MarinaNova Asylum

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[Finally he decides to broach the "network" that had been described in the instructions of the strange little device on his head. He'd been shocked enough by learning about video recordings and cellphones, this was far beyond that. And so he toyed with it, not caring as he clicked the switches back and forth and listening a couple times to the menu. Finally he selects a public video, as he didn't know anyone in which to "filter" it to in the first place.

Those who know the location will recognize the dim lighting and the jukebox off to the side as being the Blood Shack, but currently A'oran only has an glass of ice to the left of him. His eyes are closed, head slightly tilted to the side his other hand props it up by his temple.]

If our presence here is accidental, as some have claimed, then how do the wardens explain away our unlawful imprisonment? Do they see it as a just mistake, to keep us here, however brief, despite the fact we've not yet been found guilty?

[He pulls a sliver of ice out of his glass and then pops it into his mouth to chew on. Opening is eyes, that one who pays enough attention may notice are not exactly normal for a human, he speaks through his chewing.] Although, to their credit, at least they care to provide for our needs, even if they can't find it in them to respect the basic rights of man. Visiting an intricate bauble is far from the worst circumstance to find one's self in.

[Sector 0 or Sector 4 | open]

[Today, Bonnie is a girl on a mission: she'll be hitting up Bulls-Eye and, as usual, levitating objects down to her petite height so she can actually see them. She's also dropping by Nine White Orchids for flowers (a girl's apartment can never have too many).

Or she may be taking a break in Sector 0, taking forever by those street food stands and deliberating on what to eat. What should've taken her five minutes is taking her twenty-five...

OR maybe she's lost. That happens. A lost girl on a mission is still a lost girl, so don't mind the one walking ten paces and then doubling back five. She's got a sense of direction. It's just not very accurate.]

[Casa Salvatore | closed to Damon]

[Every girl's bedroom needs a personal touch. Over the past few days, Bonnie's added bits and pieces to the space to make it feel less like a spare room and more like hers. A new teddy bear - a black one named "Daylight" - to echo Ms. Cuddles; new comforters and pillows; and even a small collection of old books along a bookshelf levitated their way in, bit by bit.

As she's hanging up a painting of a forest landscape, she stops to admire her handiwork. It's not until she turns back towards the door that she notices her observer.]

Hey. You're back early today.

[Or maybe the time flew by; she's not really sure which. Bonnie beams, gesturing towards all her little touches.]

Well? What do you think?

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[The feed opens to a cheerful smile and a wave.]

Hi, everyone. I'm sure it doesn't need to be said that something odd is going on again around here, but that's often how Marina is, isn't it? It can be frustrating and unsettling, but we can get through it. Like always, right?

[A beat or two. Although confident, he also feels a little awkward.] Anyway-! Um- I guess what I'm trying to get at is how it can be important to try and stay calm throughout this kind of thing. So I'd like to invite you to Bean Crushers, in Sector 4. Whether you're new [quote-unquote], just want to relax a bit, or anything else. Everyone is welcome to come and have a drink.

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It really has been A Day, and right from the very start. His heart had been shattered just minutes after waking, what, with how Soushi suddenly regarded him with a heavy loss of familiarity. Things were off in a general sense, too. People, their memories, how they were behaving. It was was worrisome, but there were still slivers of hope. And Kazuki was good at holding onto those. If they're lucky, maybe it all was simply Marina being Marina. Something which would end soon enough.

In the meantime Kazuki will have been where he very frequently can be found at: Bean Crushers. His home away from home, and workplace since practically the day he showed up here. With how clean and quaint the place is, it shows that Kazuki really takes pride in working here. Along with the espresso machines and other such gear, there are also a couple of siphons on the counter.

Just as addressed a moment ago, any and all are welcome to stop by. Whether a straight up espresso, hot cocoa, wine, or any of the countless options in between, he'll be more than happy to serve.




[OOC: Coffee-shop AU, anyone? Event!Kazuki is very subtle. His friendly personality is pretty much unchanged. Basically he had a normal upbringing, rather than filled w mechas, angst, war, and lots and lots of death. For this he's a college student, (still) an ace athlete, and makes one mean cup of coffee, foam-art included! One of his specialties from home is a particularly spicy chai tea latte. — This Kazuki does believe he's been working at Bean Crushers since arrival. (ps: coffee siphons are like this!)

Feel free to switch style/tenses. I'll match.]

[Back again. The break has been more welcome than Fai cares to admit, even to himself, just two days to push his worries away. Of course he wasn't able to forget about them. Enjoying yourself is hard when you have nobody to share the small moments of happiness with. It's something that can't be helped, that he can't change himself, so it's no use to dwell on it.

When Kurogane still had been with him they had started to renovate a café located in Sector 3, work that Fai is now continuing by himself. Most of the furniture is already in place and it's clearly a mix of western style armchairs and tall tables alongside more Japanese looking cushions on what looks very similar to tatami mats. The different areas of the shop blend into each other a lot better than one might suspect, with a rather large bar overseeing everything.

Fai can be encountered carrying a few metal chairs and tables outside, which arranges around some parasols in front of the Cat's Eye Café. The shop is proudly declaring its name to any passersby on a hand drawn sign showing a black cat.]

[An irate-looking teenage boy with red hair is still wearing the orange prison uniform that one gets upon arrival when he appears on the network. It's not because he finds the look appealing, he just hasn't had the opportunity to find a change of clothes for reasons that will be explained shortly.]

Okay, I bet you guys think you're being real funny here. I mean, do you really expect me to believe that I've been brought here because I'm a criminal? I help people! That's, like, as far away from being a criminal as someone could be! You guys are going to be so sorry when the Justice Le--

[Wally clamps his mouth shut, not wanting to give too much away since he doesn't know who all might be listening.]

Can someone at least get me off this dang floating island!? [He sighs, looking more than a little dejected all of a sudden.] I need something to eat.

(OOC: PLEASURE PRISON EVENT)

[The lack of involvement from their captors make Bruce nervous -- if this was Gotham he would have the money to try to get food into Gotham. To help people. He would have the resources to investigate what's going on -- he lacks the gear and technology he's acquired over the years in the Batcave. There are creatures here that he didn't know really existed before like vampires asking for volunteers with the food shortage (it's not hard to put two and two together from Damon's post, after all, and the place is called the Blood Shack). How long until they lash out?

Until someone gets hurt?

It makes him restless.

He hasn't exactly been putting himself out there to make friends here beyond his first post -- Bruce is not a social being despite the airs he puts on for the public back home. He's kept in contact with Kara, and that's about it. Alfred would be disappointed -- but when isn't he?

He can survive eating less. He pushes his body to extremes on the regular -- what he worries about is other people.

He is weary and tired and he chooses not to broadcast himself at the moment and instead just speaks over the network.]

Considering the shortage of food I can't help but wonder if we shouldn't try implementing some sort of rationing system -- we don't know how long this will last and the last thing any of us wants is to run out. The human body can endure a lot and as long as we stay hydrated we probably will survive assuming this doesn't last more than a couple more days -- but it's important to be smart about it.

[Damon is bored. BOOOOOOOOOOORED. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORED. Which is why he posts this video from the Blood Shack.]

Well, since the whole point of these social networks is to whine about your stupid problems, I guess I might as well join the "cool kids" [exaggerated air quotes] and complain about the shitty service we've been getting. Where are all our little robot slaves, picking up the trash? And why didn't anyone tell me they were cutting off my blood shipments?

Speaking of which, the Blood Shack is hiring. Servers. [There's a bit of a fang in his smile; you can probably guess how exactly you'll be serving.]

[posted a few minutes later]

I can't believe I forgot to post a pointless picture of my lunch that nobody cares about! Here it is.




Hashtag Delicious.


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[Damon is hanging out at the Blood Shack, bored and restless and cranky. Bother him at your own risk.]

[Action; Sector 4; outside the new flower shop]

[Between forced sleep and a grueling heatwave, Yuuki's managed to keep herself plenty busy despite whatever shenanigans are tossed around the domed prison. From gardening, to gathering supplies and lots of set up she's barely remained still in one place for more than a few minutes. Anyone who frequents sector four may have seen her around much more often, in conjunction with a new shop that has come together rather nicely over the course of the last few days. It settles in nicely among the businesses and brick buildings. Beautiful flowers and plants decorate the entrance, with an elegant yet simple sign overhead that reads 'Nine White Orchids'.

The sign that would indicate that they're open is flipped around to indicate that it isn't yet. But the door is propped wide open with a wedge which proves that someone is inside. A soft, feminine voice can be heard humming inside, lyrics heard intermittently. The sweet, dulcet tones reach outside the shop, intertwining invisibly around anyone within hearing distance. Be careful not to listen too closely, or it's possible to find oneself inside the shop without really thinking about it.

But then maybe you're the type who would have peeked inside anyhow?

Otherwise, the girl humming to herself might set foot outside on her own, a pot of flowers in hand, should one remain unaffected or linger outside the door.]

[Private to Yuuri Shibuya]

Yuuri-kun, can I talk to you if you have a moment?

(OOC: Her singing voice can have an enchanting affect on people (Particularly vampires if relevant or desired). Feel free to use that if you like. Otherwise feel free to resist or remain unaffected! She's not intentionally doing anything. Her desire to do well and be able to draw people into the shop is simply leaking out. Here's a Permissions Post for anyone who might find it useful.)

a) Sector 4

[Bonnie had to admit, prison wasn't where she expected to end up, much less an underwater one. Breaking out doesn't seem to be an option - not an obvious one - so she decides to take that map with her and explore a little.

Clothing's a first, so she heads to The Row and stares longingly at an oversized sweater that is hung up far higher than she can reach. A normal person would've called a bot over, but Bonnie? Nah, Bonnie stretches out her hands and murmurs,] Motus.

[Doesn't even budge an itch. So she tries again,] Come on, Motus.

[Looks like she'll have to settle for something that's well, actually in her reach. Once that's taken care of, she heads off in search of adventure. Quatro Park, the Art Center, and honestly - anywhere in the dome, she'll be around.]

b) the Blood Shack

[However, she can't resist dropping by the Blood Shack, given the name. If vampires are around, then maybe they've heard of her friends from back home. So once she's gotten dressed, she heads inside and takes a long, sweeping look around.

The stench of bourbon is painfully, painfully familiar, and she'll gulp down her hopes as she sits at the bar. There's no way Damon would be here - why would he? - but it feels too much like him for comfort.]

Greetings, fellow inmates. [He adjusts his tie before continuing.] I have recently arrived and familiarized myself with the circumstances of this incarceration as presented by the wardens. I have also studied the workings of the communication device. As you can see I have also already taken advantage of one of the shops to provide myself with more suitable attire.

However, this does not create a full understanding of my surroundings or those with whom I will be interacting. I would appreciate any knowledge and advice you might impart. I'm sure you'll have topics you find most interesting and valuable and I will have my own questions. [While his face moves with each syllable it seems as though his expression never varies from the calm, collected, and serious.] I have no currency to repay you for your time or effort, but it seems that any would be useless here. Despite this, I can assure you I resolve my debts.

You have my gratitude and appreciation in advance.

[The video feed turns on and Katherine smiles, trying her best to friendly, if she ends up getting mistaken for Elena well that is obviously a coincidence, not intentional at all really! Or so she would claim if called out on it]

Well this is new. It's definitely not the first thing that comes to mind when thinking of a prison but I think I got the gist of it. Though I have to say that these outfits we arrive in could use a makeover— orange is so not my color. [She frowns for a moment looking briefly offended by it before shrugging it off and continuing]

Is there anyone else from Mystic Falls here? I'd hate to wish this on anyone but it'd be nice to see at least some familiar faces. [That is the last thing she wants but whatever it seems typical of people do ask that from what she's seen but she's also asking as a precaution too so she isn't caught completely off guard with who else is here] I'm not entirely sure what they want us to do here but here's a poll for the masses since I'm going to be stuck here. Any recommendations for fun things to do around here? I could use a few suggestions.

[Meanwhile if anyone wants to run into her, she'll just be exploring her surroundings being pretty much anywhere around the dome]

[Once the siren has gone off Sam turns on his video feed. For the moment he's holding a flashlight on himself as he speaks—scary story style.]

I was still at home when this happened, so I had access to flashlights. [Lots of flashlights. Salt isn't the only thing he's stockpiled in his time here.] I'm guessing that isn't true for everyone, so you might want to stop looking directly at the video. I'm going to just point my light at the screen for awhile so you can use your communicator as a makeshift light source. It's probably not the brightest thing, but it might help. And since you can review things on the network for up to 24 hours you should be able to keep rewinding it.

[Avert your eyes! Here comes the light!]

Is everyone doing okay? I saw Kitty's post about the door. Does anyone else have anything to report?

[Maybe you saw a glowing door open and avoided it or maybe you have no idea anything just happened, but you know something is up now because everything just went dark. Seriously dark. No ambient light of any kind. The kind of dark that makes you wonder if something's wrong with your eyes. Oh, and there's a siren going off from the speakers on the floating island. Don't worry, that will end in about thirty minutes, but you're not so lucky when it comes to the dark.

The kiosk was open earlier, but it's gone dead now and the maintenance bots are in the same condition. As a bonus some people are missing too! Welcome to Day 296.]

(OOC: This mingle is for those who did NOT go through the doors. EVENT INFORMATION)

Welcome to day 295. Hopefully you enjoyed your night outside. Do try to remove the sand from all those hard-to-reach places before tracking it back into your spotless apartments.

To the residents of The Tier in sector 3, some of the furnishings needed to be replaced and some of your belongings had to be destroyed. We took care to only do so with those that were damaged beyond repair by the flooding. No one else should be missing anything though I'm certain you will claim to be injured parties in some way. It's the thanks I expect from criminals after we provide you with such finery and keep it in good condition for you.

We had a few rule breakers yesterday. It seems being told not to do something makes it very enticing. So, don't behave and work on your rehabilitation.

Nico di Angelo - trespassing
Carl Grimes - trespassing
Raito Sonozaki - trespassing
Haruka Tenoh - trespassing

Apparently, it was so much fun yesterday that Raito decided to do an encore performance. All offenders will have the full details of their punishments sent to their communicators.

The library and movie theater are officially reopened and nothing is off limits which seems like it will be of some relief to you.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Warden request post | Mail submissions

See the Sunday Speakeasy for more details on clean housing expectations.)

So, first question is - how many of you have been here longer than three months? Just a general survey.

( she smiles, pleasantly. ) If you haven't, I'm Claire. I apparently took an almost-three-month hiatus, but I've been here before.

Second question - is there still a cheerleading squad?

And, third question... Cupcakes. How many of you like them?

[Watch out, Marina! Here is the newest, loudest, and biggest ball of energy you will see on your communicators today! Well... sort of!]

Hello MarinaNova! I'm Momotarou Mikoshiba, and I'm new!

[How could someone look this excited after being suddenly thrown in prison? Who even knows!]

At first I was a little sad because I'm in prison... But then I realized that maybe I was brought here to be even better than I was before! And the warden said this is a resort prison! So that means it's not that bad, huh?!

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[ About time for him to be dealing with something completely wacky. What's it been now? A month? That's got to be a record.

The last thing Dean remembers is heading to bed for a nap after checking in on Ben. Lisa was out with a few friends and wouldn’t be back until later. Dean had set the alarm, but that obviously never rang.

Scrolling through the various posts in the communicator, he listens to the random messages and takes a moment to watch some of the videos, trying to spot a familiar face. Dean has no idea what's going on here except apparently he's been imprisoned.

He's not worried though. This isn't the first time he's found himself trapped somewhere and it won't be his last. Underwater prison or not, there's bound to be a way out of here. He's escaped Hell. This should be a walk in the park -- a very wet, very muddy park, but no big deal.

Keeping out of sight, Dean heads in the direction of the apartment buildings in Sector 4, intending on breaking into one in order to get hold of a weapon. A silver fork, a kitchen knife, a hammer. Whatever. Judging by what he's seeing here, this place doesn't look like much of a prison and the folks, oddly enough seem alright — they sure as hell don't look dangerous for a bunch of criminals, but he's not about to take any chances. ]

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[ As he's heading up the stairs in one of the buildings, he turns on the communicator again and decides to try getting in contact with his friends back home. Figured it'd be worth a shot, right? ]

Bobby? ... Bobby Singer? Castiel? [ When that doesn't work, Dean decides to verbally state the name of his brother -- Sam Winchester -- for the heck of it. It's then that the call seems to go through and he just stands there dumbfounded for a second or two.

See, Sam had died back home and it's just been a little over a month. He'd promised Sam he wouldn't try to get him back, but knowing what he knows about what it's like down there in the pit, he couldn't just sit around and do nothing. He'd tried everything to get his brother back, but so far, nothing had worked.

Well, nothing had worked until now. ]

Sam? Sammy you there? [ Dean probably should have made this audio call a private one, but he hasn't figured out how to and frankly, he doesn't give a shit right now -- so yep, this is 100% public. ]

Sam, if you’re out there…

[ Not willing to just stand there and wait for a response, Dean decides to make a video post. ]

Anyone knows where I can get a hold of a Sam Winchester? He's tall. A bit of a… a geek. He's my brother. [ That last bit comes out a bit shaky.

Dean had tried his best to live that life that Sam had wanted for him; or that Sam had thought he wanted. He'd moved in with Lisa and Ben and had gotten a job as a construction worker and you’d think everything was fine and dandy, but the truth is, he'd been hurting. Every minute of every damn day, he'd been mourning Sam's death. The nightmares, the paranoia, the urge to pick up a gun, to get back in the hunt, to ride out of town and never look back again; it was always there. He couldn't shake it, but somehow — somehow he'd managed to stick to that brand new life of his even though the guilt was eating away at him. ]

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[ One moment, she has her grip firmly around Bonnie and Caroline both, a tight embrace of nerves and relief and raw emotion, eyes wide in disbelief and voice cracking in a gasp of her friend's name, and the next? The next she's standing in a dome under the sea, with dress changed for an orange jumpsuit that screams nothing short of prison and then the announcement starts and as she listens, all she can do is dig her nails painfully into the flesh of a palm still stained with blood (hers, or Tessa's, she can't really remember), in some attempt at stability.

Everything the voice speaks is true; how many crimes had she become guilty of? In an existence that had long become a single, waking funeral, how many deaths did she cause? But she knew that, she knew and she accepted this as part of her very being and this? This was wrong and it made her angry. Angry, to have a best friend that was dead be ripped from her grip like this again, angry that she had no choice. Angry that this was nothing short of what someone horrible would deserve, too.

She breathes in, collects herself with eyes fluttering shut and chin rising high. A spine painfully straight, she listens to the noises around her and -

- and goes absolutely rigid when she hears much less than she thinks she should. It's like the hearing she has become so starkly attuned to had been pressed to mute and her mind is reeling all over again as she pivots on the back of her heel and walks, walks hell knows where with a distant stare. Stops again, sets her jaw. No, she's faced worse things than this. She's survived worse things, and just like with everything else, she'll survive this; and she'll figure out how the hell to get back to her home. With some semblance of resolve returned, and with a step far more certain than she felt, she begins to walk through the dome. ]


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[ she turns the device to video, focuses the screen to herself. her smile is brief, and hesitant, but it's there, worn as a habitual shield she's taught herself to hold. because she isn't sure how she should be responding to this situation. to being in prison. ] Bonnie? Are you here?

- Or, well. Anyone from Mystic Falls? [ loathe as she is to admit it, any one of them could be here in account of whatever crimes this place knew about. she saw bonnie's name in the contacts, and in light of her best friend's recent ... resurrection, it's the first thing she must ask. a strand of hair tucked behind her ear. and there's a set to her jaw that hints at her growing frustration, unease.. ]

So - what do they want us to do, exactly? Spend our time contemplating all the bad things we could've done? [ no way was she elaborating any of her crimes; a glance tossed sideways, as she looks on from a little perch she's found to sit on, in the hideous orange jumpsuit she found herself in. ] Or community service - or what? [ seemed pretty laughable, t b h. she works at her bottom lip, and there's a passing frown along her nose as she pushes out a sigh. ] I guess I just want to know more about this place. Help a girl out?

Thanks - [ another small press of her lips, a single dimple in her cheek that's strained at best, before the feed cuts short. ]

[Thunderbolt and lightning—very, very frightening.

Take cover, take shelter, take heart. You'll need to take everything you can just to make it through today with so few areas really being safe.]

(OOC: DETAILS here. Mingle out and about in the rapidly changing elements or cozy in one of the shelters.)