MarinaNova Asylum

[Someone's standing on a roof. Like. The tippy-top of a pointy roof no one should ever be able to get onto, let alone stand on without wavering.

But, hey, since he hasn't been actively reaching out to people lately, he figures he might as well do so like this. Munching away on a Sea-Salt Ice Cream bar, Axel flicks on his communicator and shows off the heights by leaning over to stare at the ground below. Very, very far below.]

'kay. First, nice weather we're having. Next, I'm gonna need some judges here.

[Axel cracks his neck and then pulls the now clean ice cream stick out of his mouth to carelessly toss over the edge. Look out belooooow.]

I'm gonna jump, and you're gonna have to judge my dismount.

Volunteers?

[ Ever since he found out he would play with Yuuri and Conrad in the upcoming baseball practice, Wolfram has been carrying a little baseball ball he got from the ever convenient Bull's Eye Store.

He doesn't like baseball as much as the other two, yet he's really looking forward to playing with his friends. It has been a long time since they did something that they would do at home — no fighting, no drama... just enjoying each other's company. Aw, man. Never in his life he thought he would be looking forward so badly to play in a baseball game! Hence why, while strolling around the beach, he stops to toss the ball at the nearest tree. Bounce, catch. Throw, bounce, catch. Some time passes and after a little while, the back and forth becomes boring. Just throwing a ball is kind of dull, isn't it?

... What if, just for the heck of it, he uses his abilities to set the ball on fire? A smirk appears on his face. Seconds later the ball is engulfed in flames and flying across the sandy ground of the beach. It's all fine and dandy except that playing alone is kind of lame, so he grabs the blazing and now blackened ball and opens a video feed. ] I am looking for a someone to play with. Preferably someone with the ability to control fire. [ Who knows, maybe a worthy opponent might pop up! Though, non-fire users would be okay too; any kind of throwing and catching would be useful since it has been eons-- well, more like mere months-- since the last time he got to practice anything baseball related. ]

Also, don't forget to bring a bat.

[Private to the Defense Force]
Lacus informed me I took the vote. [She questions your decision-making skills...and is also flattered in a tsun way.]

( Seeking sector team captains, investigation/research members/leaders, and telepaths/empaths )

[Public]
The Defense Force is aware of the situation with the glitches, but not necessarily the full extent. If you find something odd—odd for this place—call dispatch and report it. We can't necessarily stop it from happening, but the more information we have the better.

[Oh, and she should probably...] Also, I'm the new head of the Force. If you've been wanting to join, let me know.

On a more personal note, is anyone here a metalsmith, alchemist, reality bender? Really anyone who can do impressive things with metal with the abilities and resources you have here. [Someone has been rebuilding her claws and needs assistance.]

(OOC: I am working on OOC organization for the DF too! But I wanted to get some things worked out ICly first.)

[Some time later on in the day, Axel's decided to wander around the dome and check the place out a little more, and to also burn some energy he's had building up in his system. So with Pluto hanging out beside him, he heads for the park in Sector 4. He doesn't have the same Frisbees he had before when he was in Marina, but he's still manage to pick up a generic circular one to bring along for Pluto to play with.

So, settled up beside a tree, he tosses the toy out through the air which Pluto gladly runs after at top speed, later hopping in the air to catch and bring back to Axel.

... He's got a lot of his mind, so maybe this should clear things up.]

[The past few days had been rough, especially the other way, when speaking with their esteemed warden. It had irritated him to no end. Before, with Sentience and Acumen, who seemed so... dispassionate, so remote, these two irritated him with their attempts at life and firmer control. He did not like it, did not like feeling as if a yoke was being placed on him. And they expected him to further whatever their odd little cause was? He thought not!

But, speaking all this aloud, and widely so, would earn him their regard in a way he did not want, or so he believed, so instead he turned towards one person he knew to be here whom he knew he could vent with, and would gladly vent in return.

Axel.

He picked up his communicator, sending the other a private video message - ]

Axel, care to join me for a drink? I feel it is about time I paid the establishments a visit, and whom better to bring with me?

[Axel's been spending a lot of time in the library lately, mostly to find something decent to read so that he can pass the time, but today he's broken out some pencils and started to doodle random things on a blank piece of notebook paper.

In the middle of his sketching he picks up one of the pages and flicks on the communicator to show it off. You know, just because?]

Which one strikes fear into your heart? This one? Or this one?

[... Ok, so that second one isn't really that detailed, but you get the idea I'm too lazy to draw that. Anyway, his point is, the latter would be totally more effective at keeping people out of trouble. Or something like that, you know?]

Yo, DF. Or anyone, really. Think our lovely wardens would let my babies come to the dome? You can't tell me they don't look menacingly precious.

[If you wish to talk to him face to face, then he'll be at the library doodling away~]

So. [A handsome man in a precise goatee appears on the video, perfectly calm -- and in fact, quite bored -- munching on some kind of crunchy snack as he speaks. He's in the basement of one of the larger buildings, pieces of electronics strewn about around him.] This sucks.

[He'd have to make do with what he could pilfer from the computer lab and so-called "electronics" store, slim pickings though they are. It's a damn good thing he's Tony Stark, or he'd be in real trouble.]

[He digs for more of whatever he’s eating -- salted cashews, as it turns out -- his bag crumpling loudly in the mic.] Did anyone else notice the lack of 7-11 around here? If we’re going to be locked up for eternity I’m definitely going to need a Slurpee. Not that the prison bowling alley isn’t a nice touch.


((OOC: He's not in plain sight, but if you want to stumble upon him for [action] just let me know and we'll work something out!))

[It's been a long time since he's felt well rested enough like this, but when he wakes up he feels odd and out of place. The wind is faster and beneath him doesn't feel anything like his bed.

After opening his eyes Axel realizes that he's staring up at a brick ceiling he's never seen before, but despite his questions he doesn't seem too disturbed and simply sits up to look around, first noting the change in surroundings and then finally the orange thing he's wearing. ...Ok, the last time he wore orange, he was a teenage punk without any fashion sense to wrestle his way out of a paper bag with, so needless to say that he doesn't want to see this again.

With a sigh he stands and then listens closely to the greeting on the communicator. ...A new prison, new wardens, and all of his possessions are off somewhere else while he's unable to teleport. Great. At least the communicator hasn't changed.

Speaking of which, he reaches up to flick his device on and without bothering to make the feed private he starts to speak.]

Let's just make this easy and take things back to elementary school. If you're here, say "here" so that people don't have to ask all the time. No need to raise your hand unless you absolutely have to.

[...Then he makes a quick private call.]

...Roxas?

Good day, Marina-- or, I suppose, Marina Nova. I hope everyone is adjusting as well as can be expected. We've suffered some tremendous losses [herself very much included,] but I am certain we will be able to manage things as well as possible.

With regards to the Defense Force -- with Suzaku Kururugi among those lost, and the Wardens confirming for me that weapons and life sign monitoring are no longer available -- I would like to make a proposal. [and she's going to make it openly, so anyone can weigh in... trolls she can handle, and it's worth the risk to give everyone a chance to speak.]

Although I believed strongly in Suzaku and what he did with the Force, there was something troubling me. In some cases, members' primary motivation for joining was to obtain a weapon. And while I know for a fact that Suzaku would not admit anyone who was not suitable, it nonetheless seems as though such a team should have members whose primary reason for joining is belief in its purpose. And further, I believe that the invasion of privacy that the former Defense Force utilized for monitoring life signs made inmates uneasy. I know I had my own questions about such methodology, but it was not my team and thus not my place to debate what was in place.

However, now that many things have begun anew, I am wondering if there are those among us who believe strongly enough in protecting others that they would agree to do so without the promise of a weapon, or any such personal gain. A new leader would need to be elected, and I would be happy to oversee the process if the potential members would like. Any and all proposals will be considered.

With regards to weaponry and special abilities for those who would use them in defense of themselves or others, that is a battle that I will continue to fight with the Wardens, regardless of whether there is a formal Defense Force. I believe in our members, and all of you will have my full support regardless of the status of the organization as a whole.