MarinaNova Asylum

((ooc: EVENT INFO ))

| HEATWAVE EVENT INFO |

[Sleeping this long is not going to be good for Anne's complexion, but she really does not have the reins right now, does she?]

Dreams

1. Stalking at Night


2. "That" Night


3. Players Choice!

(ooc: Dream Plotting!)

(OOC: EVENT INFO | RAFFLE THREAD)

a;

[Watch out! When they said, "let's launch our kids into the future", they probably didn't mean this: a Victorian boy sailing at inhuman speeds over everyone's heads.

The kid's desperately screaming "Sebastian!" even as he collides with… well, Sebastian. Who just so happened to arrive in the prison a moment prior. Saying that Ciel "collides" with him is selling Sebastian short: what happens is that Sebastian, in that one moment between arriving and having a flying kid crash into him, manages to turn around just in time to catch Ciel in his arms.

It’s… not Sebastian's best heroic catch. Managing to catch someone at a moment's notice is one thing – bracing for the unexpected impact at the same time is another entirely. With a grunt he takes a stumbling step backwards—

possibly right into you. You know, if you just happened to be innocently standing there and didn't have the reflexes to move out of the way of two people who were literally not there a moment earlier. Sorry?]

[[OOC: Let us know if you'd like Ciel, Sebastian or both for this option!]]

b;

[Five minutes later and Ciel's off, doing his part in finding more intel on this place. He's approaching people at random, turning wide lost eyes on others and wandering around like a lost child. Anyone in the vicinity will hear him poshly asking for help.]

I think I'm lost. [Looks down at his jumpsuit. How awful. Not to mention ill-fitting, the sleeves spilling over his fingers and his legs being dwarfed by bunches of cloth. Looks back up.] No. I'm definitely lost. Have you seen my caretaker? Tall, dark, ridiculously useless when faced with cats? We were separated and...I don't even know why I'm here.

[So innocent. Much helpless. The powers that be definitely screwed up with this one. Feel free to spill anything you know about this place to him, even gossip if need be.]

c;

[Five minutes later, Sebastian is on the other side of the dome, to do his part of the investigation. "Try to find a way to break us out." Not the easiest task when his demon powers are restrained, but of course he'll give it his all regardless.

At least his part doesn't require any helpless act - he's changed out of the jumpsuit, is strolling alongside the edge of the dome with seemingly perfect composure before calmly stopping, looking up at the wall... you'd think he isn't a new arrival at all, acting so cool about everything. That is, perhaps, before he turns his head towards any passerby and asks, pleasantly and with a smile:]

The dome truly has never shown signs of cracking, has it?

[Maybe he is a little worried, after all.]

[VIDEO]

[The image is shaky at first, but then a black-haired girl appears with her head turned around. She seems to be following someone else's instructions and talking to someone off-camera.

--Like this? So I just start talking and people will see Kaya? Mmm, okay!

[She faces forward now, her cheeks a bit pink and her big eyes filled with insecurity.]

Hi there? My name is Kaya, and I just got here, and I don't really understand this place or what we're supposed to do here and... [Deep breath.] Sorry, sorry, I got carried away and talked too fast.

I got confused and thought I had died, and this was the afterlife. But Zeno here told me it's not? Is that right? Are we all really alive?

Um, also... I was really sick, back at home. I should be dying from my disease, but now I'm feeling fine. That's why I thought I was... So, uh, what I wanted to ask is, where can I find a doctor? I want to know if I'm truly cured, because I don't want anyone to catch it from me. I need to be sure. But don't worry, I'll go far away from you guys if I...

I'm doing it again, sorry. I just want to know.

[Yup, she's more worried about getting people sick than being suddenly locked up in a strange place.]

[ACTION]

[This cute girl walks around the trees in Sector 3's residential area. She sits on a bench and stares at the ocean sky above it all. The lack of stars in the sky is strange, but she finds the water fascinating and soothing. She doesn't wander around, as the place is much wider than everything she's seen in her short life. Any house around her is several times large than her old house. Are those castles? To her, they are. Everything in that land is vast, just like the sea. Just like the street goes on and on.

Her eyes are a bit red and her sweet smile is sad, but she'll be fine.]

[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)

[You'll find the Murderers Anonymous group in one of the rooms at the Education Center. Snacks and drinks are provided. Chairs are set up in a circle in the center of the room. The door will be kept shut for privacy.]

[Paper and pencils and materials are provided on tables throughout the room. Feel free to move around.]

Warm Up
- How do you feel today? Circle all that apply. Why do you feel the way you do? Pick some other other emotions on the chart and discuss those. ("I feel angry when...", "It makes me happy when...")

Activities
- Fold a piece of paper in half. On one side, draw a representation of the part of you that is dangerous, violent, or evil. On the other side, draw a representation of the part of you that is kind, nurturing, and good. Share the result. Explain why you drew what you did and how you feel about each aspect of yourself.
- Silhouette Collage - Make a silhouette of yourself and fill your head with whatever is going on in your brain. What do you think about? What do you like? Dreams. Fears. Hopes.

Exercise
- Write your own eulogy. What would you want to read at your funeral if you were to die tomorrow?
- Write a eulogy for someone who has died/could have died as a result of your actions.

Discussion
- Discuss this paraphrased quote from Elie Wiesel: "Violence is a form of communication for a person who fails to find words." What are you trying to communicate?
- What are your views of death and the afterlife? What happens to us after we die?
- Do you have any regrets? Things you would take back, do again differently...
- Do you feel murder is justifiable? Explain your position.

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((OOC: Feel free to add in your own activities or prompts! Info.))

[This group therapy session takes place in an appropriately-sized study room in the Education Center. There is one large oval table for everyone to sit at, and a smaller snack table off at the side.]

[The session is divided into two parts.]

PART ONE: Mourning Yourself
Discussion
— Did you harbor any regrets before your death? And if so, is there anything you can do for them with your newfound time?
— Do you know how you died? How did you learn? Did you arrive near-death, or did you hear about it from a friend? How do you feel about the particular details of it?
— Who or what killed you? Have you forgiven it or them? Why or why not?
— Is there anything you wish you could change? Why? Discuss.

Activities
— Write your own obituary or eulogy. Once you've read it out loud, you'll be invited to burn it with a bot-offered candle. (The bot will not hand over the candle.)
— Picture yourself attending your own funeral. When it's your turn to pay your respects to yourself, what would you say? What thoughts occur to you?
— Write a letter to at least one of your loved ones. What would you say about your death to them?

[After this, there is a break. Coffee and tea are provided, along with both savory and sweet snacks. You're still not allowed to leave, though.]

PART TWO: Moving Forward
Discussion
— What dreams and hobbies did you have before? Can you pursue them now?
— Discuss what your previous goals were. What are similar things you can do to achieve them here?
— What kinds of relationships have you made, or would kinds would you like to have?

Activities
— Write down your plans for your future. Partner up and discuss them in-depth to flesh them out better.
— Come up with a daily routine, emphasizing your interests. Refer to others to help you find relevant resources or activities.
— Draw yourself 5, 10, or 25 years from now. Share it with a partner or the group.

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((OOC: You're also welcome to come up with any of your own activities/therapeutic discussion topics! Everything offered here is just a starting point.))

[Getting everything ready alone is hard when one is used to having the assistance of a butler. At least tea and small snacks are simple enough, right? Anne has the whole apartment set up for guests, with a tea service set up in the kitchen and ample sitting room for everyone who may stop by.

And for those who don't drink tea, there are fruit juices and coffee as well. A wonderful hostess is ready for anything her guests may need!]

Video
[Madam Red is drinking tea right now, though when she is ready to start speaking, she sets the cup and saucer aside and smiles at everyone.] Hello Marina, my nephew Ciel and I would like to invite you to our apartment for a social event. [That's socialite for a house warming, folks.]

I am scheduling the event for day 335.

Closed to Ciel
[After closing down the video feed, Anne went to find her nephew...

And displaced a few hidden rubber ducks when she did.] ...Ciel?

[Rubber Ducky, you're the one. You make everything so much fun. Which is why you'll find them just about everywhere. Maybe even in that pitcher of tea you just made. Never a dull day here in MarinaNova Asylum. Whether you are trying to beat the heat at the beach or at the pool or running errands you're going to encounter a lot of them.]

(OOC: Event Info)

Greetings, fellow domelings. [Any Phanan video that starts off this smugly is never a good sign. He's in the clinic, boots hygienically propped up on the table, beaming out at the camera just as brightly from his organic eye as his artificial one. He does look a tiny bit serious as he starts in on the bad news but it will rapidly vanish as he talks.]

For those of you who haven't realized it by not Martha Jones is no longer here with us. She was a good doctor and a better person and I think we can all agree we were the better for her presence in this place. On a related note Alex and I will now begin our new reign of terror as leaders of the clinic. With our specialties in pediatrics and battlefield medicine we are obviously very relevant to the needs of this dome. Please bring all your medical problems to us from now on so we can make fun of you for getting hurt while we fix you. And if we have any new doctors among us who are interested in joining our new medical regime speak now or forever hold your peace until you get bored or change your mind or something.

Again, that's reign of terror, new head doctors, quality service. See you soon.

[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.)

[Blood... torture... pain... A familiar nightmare to the young Earl Phantomhive. Something startles him awake, and he reaches for the gun under his pillow, only to find... grass? Why ever did Sebastian allow him to fall asleep outside in the garden? Although, this place doesn't look like anything around Deidrich's castle... And what on earth is this garish orange jumpsuit doing on his person?]

SEBASTIAN!

[No response. How strange?]

SEBASTIAN I ORDER YOU TO COME HERE RIGHT NOW!

[Wherever could that butler be hiding? And how dare he disobey a direct order?]

Action

[I could learn to hate this colour... Having awoken in this place, wearing the atrocious orange jumpsuit, not even a mark on her skin, Angelina thought she had been taken to a place where she would live out all her sins. But when nothing happened to her... Well, she started looking around. So unseemly to be wearing what was not even fit for dock workers...

So she wandered, looking for a clothing boutique. And perhaps a milliner.]

Voice

I wonder if anyone could direct me to a well-to-do tailor? I find myself in need of a new wardrobe.