MarinaNova Asylum

My designation is Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01 and I am 25 years of age. I am a Human-Borg Hybrid, a female of the Human species, and my last known coordinates were located in a region of space approximately 65,000 lightyears from Earth. The year was 2375. I have been imprisoned since Day 184.

[ she opts against stating that her name is annika hansen, despite giving it out to a few people. data. caroline. and saying that she's a human-borg hybrid is a simpler, condensed version of what she is and an explanation she tires of providing. ]

I have shared this information about myself in order to provide that which I am about to ask. In order to better understand the correlation between various worlds, dimensions, and timelines present, more data needs to be collected. Please answer the following questions:

What is your name? How old are you? What is your species? What was your location prior to your imprisonment? What was the year? On which day did you arrive?

Thank you for your time and cooperation. It is... most appreciated. [ click. ]

∞ buffy summers, cordelia chase, spike, sam winchester, seven, oz ll

We should get together and discuss what we know. I've talked to a few people. I collaborated with several the last time I was here. But, they were separate. It doesn't seem like it got us anywhere. And I want to get somewhere. So, I think we should team up. Officially.

Seven, if you haven't met her is from years into the future. She gave me the idea to hack the system. Does anybody know a hacker.

We'd have to know what to hack into but it's a start. Mystical means and portals didn't fly last time. And there's a chance that I found something without telling anyone.

That's not going to happen again. I think we should focus on getting out of here and worry about getting back to our worlds after.

What do you all say?

∞ buffy summers, cordelia chase ll

Can you two work together?

[ without killing one another? ]

∞ spike ll

Can you be of any help? [ he really only included you in the filter because you're spike and he's used to working with you. except this you pisses him off. ] By the way, I've been benched, vampire-wise. Thanks for that.

∞ robin ll

I got the sense we were friends before. I don't mind being friends again. Do you want to... [ what's the word. ] hang?

∞ open action ll

[ Angel can be found dropping by Merlotte's to speak to Buffy in person, because over audio he regrets what he'd asked. Yes, it was private - but not to Cordelia or Buffy. So, he'll briefly drop by Merlotte's.

After that, he'll take some time to himself at the blood shack. He's had a lot of interaction today. ]

[ Angel spent the first few days in the library. And then he kissed people he was not happy about kissing. He's not in the best of moods. But, he's smoothed things over with Buffy. And he has a few calls to make.

Before making those calls, he can be seen walking to The Blood Shack, stocking up on pig's, and walking bag. He doesn't stay long. He can also be found in Trois Park in sector 3, sitting quietly. He's taking five minutes to sketch. ]

∞ private video l sam winchester

We haven't officially met yet. Again. I was told we worked together. Before. I kept whatever we found - if we found anything from everyone I knew. Can we trade notes? I'll show you mine.

∞ private video l cordelia chase

Hey. Do you want to take a walk today?

∞ private video l dawn summers

I'm sorry for how I reacted. It was a rough day. I shouldn't have said what I said. Or gotten an attitude. Are we okay?

[ and finally, he switches the feed to public ]

∞ public video

Tell me those bots are over and done with. Who wants to take part in finding and dismantling them?

Good morning, inmates.

Today is day [ 203 ] of the first generation. We have several announcements for this day. You are encouraged to [ pay attention ].

By inmate request, a [ tv studio ] with recording equipment has been added to [ sector 4 ]. Please use this thoughtfully to further your [ rehabilitation ].

Due to recent events, the [ post office ] will from now on be warden sanctioned and operated by our [ maintenance robots ]. Inmates are still welcome to volunteer for community service but the establishment is no longer [ inmate run ]. We thank you for your cooperation.

[Mail Delivery of the Day: Mass-mailer from Kitty Pryde to the DF members. ]

The items for [ Caroline Forbes ] are now available for pickup.

Have a nice day.

[ And like the last few times, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

((OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions can now be left HERE! ))

[ 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... )

action; open
[ faith could be found all around the dome today, but the action happens later in the day at the athletic center.

instead of stopping by to train earlier, faith waits until the evening to go work out some aggression. it's been a wake up call; both forcing herself not to use her slayer gifts and forcing herself to be more conscious when using them. this session doesn't go so well; some of the equipment looks a little worse for wear after faith's done with it. her hands took a little more abuse than normal, too. ouch. ]

voice; scoobies filter
[ once she cools down from messing with the athletic center, faith decides to check in with the home team. ]
Yo, so what's the deal with the cage, anyway? Our points work out? Cause I could do with some metal-bending. [ to keep her from doing some people-bending... ]

[video]

All right, think it's about time we took a look at Sector 6. [ He nods decisively. ] Probably not quite safe, but it's worth it to get to know our fellow inmates, innit? [ He seems serious, but there's probably a gleam of mischief in his eyes. He has a strange enjoyment of exploring dangerous places. ] If anyone wants to come along, I don't mind, long as you can take care of yourself. Seems like a good use of a long afternoon.

[ He grins briefly, and then turns the video off. ]

[ The Doctor will be found just outside the Sector 6 barrier... or later, a ways inside, whichever you prefer. Time for adventuring! ]

[ angel's taken his quest to get the hell out of dodge a step further, currently located at a back table of the library with a notebook, pen, and pile of books. there's several pages of notes and scribbles already adorning the notebook's pages, things he's pulled from memory, but some of it's incomplete and a large portion of it is presently just not doable under these conditions. which was frustrating, considering he had clients back at wolfram & hart who jumped dimensions through pan-dimensional doorways all the time, people who flitted back and forth between one reality and the net as if it were as simple as leaving one room and entering another. he refused to believe there wasn't some way around whatever the wardens and their higher ups (as he was certain they weren't at the top of this prison chain; a big brother type was watching, they always were). there was always a loophole, it was just a matter of finding the damned thing. ]

...sacrifice a couple of nuns, godking whose powers may or may not work -- thank you, me... [ dropping the pen, angel leaned back in his chair, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. nerfing illyria's powers? good idea at the time, but if she were here, that ability to hop across worlds would come in handy. ]

This is getting me nowhere.

So you know, back home, I kept a video blog. It was sorta an online journal for the trials and stuff of bein' a teenage vampire. Sometimes a how to guide for people who just turned, information for people who wanted to know more 'bout vampires, things like that. I had a pretty good fanbase and sometimes I even got other people to come in and talk on it too.

I was thinkin' about the network I guess and whether it'd be a good idea to continue doin' something like that here. Like the adjustments of a young vampire in this place or somethin'.

You think anyone'd be interested in somethin' like that?

[Exciting day in MarinaNova. Robots and sentinels are out in mass seeking to gather up the escaped inmates from Sector 6, but that doesn't mean they're everywhere. Lots of quiet, little nooks completely free of their protection.]

(OOC: Links! Mammoth Pillbug | Hyena Wasps | Sector 1: Main Athletic Complex | Sector 2: The Education Center | Sector 3: Pa-Ching Arcade | Sector 4: The Movie Theater | Sector 5: The Museum

OOC Information | Veridical's announcement

You are welcome to play on the mingle and/or make your own posts for this event. The pillbug will only interact with people on his thread here, but you're welcome to see him or damage he's done.)

[the video turns on to a close-up shot of a few pieces of colorful chalk lying on a black road. Then a small hand, its black carapace smeared with color, reaches into the frame and picks up the piece of blue chalk. Then another, equally smudged hand takes the communicator and picks it up, and the video bounces and sways as the communicator is set on the edge of a nearby bench. As the frame is adjusted, the side of a building comes into view:]

[it's covered in a chalk drawing of a blue sky, drifting white clouds, and rolling, chessboard-patterned hills dotted with low, spreading trees and patches of bright green grass. With no black chalk available, the artist has had to improvise: the black chessboard squares are really a fuzzy purplish rainbow of several colors, blended carefully into something a bit like black, but at once much more interesting.]

[the frame is adjusted a little more, enough to bring the artist himself into view, too: WV, a short, black-carapaced alien with a smile on his round face and nearly every part of his person dusted with chalk.]

Denizens of Marina! Greetings, and good afternoon. I am the Wayward Vagabond.

[with that out of the way, he continues:]

What unexpected good fortune this is! I had never thought to seek out this particular medium before—not for a very long time, that is, until today. Perhaps, for once, our machine wardens have shown sense, for I can attest to the therapeutic benefits of chalk! I sought it out once before in a time of dire misery—oh yes, most dire, indeed.

[he blinks. It's a pretty cute blink; his eyes are bitty and quite widely-spaced.]

I trust everyone who has thus far made use of it can attest to such benefits, as well!

[Michiru has discovered the chalk so she's found a relatively quiet patch of sidewalk with as many colors as she was able to gather together. She's wearing clothes that she doesn't mind getting dirty and is on her knees making a rather large chalk drawing on the ground. It's a beach scene with palm trees and the ocean in background. It had been a while since she's done a drawing at all, having been so focused on her music, that it was nice to be able to work on it, even if it wouldn't last more than an hour]

[Eric is behind the bar of the Blood Shack when the video comes up. He gives an easy grin, takes a sip of his blood and appears to be entirely at ease. No one would know that a week ago he was suffering from extreme fatigue, weakness and the bleeds because of the damage he did to the bots. He's slowly learned that this place can really screw him over if it wants to. He's wearing a dark red, silky button down and a pair of black pants. He looks like a business man and that's precisely the image he wants to evoke. There's also a red warning band around his wrist that can clearly be seen. Sure, he could tuck it beneath the sleeve of his shirt, but why would he want to do that.]

It seems I've found myself in an altercation with a couple of the bots two days ago. As a result, I'm offering my services to the prisoners at large. If you've chores that need to be done, anything from cleaning to running errands, I'm available. This offer goes out to the first three to take it.

Now, onto more pleasant matters. I've recently been granted ownership of the blood shack. It is still bot monitored for the moment, but I invite you to come out, enjoy yourself and make Marina Nova's vampire owned blood bar a success. For those of you that don't drink blood, I've got the appropriate drinks in stock. Mix, mingle and enjoy yourselves.

I know I will.

[and he's signing off]

[ooc: Just what the post advertises. Eric got in trouble and his punishment is to do chores for at least three people. He is fast and he can fly so make use of his abilities. For your enjoyment this is what you can expect from him in doing your chores.]

[The feed opens up to Rebekah sitting, looking somewhat bored.]

So much for my stay here being brief, it would seem. I find myself here again which I suppose must mean it's for the long haul instead of just a short vacation.

Though who would ever call a prison a vacation is beyond me.

In either case, I won't bore you with demands over finding out who put me here or how to get out, I remember those conversations from last time. But I will ask this:

What does someone do for fun around here? Surely, there has to be something.
[ and the feed closes]

[Buffy has long gotten used to little sleep at night to the point that she can't go to sleep at a decent hour. Being locked up without anything to fight (outside of Angel) has made her even more restless, which is why she can be found out prowling around the dome, illegal stakes that she's made from broken chairs tucked in the waistband of her pants at the small of her back. She's got her hair down, all wavy and curly because when Buffy is stressed out and feeling vulnerable, she makes her hair look pretty. She's also wearing black leggings, a long, baggy ivory sweater and high heeled, knee-high boots.

She's not dealing very well with things right now. She looks drawn, brittle and lost in her own thoughts. In lieu of having anything to slay, she's chosen to pull herself inward and internalize everything. This isn't how she thought things would go. She thought this was the chance that she and Angel were never going to get back in the 'real world'. It's looking more and more like this is just another chance for the powers that be to screw them over. Regardless of her state of mind, she'll go about her duties. She'll smile and make small talk, play the dumb blonde and keep on going because that's all she knows how to do. The perceptive, the ones that know her well, probably won't be fooled, but everyone else probably will. She had a lot of practice being a cardboard girl the year she came back from Heaven.

She checks in at the Defense Force makeshift headquarters first then starts to systematically patrol the dome section by section. She will never admit it, but she's on the lookout for Angel as well. She's pondered over the talk she had with Faith and the brunette slayer said some things that Buffy thought had merit. She's going to try at least one more time.

Feel free to catch her at any point in her trip through the dome and back to her apartment.]

Alright, I remember bein' here, but first off, I thought it was a frickin' dream, and second off, that time you hadn't taken all my shit.

This frickin' ankle thing better be removable.

Krv Drpglr pwlz chkwrt strplmt dwghzn prqlrzn lffrmtplzt.

[ that sounds and looks like random keysmash, but it's actually a powerful incantation that's used to open portals between earth and pylea. unfortunately, it doesn't like opening the door to the land without song in this place, but that's not going to stop angel from taking the phrase for a daily spin. forever stubbornly determined to get the hell out of here and patient beyond all reason, he'll keep trying it and other various methods until he finds something that works. he's got time. ]

Always out of batteries... [ sigh. ] Here's the deal. I've got the magical side of this down, but the science? Not really something in my area of expertise. I sort of predate all those theories and new age mumbo jumbo, and never really had a reason to sit down and [ care ] learn more than the basics. And I had people - friends - who knew about this stuff a lot better than I did, who aren't around anymore to put their heads together and explain things to me in layman's terms. [ fred and wes. :c ] Some pointers on the scientific side of portals and world hopping would be appreciated.

[ for action needs, he'll be patrolling sector 3 later in the morning. soaking wet. in the rain. ]

...does that happen often? Meeting people we haven't seen in... well, weeks or months if not longer? Only for the wardens to pull them away again...

Is it their idea of a joke?

[Encrypted, 50% strength]

Changing topics. If there's anyone who can see this one, let me know. I'm curious.

(ooc: Kira is a very skillful, nigh-superhuman programmer. He's going to be steadily upping the encryption rate if you hack into it.)

[Hi Marina! There's a clothed Viking on your video. He's had a chance to fill half of Sookie's closet with new clothes and right now he's wearing a pair of jeans, a black wife beater and a black leather jacket. No, it's not a long trench coat. He'll let other vampires in the prison wear that look.]

Sex licenses. Isn't that a bit invasive? Particularly considering I'm unable to produce children in that manner. I am curious about them though. Are they common here or is everyone pretending to be chaste and pure?

[He starts to switch the feed off then pauses, as if considering something a moment. Since his arrival, he's gotten into three brawls over Sookie. He's been here three days. He feels that's a bit excessive and eventually he's bound to destroy something in a brawl. It might do to issue warnings now while it's on his mind and before it becomes a punishable offense.]

There is a prisoner here by the name of Sookie Stackhouse. I'm certain many of you know her. There's been a few misunderstandings lately that have resulted in altercations. I feel I should warn everyone else before another breaks out.

[Pause for dramatic effect because whether he'll admit it or not, Eric is dramatic.]

Sookie is mine. Any offense made toward her will result in the offender having to deal with me. Believe me when I say that robots and any punishment they may decide to level at me will not stop me from ripping your head from your shoulders if you touch her.

[Cue beatific politician's smile]

Have a wonderful evening.

[ that welcome message didn't help for squat. at least the communication device is much easier to figure out, and after cursory inspection to ensure it won't shock the bejeezus out of her fred decides it's time to make a cry for help.

or just, a pleasant call for assistance? whichever. here, marinanova. you aren't sick of distressed people yet, are you? this one has a nice leather jacket that is obviously not hers. maybe you can steal it. ]

Hi there! [ oddly cheery for someone who looks like she is about to throw up. ] I'm new, though I guess you can tell that already seeing as how you don't know me yet. I was just... Wondering...

[ ohgod angel is going to kill her. he saved her! and now she lost his freakin' baby. she holds up the jacket now for emphasis, as if that helps anyone who doesn't already know she's fresh out of a back alley birthing extravaganza. ]

Have any of y'all seen a baby?


[[ ooc: hey guys hey, it's winifred burkle from angel: the series. specifically, from the end of 'lullabye' and she hates her life. ]]