there is no Defense Force.

[And with that her speech is over. Time to see what comes next.]

(OOC: Discussion post.)

[You know, when she went to bed last night she knew leaving a line of code to run through a few filters was probably a stupid idea. Having done it plenty or not back home, there's something to be said about glass houses and rocks. But really, when did simple hacks garner any more punishment than a public roasting and some menial tasks? Man, maybe this is her punishment? But the lack of a morning shaming sort of makes her wary - but doesn't take away from some of the curiosity of suddenly having a dick in her panties.

Which she's looked at a little. Little more than maybe she should've.

But after a while, she's stuffed it back in her pants and speaking of pants, her skinny jeans really aren't cutting it today. So for the morning (and let's face it, the entire day most like) Rebecca's rocking this put together look as she races out the door to see what else she may or may not have fucked up.

While doing so, she opens a video channel with a huskier than normal voice:] In advance, I might be sorry. I'm not sure yet? So don't quote me. Because I might not be - because this may not be my fault at all and strictly a coincidence.

[Laundromat; Afternoon]

[So after a bit of reckless running around in very comfy stretch pants, Rebecca's added some clothing to her wardrobe but still faces the looming chore of doing a few weeks worth of laundry - why not do it today. Because when she's not distracting herself with code (and error messages and the reality of what she might've done) having some offline chore helps? That's a lie. It's not really helping and she can't tell if it's because it's boring or because she can't wear any of her clothing, so why is she bothering to wash it all?

Sitting in front of a rolling wash, she's stretching a strappy red thong out between her hands with a bored look. And a pile of other women's panties next to her that aren't getting folded or put away. Feel free to stumble in on this crucially weird looking moment.]

[Daffodil Dive]

[Becca's swinging by to catch lunch and do a low key check in on some select, favorite people. The doctor kind that are actually really important. And who ironically can't get her pregnant anymore - hey, is that what this is about? Maybe? No. They wouldn't. Still looking like a puked up crayon, Rebecca folds back her hood when she goes in and goes straight for the bar to look for Chuck. She'll be there for lunch, and then some. Angsty darts seems fun too, with all the testosterone in her leggings.]

Jack's out and about today but he's starting to like Mistletoe Days less and less the longer he's here. And especially just now – given the current delicate state of his blue-band relationship, getting caught by a bot today just seems like it'll be asking for trouble!

Nevertheless, he will inevitably get caught. A man can't live without his coffee, and he's determined to make up for his binge drinking over the last couple of days (or twenty years) by getting back into his early morning swim routine.

He's kind of looking for Ianto too. A little too nervous to actually call him and get this talking thing started, more kind of hoping he'll just run into him and – well. Things will just happen.

((OOC: Decided to put this in a separate post for easier navigation on potentially long threads!))

((Note: NSFW happenings in the Ianto thread (surprise surprise!!!) ))

[EVENT INFO]

( Private to Aidan Reilly )

( Private to Spencer Reid )

[Gym]

[Alex Karev is pushing fifty with a rough, on the rocks kind of look. He's had his ups and downs in the dome, suffered through lapses of things he swore he'd never get caught up in and then some. But he's over 1000 days sober. Three years, if you want to make it sound less of an achievement. He'd given up on medicine for a few years before that, the Bad Years, and while he's retained knowledge and started to mildly practice again he's much more reclusive. That's what happens when your life royally screws you, repeatedly, to the point where you screw it right on back by pushing away a good thing. The Best Thing that's happened to him here. The best person-- who isn't here. So it doesn't matter.

He's at the gym in a hoodie an sweats, doing a little shadow boxing or beating up a punching bag with the hood up and a strained cloud of anxiety looming overhead. He's aged, no longer as fit as before but there's still a core of strength in him. A rage, even, that doesn't go away. Of course it doesn't go away. And knowing it's what links him to his father, that just fuels it further. At least tonight he'll have some bloody knuckles to look over.]

[Daffodil Dive]

[This is the only bar he lets him set foot in, and only then because he knows it's the only bar that wouldn't give him a drop from the tap if he begged. (And there are some sad, blurry memories of when he might've done just that.) It has the atmosphere that he misses, that feeling that he craves, but it doesn't fully satisfy the itch. Nothing does, of course. And it's feeling much worse tonight as he sips on his club soda and picks at bar nuts, bloody knuckles loosely wrapped in gauze.

He'll be there for a while, longingly staring at the taps with a look half disgusted. Then after he's loitered enough he'll shuffle away, either to the restrooms or back off into the night when he's finally had too much.]

( Private to Aidan Reilly )

Video. Closed to Aidan.]

[Mal pushes his hair from his face as the video comes on. Dirt and blood streak his face as he looks into the camera. The urgency in his eyes betray the calmness his smile tries to show.]

Aidan! I'm on my way out'a sector 6. Any chance you could meet me in sector 0 with some bandages? And an antiseptic? No need to come get me. I can be there shortly.

Open Action. Later in the day.

Wounds washed and bandaged and Mal freshly showered, it was time to take to the dome. He'd stayed in sector 6 longer than usual, working to improve his shelter and set up better defenses. As such, he was thinner than typical, and his clothes were more or less a disaster. His first stop was the clothing shops. Once he had the few items he needed there, he made his way to one of the restaurants. Mal appreciated the relative freedom of sector 6. It almost made him feel like he wasn't a prisoner. But then again, it was nice to eat food that didn't involve any prep or cleanup.

Other bits of his day were spent in the shooting range, the stables, and otherwise walking around the dome.

(( OOC: EVENT INFO)