MarinaNova Asylum

[PLAY BALL!

Or cheerlead.

Or watch.

Or heckle.

It's an event everyone can enjoy!

There are some traditional snacks on hand. No alcohol sadly, but you can still have soda, hot dogs, and popcorn among other things. The bleachers provide enough seating for those who want to see exactly how vampires, humans, demons, mutants, etc. all play together. Not to mention some of them only recently even learned what baseball was. Never a dull moment at least.

In the end, it's the Flying Knights who win in this fairly evenly matched game, but there was some impressive action for both teams It should be an interesting season.]

(OOC: MINGLE! This is event style! Just put in your header whether your character is in the crowd, the purple dragons, the flying knights, cheerleading, before the game, or after the game or any combination! Please assume there was adequate IC announcement of this event!

Backdated to earlier in the day. Roster. It is not yet updated with recent additions from the last Yuuri post.)

[ Tonight there is a lot of noise in Sector Two, specifically a certain restaurant/bar. Maybe you're there for a serious date! The decoration seems right for that kind of thing. Or maybe you are there to get trashed and wash away your sorrows with the mighty bottle-- the atmosphere is right for that kind of thing.

Well, either way you're in good company tonight, that much is for sure.

Spread out and bug people or stay close and enjoy your threadmate's company, 'cause anything goes tonight at the Winery. ]

[Spike's words from the luau had lingered in her mind ever since he said them. What she looks like doesn't change the person she is. These were words she'd always hoped to believe in, but always fell short of being able to stay strong in her faith. But those troubling self-conscious feelings that normally plague her seem distant and faint today. Quite frankly, she couldn't feel more comfortable in her own skin today. Her real skin.

So it's with a smile on her lips that this feed starts, and she gently adjusts the lens to center herself in frame. Her dress is not the only blue thing in view, that's for sure.] So, Spike! You wanted to know.

[She spins a circle, flashing a white smile.] This is what I look like. Really look like.

So now you know. [As does everyone else.]


[OOC: Raven can also be encountered doing very normal things all across the dome today, from groceries shopping to a walk in the park. The only thing not-usual about her routine today is that she'll be doing it all while carelessly blue.]

[ There's something subdued about the young Agent this day. Something subtle, brewing just under the surface that makes the deliverance of today's lecture just a little more mechanical than usual. He seems fine, well-rested and healthy and fine and yet…

He hasn't confirmed it yet, but he suspects. It's been too quiet for too long. Maybe after class he'll muster up enough courage to go knock on their Unit Chief's door and see if they really lost him again but for now he has a job to do. ]

( CW: rape and sexual abuse! Proceed with caution! )

(( The Criminology Class is held in an open lecture format, meaning that there's no ic signup process involved! Feel free to mingle at your leisure — email notifs are off but Reid has a thread HERE if you wish to hit him up. For more information about the setup and purpose of the class, go HERE. The attached links are a full account of the entire lecture so feel free to use them as topics of discussion! ))

[ although the morning's rain prevented them from getting an early start on setting up, quinn and rebekah have managed to pull everything off in time for the dance to start. there's tables to sit at when you don't feel like dancing or enjoying the surf, lots of hawaiian-themed snacks and desserts to eat, grass skirts and leis available for those who wish to wear them, lanterns and torches everywhere, with live music provided by quinn, oz, jack, lacus, and anyone else who wishes to get up and sing!

the only thing this party's lacking is the booze, per quinn's intentions of having this be an alcohol-free party. however, that doesn't mean someone isn't going to spike the punch when she's not looking, so if you were planning on doing so -- have at it!

so, go ahead and dance it up with your dates, mingle with some new cr, hop around, and threadjack to your heart's content. festivities will carry on until sometime after midnight when clean up will commence. enjoy! ]

( It's like a movie; it's a B movie show )

[And thus we have ourselves an event. Details here.]

[Wherever you go, there they are—sneaky and hidden and biding their time, waiting until they find you all two by two, and then closing in. Happy Mistletoe Day!]

(OOC: Read this for all the details.)

((OOC: In lieu of spamming with posts for all 8 of my characters for kissing purposes, I'm putting up prompts for them all on this one action post! Links are below I may tag around in other posts/the mingle too, but if you want any of mine for the event PLEASE PLEASE DO TAG! I want every single tag for this event!

I don't care if they haven't met yet! Absolutely do not be shy! Also, if anyone wants to call my kids on the network or do non-kiss threads, just indicate such and I'm happy to! Threads can take place at any point in the dayweek, and almost anywhere in the dome.

Links:
+ Lacus Clyne: Everyday walking around prompt | Hot springs prompt for the adventurous~
+ Zelgadis Greywars
+ Cross Marian
+ Penelope Garcia
+ Komui Lee
+ Tony Stark
+ Saya Otonashi
+ Michael Westen))

[So it's been a few days since the whole reveal of his desperately bleak, short future had been thrown on him. Not a total life ruiner, that. (No, wait. It was.) It's beyond time to move out, find his own place. Way beyond time. Guy living with two teenage girls, he was surprised there wasn't some stupid damn law he'd been breaking.

He's not entirely sure how to do it himself. The concept of just going out and finding a place is still foreign to him, prison or not. (And really, he knows he's shit at that serious discussion thing, figuring it'd be easier to just. Rip the bandage off.

And maybe this is just a plea for Klaus and Rebekah to find him and off him already. Better than waiting to become some crazy asshole.]

I've been thinking of moving from the uh, shared place I've been in. Is it true you just find some place you like and move in?

[Does he have to tell the AI or something? Can't help but wonder how they keep track of everyone if they keep moving around. Hell, how do they even know when rules are being broken? Serious lack of privacy, here. At least he could pretend to have some in some tiny little box of an apartment.]

[So. He's here. He's had some time to adjust. He's wearing orange.

...yeah he's not pleased about that part, or any of what it entails.

Still. He's not one for inaction, so...]

My name is Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, I'm with the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI. I'd appreciate speaking with anyone who has a background in law enforcement or the military. Thank you for your time.

The festival continues. The dome's "sun" begins to set and the the sky is painted in gradually darkening shades until all is dark beyond the glowing of the lanterns and sparkling of the colored lights on the rides and games.

The speakers high above on the floating island begin to play soft ambient music and the dark dome flickers to life once more as projections of landscapes light the sky. They fade in and out every few minutes with images of cityscapes, deserts, seasides, mountain ranges in shades of futuristic, ancient, post-apocalyptic, foreign, and outer space. It may seem like a random assortment at first, but then the scene shifts again and just might take your breath away as you recognize what you're seeing. No people. No animals. But the landmarks are all there. It's a place you grew up or lived or worked or fought for or died at, and then it's gone again, fading into someone else's memory.

After an hour or so the scene shows another sunset and the sky goes dark aside from the sparkling of a starscape. New lanterns are lit leading a path to the beach where there's a large white open-style tent with a dance floor. Flames light the fire pits and there are colors projected upon the water so it glimmers in different hues. The music takes on more variety and life, perfectly suitable to dancing.

Happy Anniversary, Marina Nova!

The bots have been busy cleaning up the dome and setting up decorations for this momentous occasion, and by now there isn't a nook or cranny left un-pimped! Bright blue MarinaNova flags wave happily in the artificial breeze together with the colorful ribbons that have been wrapped around poles. The streets are illuminated by strings of lights and paper lanterns and each sector gate has been lovingly decorated with fragrant flower garlands.

Of course, that is far from all! There wouldn't be much of a festival without entertainment and your loving wardens have made absolutely sure that there's something for everyone!

( Let the celebrations begin! )

Enjoy!

[The last few days have been...something. Enough of a something that Bucky decided getting a drink in the early afternoon was a perfectly good idea and the Winery was as good a place to do it as any. He usually lays low, chats up a few ladies now and then, and spends time with Steve--but that won't be happening anymore, will it? He almost wants to ask what the point of being here is now, but he won't because knowing how things work, he just might get the answer he doesn't want.

He snorts at his own stupid thoughts, taking another stiff drinking from his glass and letting it clink-clack as he sets it carelessly back down on the table in front of him. He's sitting loose, clothes a bit rumpled and his hair a little in disarray. Messy, but not like he just rolled out of bed. Even maybe if he had.]

[Audio]
Time goes by fast around here, don't it? [He says it easily, but there's a bit of slur to his words, an edge behind all of the nonchalance.] You just keep going along, minding your business and in the blink of an eye it's like...you didn't even notice how things were different. That's probably what they want. Get us all cozied up and then drop the bombs.

[He snorts, taking a drink.] Think I prefer being shot at by Nazis.

[Sizzle and Sear is the location of this group therapy as described by the message. A few of the larger tables have been pushed together in a corner of the room, chairs all around them. There is food and drink--although there is a two-alcoholic drink limit--already set out for them. Particularly a large bowl of M&Ms set in the center that seems very out of place considering the food provided in this restaurant (do feel free to put some into a bowl for you!). On one side of the table is a box of art supplies. Paper, pens, markers, paints, glue, and even tiny cut-outs of shapes.

On the other end of the table is two stack of papers--of different pictures. One of line art, the other actual photos. That first stack? Different ways people die. Some of them may seem very specific to certain characters. The other stack? Strange images, some blurry, some bright, some very dim. They're may be people in them, there may be ceilings, darkness, a variety of things that may seem very random at first. But to some those images may look familiar. They might not realize why at first, but it could hit them that the photo they just so happened to pick up is the last thing they saw before they died (or had their last near death experience, no one is saying which).

At each place setting around the table there is a piece of paper with questions, topic starters, activies. The sentinels will let everyone know they will be able to leave sooner if they participate.]

( This is how you die )

{OOC: The Ways to Die stack has a picture for just about any kind of death ever, feel free to pick one and make up what it looks like for your character. This is a mingle, so threadjacking and talking over each other is more than welcome. Celebrate being dead!}

[The group 5 therapy attendees will all get a message telling them to report to the butterfly pavilion in Två Park in sector 2. When they arrive they'll find extra benches have been set up for their session. There is also a table with bitter coffee, sour lemonade, and an assortment of cookies. There are also several cards suggesting various activities, games, and talking points.]

( Possible prompts )

[If people choose to participate in any of the prompts the robots release them sooner. This is made clear as each person enters.]

(OOC: Anyone is welcome to be directed to this group whether you made it in time for the random sorting or not. Mingle style. Assume threadjacking and overhearing is welcome unless otherwise marked since it is a relatively small room and group. Even private conversations won't be super private. You are not limited to the questions, scenarios, or games listed above. Assume there are more!)

[Video | Open]
As part of my punishment I need to give a lecture. I figure I'll do it on the Defense Force. So, if you want to know more about that. Check it out this afternoon at the educational facility in lecture hall three. Open to all. [Not you, Tyki.]

[Video | Encrypted to Defense Force]
We've got ourselves some new digs. Still in sector two and not too far from the educational center, but free standing. It's one of those many empty building set up around the place. It looks like it was designed to be something retail, but I figure we can make it work. I've already found some dividers. Talk to me if you have experience building actual walls or magic wall-generating abilities.

Team leaders, I've got an idea of where I think things need to go, but I want your input.

Rebecca, you're in charge of getting dispatch relocated.

Zatanna, I want you to put in some security measures like we talked about before.

We've also been losing people to the dimensional stabilizer, so Derek is temporarily also a sector team leader. [Sorry, Peter.] He's already got a position though, so if there is anyone else looking to step up, let me know. Also, Faith will be taking over her sector. Teams are a little unbalanced right now, but instead of moving people to new assignments, let's just make it a thing that the largest teams check in with the smallest ones to help cover the sectors. When we get new people or returning people back they'll fill up again.

Questions?

[Action | Lecture]
[It isn't her first time teaching, so she's pretty comfortable at the front of the room going through her notes. The hardest part was deciding what to talk about publicly and what not to mention. The force has always been something of a topic for debate. Those present might notice she's wearing her large, metal wrist gauntlets again thanks to Zelgadis. It covers up the blue band at her wrist and they have claws inside! But if all the boys and girls are good they probably won't get popped during class.]

( Lecture notes: This is what she covered! Feel free to mingle! )

(OOC: Join the DF. Roster. Talk to me if you have any concerns/questions about anything! I turned notifs off for the mingle portion, so please tag under the subheads so I don't miss anything!)

[ after spending a few days under the radar, something very unlike cordelia to do, she feels like slipping back under those warm and familiar covers. cordelia's going to keep this short and sweet. kind of like how this place likes to keep angel's visits. she thinks it's literary - or hell dimension-ary - genius at its finest right here. ]

This tank really has a thing for playing ping pong, doesn't it? [ she doesn't sound impressed in the slightest. from feeling good to feeling absolutely horrible and alone within a day, cordelia's not really appreciating the way this aquarium reels people in only to toss them back out. it's kind of impolite. ]

Is there a reason why this place keeps bringing people in only to take them right out?

[ she mutters: ] God, I need a drink.

[Tony does not look happy. And in fact, he's doing this under duress. A lot of it.]

Apparently the punishments around here aren't all finger paintings and entertaining all-access reality TV. I'm being commanded by Forrester and Erhardt to pay penance for their idiotic system being without proper failsafes for a cascading power surge.

So this is the part where I offer several million dollars of tech support to the dome at large because that's the best use they can figure for an engineering prodigy. If you have any projects that need doing -- [ugh could this be more fucking stupid]. Just try not to entirely waste my time.

This is the subterranean version of being shanked, for the record. And if anyone asks me to fix a toaster I'm rigging it to launch your Pop-Tart directly at your face at Mach 3.


((OOC: HAVE AT HIM and make his life miserable, the more inane the requests the happier I'll be! I should add that any complicated requests are subject to mod approval. Also, anyone who gets Tony's reference wins ten squillion geek points.))

[ a smiling, professional face appears on the fed, now that she's gotten the hang of it. Her experience with Stark Technology certainly did her credit as did her training. There's hardly a trace of fear or panic in her voice at all despite how real it feels. ]

I am well aware this isn't a normal prison, but I have at least one question I wish to have answered. What year is it? If not for this place, then for the time from which you came.

[ because the technology is different, the people are all talking rather strangely and of course there's the issue of -- what she perceives to be -- aliens running loose through the dome. This was hardly where she had expected to be today. ]

[ As for Peggy Carter, it should be easily deducted by the video backdrop that she's in the library. She has been doing her homework today as any good woman should. ]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Spencer Reid: a postcard from Helix anonymous.

[PM had been starting her route when the power failed. She quickly slips on her ring--while she may not have special night vision, she does have improved senses. The occasional lime light as her body flickers in time-space helps, too. She doesn't feel particularly good about flying around with all the lightning going on, though, so she remains firmly grounded.]

[She really prefers to walk during her route, but she would also really like to get the mail done in a timely fashion.]

[So, PM starts teleporting between the apartment buildings to check and deliver the mail. There is a lot of groping around with her paw and flashing a neon shade of green as she goes through them one by one. It doesn't help that the flickering is extremely uncomfortable (flashy gif warning!!!) for other people to stare at for too long. It may, in fact, be more distracting than having a winged, dog-headed alien sticking her arm into their apartment mailboxes.]

[Voice]

The mail is all delivered! Um. If you can safely get to your mailboxes, I mean. Or have light to read your mail by.

Does anyone need anything? [And then she adds, just so it sounds more like an offer than a polite thing to say:] Flashlights, food, bandages?

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[ahaha I missed last week, sorry. Info about the postal service and mail submissions for Day 191 and beyond are here!]