MarinaNova Asylum

[There are multiple peg boards set up in Sector 0 today—some tall, some short, some on wheels, some long, some magenta with glitter! But what do they all have in common? They are covered in pictures with familiar faces.

Maybe the face is many years younger and surrounded by family or maybe it's a shot taken in Marina (version 1 or 2!). Maybe it was a time when no cameras were present and yet here is the evidence of that moment in all it's candid glory.

You could have grabbed that really embarrassing or incriminating one and thought you were safe only to find out there were three duplicates! Sweet, horrific, sad, casual, posed, past, or present—the wardens are good at variety, so enjoy!]

(OOC: Plotting post for sharing pictures people might find on the boards.)

[The video function flips on to display someone who doesn't make announcements very often. He's sitting on the floor of a nearly empty room as a small brown ferret explores the only remaining item in the room. A collection of colorful plastic piping that connected to Zero's own room and around their apartment. Zero had built and designed it as a holiday gift for Hikaru recently.]

For anyone who has been friends with Hikaru Hitachiin. He has apparently left the facility.

[The amount of loss that Zero has experienced in his short life has given him the ability to appear completely calm and composed in situations where he was feeling the complete opposite. Devastated and torn up inside at this loss--Zero didn't make friends easily. Both Kaoru and Hikaru Hitachiin had noted and understood something about Zero that most others could never understand which made them grab ahold of him and refused to let go.

For the short time Ichiru had been in the facility, the four of them had developed a bond that he'd honestly never experienced in a friendship before. And then suddenly it was just Hikaru and Zero left. Zero provided the kindness and support that Hikaru missed from Kaoru while Hikaru forced Zero to not take life so seriously in the way that Ichiru wanted him.]

...just out of curiosity. How many twins are there here in the facility now? You don't have to have your other half here. I'm just wondering if there are many.

[Action]

[Early morning, and sector zero is quiet. At this time most people are still in bed. It's still the middle of the night. And under the cover of darkness, anything wandering out right now is almost invisible to the eye.

Except... for those that see better without light.

Wings, silent and soft, flutter in the night air, stirring a light breeze as Yuuki floats above the tree line. Blood red, the delicate appendages are like that of a butterfly's wings, but much more powerful. For someone as small as her, they are gigantic in comparison to her petite body. They carry her effortlessly from the floating island and back. Night patrol.

... It can get a little boring.

Any movement in the area, and the vampire on the defense force investigates, even if it's just to impart a friendly hello.]

[Video]

[Okay, she doesn't expect anyone to be able to see through the screen. It's still dark, but maybe someone will play along if they're still up. It's more to see if anyone is awake and wants to talk, anyway.

She's bored and tired, and so hopes so.

When she speaks, it's quiet so as not to wake anyone. ]

I spy with my little eye... something that floats.

[The reign of terror that has been Caliborn's days-long fit has begun to die down, with mercifully no clear-cut rule-breaking to aggravate it again. Of course, Calliope has been the one to pick up the pieces over and over, with only the slightest breaks. It probably would have been smarter to just let Caliborn work it out of his system, and THEN clean up, but she's never been one to tolerate messes for long.]

[She feels confident in his ability to behave, and so she has come to the media store to pick out a replacement TV. She the white-hoodie-bedecked figure staring at the shelf of little sets. At least until the options all start looking and sounding the same, and then she flees to the movie rental area to look at what's available.]

[Audio]

... hello, everyone. Ah, and welcome to Marina, those of you who have just arrived! This is "Callie." [In case her soft-spoken, awkwardly non-specific British accent didn't clue in everyone who isn't a newbie.]

[She thinks about mentioning Caliborn's little display on the network the other day, but opts not to.]

Sorry to keep this so short and curt, but I've been, ah, preoccupied, lately. If you were in that therapy session with my "brother," could you do me a favor and contact me? Privately, please?

[The camera clicks on, showing a small bit of the cherubs' apartment, specifically near a window; there is a trash can in which something is burning, and the smoke is filtering out. Mostly. The glass is gone, but it has since been cleaned up, if the lack of shards anywhere is any indication. However, it looks like the room is a mess.]

[It is Caliborn who speaks, off-camera as he may be, and his voice is ever-separated from Calliope's by his spitting harshness.]

Hello, fuckheads.

So. Since it might be pointless to firebomb the kiosk. Tempting as it may be! We will play a different game today. Today, we are appeasing the bad rule-breaking juju. With a sacrifice.

[He dips a drawing in front of the camera—done by Calliope, and thus competently rendered and recognizably Aradia.]

Oh. Look. My sister's ugly art. Where did this come from? [He moves, still mostly out of frame. But his arm is briefly visible, and bandaged. He drops it into the wastebin.]

Good riddance.

Wow. Look. What a find! [He shakes a sheaf of papers filled with computer-typed text.] An entire essay on troll romance. Complete with horrific details about their reproductive rituals. Icky barf. I know just what to do with this.

[In it goes, too. Along with, apparently, a USB stick.] Ahh. That smell, those noxious fumes? That is the smell of the juju turning back to our favor. And, bonus? We are not sharing the same air as such horrific filth.

[He walks over to the communicator and ends the feed—for the prison at large.]

[Filtered to the Family Issues Therapy group.]

If you tell anyone our secret. I'm biting off her drawing hand. I don't even care.

Am I fucking clear.

[ As shitty as Dirk feels, he really doesn't like spending so much time by himself. It would have been fine, once upon a time, but now after having gotten used to interacting with his friends 24/7 (24/10? Marina seems to operate with ten-day weeks, he thinks, if the school schedule is anything to go by) it just makes him frustrated to be by himself.

So after having spent maybe 18 hours shut up alone in a random apartment he picked out after therapy ended, he decides he needs to hang out with someone. Not Jake, though. Not Roxy, either. He likes Dave, but he can only imagine how Dave feels about him, having been raised by his Alternate Douchebag Self. Aradia would be a good choice, but she was there at that session the day before when Dirk went off on himself. Ugh, why did he even do that. Fuck fuck fuck. Not Helix, he keeps getting existential around Helix and he's sick of getting existential.

So that leaves the cherubs, who frankly he should have decided on from the start, because hey, he's been friends with Calliope even longer than Jane or Jake, and Caliborn's always good for a laugh. ]

[ Voice / Filtered to the cherubs / Early afternoon ]

Hey.

[ Action / Open / Late evening ]

[ Sometime after he and Calliope get done hanging out, he decides to go for a walk. It's evening, there shouldn't be too many people milling about. Get some fresh air. Yeah, that's a good plan. ]

[Anyone brought to this group will find that there are tables set up around the perimeter of the room, one with snacks and drinks, some even with art supplies on them, while the chairs are all pushed into a circle in the middle. There is a projector set up to one side and it flashes images every so often onto the wall. Images of children, adults, the elderly with the young--some of them more formal, posed, others candid as the brief moments of life they were. Some of these images might even be familiar to certain inmates. It shouldn't be hard for them to pick out their own families after all.

In the center of the circle of chairs is a table with a large bowl of treats, wrapped candies of various sorts. Hard candies, caramels, chocolates, taffy. Beside the bowl is a set of cards with instructions written on the back of them.

"Select a card and read the question aloud to the group. Whoever answers the question gets to choose a reward from the bowl and then select the next card. Continue until all of the cards have been viewed or the bowl is empty. More than one person can answer--the first to respond gets to select the next card. If no one volunteers, the card picker gets to select a person."

The cards themselves have a variety of questions and tasks, but they all have a very similar theme.]

( Possible Questions )
{OOC: Mingle! These questions are not the only ones. Feel free to come up with more. Also the candy in the bowl is spiked just like the pastries and coffee, so the more characters eat...you get the picture.}

[Should you be lucky enough to get enrolled into this group, you will be led to the beach—specifically, one of the beach huts in a low-traffic area, which has been primed with an assortment of chairs organized in a circle around a table. All the delicious and comforting snacks and beverages you could want await you in the back of the hut.]

[It's a very relaxing setup: an ocean-side view, the soothing sound of waves washing along the shore, and the salty sea air permeating everything. Just ignore the bots hovering the perimeter a few yards beyond the hut. They won't bother you unless you try to escape.]

( Activity suggestions )

[The voice cuts on to someone whose voice is fading in and out in volume, as if they are moving the microphone closer and further from them. The girl hasn’t seen something this advanced before, but it doesn’t take much to realize that it is transmitting her to somewhere.]

Oh how interesting. Is this like one of those radios I’ve heard speak of? I had never imagined they were this…small. Certainly something capable of wave communication would need to be much bigger to catch the right waves? How do you fit all of the wires into such a small package?

And what does “video” mean? [Obviously she is looking at the side of the communicator only to flick the button. Suddenly the screen is full of golden brown eyes and pale blonde hair. She pulls it back a bit more.] I’m not quite sure how I came to be here, but this place is full of curious things. It’s nothing like any prison I have heard of. Your country must be very wealthy to afford it. How does the shield around the prison stay intact? I haven’t seen a Mage since I woke—

--Oh, I’m sorry, that’s very rude of me! Good morning, my name is Toul. I hope I’m not bothering anyone, but I do have some questions that it would be very helpful to me if I could have them answered. Has anyone seen a pale girl with brown hair and eyes and a dark tattoo over her left eye?

[Toul has been wandering for hours, trying to figure out whether or not this is a truly creative dream, an illusion, or if she is truly stuck in a prison. It's nothing like one she's ever heard of herself. She manages to come by the clothings shops in Sector 4 and is searching for things close to what she's used to. The jumpsuit just isn't comfortable. Too restrictive. It would be easy enough to run into her as she walks and expect that she'll definitely greet and introduce herself to anyone she sees.]

... So I either slept long and hard or I just fuckin' up and made like mist and evaporated for a bit there.

Either way: orange's still not my color. Noooo thanks. Baggy ass jumpsuit does nothing for a girl's figure. I look like a breadstick. A cheese breadstick, exactly 666 calories from the depths of hell's kitchen. Off the hook and uncontainable, the hard and fast starch diet of kings coming your way with a side of pasta. Mom's spaghetti. Luckily I don't give a rat's ass about shit like that, so I'll eat everyone's share. All of it. Fuckin' mine.

In other news, the god damned weather: what's shakin'? Looking all kinds of stormy gross today on the day that is also day 236. Days.

[ another day, another tox lecture. piter is his usual self today, observant and enigmatic; though he may not particularly enjoy all that tox entails, he quite likes speaking, and his voice has its usual resonant, melodious cadence as he speaks. ]

( ❝my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/my sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk❞ )

(( ooc: apologies for the delay; irl classes resuming really kicked me in the pants!! ; n; in any case: tox is held in an open lecture format, so feel free to mingle, even if your character has never attended before; everyone is welcome! piter also tends to pop into mingle threads himself, curious jerk that he is. q&a is here, piter has a thread here, and there's more information on the class here. ))

[Video]

Um... hello!

[Dressed in a elegant black dress and gloves, Yuuki appears on screen, smiling sheepishly. She's at the beach, which is, of course, a little brighter than she likes. But the location aside, she's situated beneath a tree at the moment, and would look comfortable... if she weren't, obviously, a little nervous. She clears her throat, and bows after a moment.]

Ahem-- today I'm performing on the beach. It's-- well, it's something that I have to do. [A punishment] But I've worked really hard. [And the wardens want it to be public.] So if you don't have anything better to do... you're welcome to come and watch. We'll be starting shortly. Aha-- at the very least there's going to be snacks and food! So even if you don't like the performance, you can remember the delicious foods, right? Mm! Thank you.

[With a bow she expels a breath and cuts the feed.]

[Action + Video]

[There's a shaded mini stage put together over on the beach, with refreshments and snacks around and about. Nothing too large, but cozy and there's plenty of food to go around. Ice cream and popsicles (which you can never go wrong with) in addition to more savory snacks, such as takoyaki among other things. It's bigger than the girl at the center of attention would like. But she's going to see this through, even if the person who had originally helped train her rigorously to perform the songs isn't here any more.

On stage, she's wearing the pretty black number that Hikaru has carefully picked out for her. And despite her nerves from before, she's composed now. Training in how to handle herself in front of an audience (granted one at a ball) has proven to help when it comes to dealing with a large amount of people publicly. So, as she introduces herself once more, and her eyes swim about the beach to find Zero, and the rest of her roommates, she manages a smile.]

Mm... I've worked really hard on the songs for today! I wrote them together with Sheryl-san... so even though she's not here any more, I hope that I can convey them the way she would have liked. So for those of you who decided to come and listen... thank you!

[Taking position on stage, she waits for the sound of the music to begin, before her voice rings out. Filling the air and network, emotions wrap and coil around every lyric as she hopes for and wills the audience to become absorbed in the music and the listen to her.]

( Songs )

[OOC: Come and get your emotions played with... accidentally of course! Information can be found here. Characters can get their emotions played with or become enchanted, and vampires can get affected with the... side affects. It's all optional of course! In addition to the songs above Yuuki will sing Celmisia (Lyrics), and Heroine Syndrome (Lyrics) People are free to post as Before, During, or After the performance.]

[ Although the other day was far from as traumatic as the last inmate influx, it left Reid a little pensive. Made him think of extreme aggressors, of 50 000 chess games, of expecting different outcomes in a game that would only end with check mate, but unlike a few years ago this is not a depressive thought. Instead, it makes him crave interaction and so he hits up the network. ]

Hey, guys. I was wondering... there's quite a few of us here that know how to play chess. How would you feel about an impromptu tournament? Nothing fancy, just... I don't know, anyone who's interested could drop by the library and we'll set up a few games. Bring a board, if you got one.

[ A bit of an awkward smile and then he cuts the feed. ]

(( OOC: MINGLE-STYLE! Email notifs are off, so thread to your hearts content! Reid will have a video response thread here and an action response thread here for your Reid-y needs! ))

[Here is the self-proclaimed King of the Planet of Sadists, looking extremely tired. Dark circles and bags under his eyes.]

31 hours later, I beat the game... I am the master.

[He holds up his DS proudly. Then he sets it down and holds up a finger.]

This wasn't how I was gonna spend my day, but I decided to be a nice guy and give everyone a day off from living in fear from my torture and sadist ways.

You're welcome.

Psssst. Got a question for all of you.

[ silence - background static - for a few seconds. there is the sound of a page turning, a deep breath, and then- ]

"If you were an animal, what kind would you be?"

[ guess who found the Big Book of Young Children's Icebreakers in the library. ]

[Video : Open]

Hello, everyone! I wasn't expecting so many new people so soon! I'm not sure we'll have welcome baskets ready for everyone. [Partially because Euphie has been here long enough to suspect that if this is like any of the other times the wardens will "fix the glitch."] But I do hope you all have a safe and happy time today.

Everything here is free, so if you need clothes or food just go to any store or restaurant and you should be able to find what you need. Tonight when you want to sleep there are three different apartments with plenty of open rooms. You're welcome to take any open one for yourselves. Oh! And be very careful to stay out of Sector 6. It's dangerous. Please let me know if you have any questions.

Ah, and Cornelia, if you're out there it would be very nice to see you.

[Mingle : Open]
[Are you in MarinaNova? Of course you are! So this mingle is for you. It's currently happening anywhere and everywhere. So, step up, plop your character down and be sure to mention where they might be found on this day of broken walls.]

(OOC: Tag Euphie: Video or Mingle. My notifs are turned off so tagging anywhere else just puts you on the mingle to play with anyone looking at this post!)

[The video cuts on and the video is immediately focused on a long graceful neck and a light pink embroidered bikini bodice that clings to the body clothed in it. Then it scrolls up to twisting, curling blonde locks and then to the high cheek bones, bright blue eyes and blindingly white smile. The smile itself is engaging, but one might notice just a little bit strained.]

Okay, so I might look gorgeous in a bikini, but being trapped in a glass dome under the sea? Sorry, but I don't fancy being one of Uncle Poseidon's new pets. This place is throwing off my feng...everything. Look at these things, who would want something covering up their good side? [There is a momentary laugh.] Sure, every side is my good side, but that is a little too much accessory on my face even for me.

Now, I'm sure this is all some cosmic misunderstanding and once it's all sorted I'll be able to go back to Phaeffy and spreading good vibes to the world, but since who says I can't rock it while I'm in town? It's not easy to work in these conditions, but I'll do my best. So does anyone need a little luck in love? Advice on mending a broken heart? [Then she gives a saucy wink.] A little boost in passion in the bedroom?

Oh come on, don't be shy. This prison certainly could use a little more love and bonding. If you don't want anyone else to hear, just drop me a scroll by the beautifully remodeled butterfly pavilion. And don't forget to thank your local Love Goddess. [A girl has to get her worship in somewhere, doesn't she? Anyone who comes near the pavilion will find that it's been decked with lace, silk, candles, flower petals strewn across the floor and there's even mood music that is coming from somewhere people can't see.]

{OOC: This is Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and she'll be spending a lot of time in Två Park in Sector 2, but she'll also be wandering around the prison trying to get a feel for it and spread some ~love~ if you want to run into her elsewhere. Powers are really nerfed so she can't affect the whole prison like she would back home, but if you want your characters want to feel a little more romantic and passionate near the park where she's set up shop, feel free! Dite is more than in favor of people getting their groove on.}

I am not pleased by whatever the fuck is going on here, and I would like for it to be rectified immediately.

[The look on her face is stern, she ain't playing right now and anyone who gets in her way of getting out is fucked.]

[For a moment, there is only silence -- Then there is the slight, soft sound that is someone putting on their head-set for the very first time. A voice is heard.]

-- Hello?

Hello, Night Vale? This is Cecil, speaking to you from within a massive dome one point zero three miles beneath the surface of what I assume has to be an ocean. Which ocean it happens to be, I am unsure. Have I been taken without my knowledge through a rim in the Pacific Ocean, in which a monstrosity that lives above this dome has otherwise taken my place? I doubt whoever that is has an as svelte voice as I!

From where I am within this dome there is a rich, thick garden. Along with this garden there happens to be a door which to the naked eye seems to absolutely not go anywhere. When I walk around it to the other side there is only even more garden! When I attempt to turn the knob I am unable to, as it happens to be locked... It is unable to be unlocked from either side, so there must be a side in another dimension where it can be. As for the garden? It is floating as if by dark magic! From my vantage upon this floating garden, only what must be the most splendid view of this dome can be seen by me. If only you could see it, too, listeners! If only you could see it, too.

As to how I am speaking to you, dear listeners, I have been given possession of a head-set, which fits quite comfortably upon one of my ears -- Oh! It seems that a greeting has been left for me upon it. By those who say they are my new wardens. I have been mostly correct on my assumptions, for I am one point zero three miles beneath the surface of Saylar Ocean within this dome, which seems to now be my prison for the rest of my natural life. This is what Veridical, one of my new wardens, has told me. There is also a list of the crimes that have brought me here and -- They seem to be in nice order, from what I can glimpse.

Oh, happy day, listeners! The purpose of my stay here is for rehabilitation, how kind of them to give a criminal such as I a chance to redeem myself in their eyes! There is so much to do, so much to report upon to you! Though, I am sad to say... That my darling, perfect Carlos is not here to rehabilitate with me. I hope that, wherever he might be right now, that he is safe. That he will not forget me, until I can one day see him again, whether it be here or elsewhere. Until then, I will just have to be 'okay.'

Night Vale, there is no way for me to know if any of this is getting to you at all. For all I know right now, this is a very realistic dream that I will later wake up from, then will completely forget about a few seconds later in the hustle and bustle that is my consciousness coming straight back to me. Until I know for sure,

I have never seen a tombstone that said, "Died because I didn't forward a message to ten people." That's because they keep sending them to me and I've been using their various parts as nourishment. No one has been any the wiser! If anything, they usually ask me for seconds.

Welcome to MarinaNova Asylum.

[The face of a wide-eyed, smiling, affectionate puppet fills up the screen, pure white save for the glowing orange that seems to radiate from it warmly. He doesn't blink, just appears to be moving slightly up and down due to its abnormal state of being. He's almost ghostly in form but not translucent or transparent like they show in the movies. Large wings spread from his back as he stands in the park, though the video only shows glimpses.

He's silent for a good while until-]

HAA.

HEE HEE. HOO HOO HEE. HAA HAA HEE HEE HOO HOO.

HEE HEE HEE.