MarinaNova Asylum

[Eridan is currently on his way from Sector 1 at the beach to Sector 4 so that he can visit his moirail, if anyone would like to run into him for a chat they can feel free to. Otherwise, he will just be on his way, until he ends up at the door to Cain's apartment.

Immediately, he begins to jimmy at the lock as he usually does when he visits.]

[Away from the bustle of transients today, Homura has holed up in a corner booth at Bean Crushers alone for the moment, nursing a cup of strong black coffee.

Today is a giant distraction from what she should be doing, what she cannot simply give up on - finding a way out. Yet it's impossible to ignore the flood of people across the communicator. Whether this glitch is temporary or permanent, there's no way of knowing. But the possibility of someone from her Earth turning up exists, so long as the stream of broadcasts continue. Someone she knows. Someone she might need to spring into action to meet, someone unfitting for this place. Someone who needs her protection. She lets the device scan for any broadcasts, watching some, skipping others.

As for planning...all she can find are dead ends for now. But she won't give up. No, she can't give up.

Sipping her coffee, the hot drink washes over her tongue. Bitter, just like this situation. There are plenty of sweet drinks she could have picked, perhaps more appropriate for a teenage girl. Something sugary, sweet, delicious. Something like a dessert without a hint of harshness in it. At the very least she could have added some sugar, syrup, a bit of cream.

But it's just as well. The caffeine can keep her going.

And the bitterness, well. It's not like she doesn't deserve that.]

A question for people who've been around longer -- is there any precedent for this sort of thing happening? A system glitch followed by a whole herd of new people appearing with an incomplete welcome message -- or even none at all -- and spared from the tacky orange raiment that is usually so lovingly provided? If so, how'd that go before?

I can't be here! [ Says the woman on the feed. She looks disheveled; unkempt and unmade and curled up in a corner in some alley, the bad lighting adding to the image of an ordinary, humble citizen of the Imperium huddling in fear and barely-concealed panic. She has taken some sort of stick or another with which to poke the infernal contraption until she could activate it to make this broadcast.

There is a calculated quiver of her lips as she fights for more words. Her eyes regard the device with mixed awed and fear. A fear that it might just leap up and bite off her arm if she so much as touches it, much less loos into it as it takes her image and plasters it all over similar devices on this network. ]

I've got a family! My husband's in the PDF, you know. He'll— he'll come looking for me! [ She does not sound too certain of that. Amberley doesn't sound too sure of anything right now.

Someone had better come looking for her. A kind soul, perhaps? They wouldn't leave a cold, scared woman alone in a place like this... would they? ]


[[ OOC: so i herd u like GRIMDARK marina.

More info on her profile, but generally speaking I won't have her do anything physical against a character unless you give me the O.K.! ]

[Good day, Marina. There is a man on a harness suspended from an impossible ceiling somewhere by you. Or maybe he's just running around in melodramatic slow-motion.]

Why have they arrested me again? I do not know!

[And then, maybe, he'll notice you.]

Hello, citizen!

[Thirianna can again be heard over the comm, her voice again carrying the strange effect it did the last time she prophesied.]

Many disparate souls flock together, brought to the cage unwillingly. Though the city of the guilty is always well populated, the visitors from the lands outside shall soon come in great numbers. The tapestry woven by the skein is always complex and intricate, but soon a great many threads will be added to the work.

[[ooc: Just a little pre-4th wall event prophecy with mod permission.]]

[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.)

[The video flickers on. Rogue is standing in what appears to be sector 0. There's a doorway in the barrier opening up and through it a small, metallic room can be seen. The video starts to shake a little as a robot, heavily damaged from something, emerges. There are deep gashes in the metal casing, but it's still chugging along slowly. Rogue peels off one of her gloves, uncertain if she's going to have to defend herself, or if her power would even work on a bot, but it's what she's got and this thing appears to have been in some sort of battle. She's not taking her chances. She backs away as the robot passes her without any acknowledgement.]

What the blue hell...

Private | Locked to Defense Force Members.

[She fiddles with the video some and locks it up to the Defense Force members. She's not on the Force, but it seems like the sort of thing they'd want to know about. She's following the bot, staying at a distance, but not letting it out of her sight. She's also getting the whole thing on video. When she speaks, it's a whisper. She doesn't want to draw any more attention to herself than necessary.]

I ain't sure what's goin' on but this thing just came outta a door in the barrier and it ain't doin' so well.

( Private message to Ciaphas Cain )

[So, it turns out that the museum has a gift shop!]

[And it is full of the cacophony of vibrating devices turned on high and set free to wander throughout the shop.]

[Cain just happens to be in Sector 5 at the same time. He's walking along with the air of perfect nonchalance, accompanied only by his dog.]

[Who now has a vibrating chew toy.]

[Yesterday, Kitty set up team captains who set up teams to explore the various sectors of their new prison home. It's a time for research and possibly dealing with threats. Maybe even encountering confused new arrivals. Not to mention team togetherness since sometimes it was hard to get to know your fellow defense force members. Not to mention not all these people were once members.]

(OOC: I say Day 175, but if you want to use this for Day 174 or even 176 I won't tell the temporal police. There are headers for each team. Use them or not as you see fit! ANYONE is welcome to try to encounter DF members to ask questions, pick fights, or try to arrange slumber parties. Whatever you're into.

OR! If you have a fight going down in one of those sectors and you want to link your post in there for that team's attention, please feel free!)

[Gravity. There was gravity. This was fantastic beyond any sort doubt. There was no way that this wasn't a fantastic thing. So much time spent floating around aimlessly, having nothing to do but count the particles flying past and listen to the endless rambling of that space obsessed sphere. Finally he was somewhere. He didn't know where he was, but at least he was somewhere.]

Hello?

[his voice gets more excited]

Is anyone there? Fantastic place you got here, whoever I'm talking to... I just uh, ah, er, Just wanted to tell you that I'm here, on the floor. Completely unattached and disoriented from any sort of locomotion. Yup, just sittin' 'ere. On the floor. Waiting... Waiting.

...

Could... could someone come over here and pick me up?

I haven't the slightest idea where I am, but there's, huh. Hm. A floor. That should be a good enough starting point.

[a feed flickers on to reveal what’s probably a familiar face--like Cain’s, but with hair that appears to be cared for, and for those of you who are observant enough to be detailed oriented, he has blue eyes as opposed to green.

he’s glowering, looking so unamused that he’s scathing, head tilted downwards as his eyes are rolled up towards the camera.]

Hello.

My name is Rion Steiner. Apparently, some of you have heard of me from Cain—the one who looks just like me. I’m... [he seems to start over.] Everything he's said... isn't true. I'm not like him.

[Rion is apparently struggling. visibly. his palm is on his forehead, now--he looks pensive, eyes aimlessly staring somewhere at the floor. he appears stressed. it's been one thing after the other. he isn't supposed to be here. not with them. not anywhere.]

...Birdman and Cain... don't trust them. Birdman especially—don't be fooled by him. I've seen their correspondences, and he isn't what he appears.

[he seems to recover a little, but damn if he doesn't still look pissed.]

I'm not slandering their names in turn for what Cain has said about me—I don't care about what you think of them—but for your own good, just stay away from them.

As for your opinion of me... whether you think I'm a murderer or exactly as terrible as Cain says, I don't care.

Just know that I am not like them...

By now we all know the situation. [For a girl who does a lot of network trolling, she can sound all business sometimes. This is one of those times.]

Suzaku is gone. We have no powers for the rest of the day. We have no warden-provided weapons or intel for the foreseeable future. So, we need to make our own. I think we need to split into smaller teams—one to each sector.

I made a list of team leaders from the people who responded to Lacus. You don't like your assignment, you can take it up with me or take a walk. It's temporary. Spend a couple of hours today and then hit it again tomorrow until we've got some idea of what we're working with. I know you need some time to find your things and secure your own housing. Now, team leaders...

Gino — Sector 0
Cain — Sector 1
Tear — Sector 2
Angel — Sector 3
Robin — Sector 4
I'm taking Sector 5.

Team leaders, choose your team. No fewer than three of you. Your mission is to survey the sector you're assigned. See how it matches up to the maps we were provided. Record and report any anomalies. Get an idea of the number of bots and sentinels in each sector and their movements. Don't engage. Look out for any potential threats. If you come across other inmates who need help then help them. The frequency we have now is a secure one. Use it to check in with dispatch to let them know who will be on your team and then report back every half hour with your whereabouts and any news.

Dispatch is working with Lacus in the educational facility for now. Sakura, you're with them. [Because she's not okay with you being in the field.] Anyone not on a team or with dispatch will be on call in case an emergency.

Gino, I suggest you find someone for your team who can fly or teleport when these monitors come off. We need to know about that island too.

Zelgadis, Reid, and Peter, you're with me.

Problems? Questions? Comments? Speak up or get to work.

( OOC Note )

[Perceptive characters may notice a distinct undertone of being rather pissed the fuck off in Thirianna's voice today.]

So this is what I forsaw.

It is strange that the threads would be so entangled for something like this.

I shall look into the skein again - We may be able to learn something about this new... facility.

[Filtered to Felicia, Gaunt, Cain]

For your information, I do not feel the presence of the ruinous powers here, either. This may be owing to the interference of this anklet, but I doubt it.

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.

[The last that this certain troll could remember, he had been wide awake in Marina as he usually was that late at night. There had been some strange conversation he overheard on his headset, when suddenly the power entirely went out and even his vision had begun to go black until it went out much like the power had.

When he finally awakens, it's because he does so with a splash into the ocean. Immediately, he sputters until he gets to the surface and splashes about until he is able to swim his way back to shore, where he pants -- With his lungs, glad that he was able to get out before he had to use his gills too much to breathe. At some point he realizes there are a few fish stuck to him and flopping about, he subconsciously takes them off his clothes and throws them back into the ocean. Thankfully, he looks up towards the floating island above him instead of right away at his strange change of clothes and for once listens to the announcement. Now that he was filled in mostly on what the fuck was going on around him, he finally notices the orange jumpsuit -- Horrified that this was the standard-issue uniform, he immediately strips the wet clothes from his body so that he was now wearing nothing but his grey skin upon the beach wasn't it wonderful to be a superior species with their genitals held inside their body. This prison didn't seem that different to him if like the last one it dumped him right into the ocean. Don't think he hadn't noticed the ankle monitor even before the wardens had mentioned it in their announcement, as well. New prison, was still a prison.

The wardens had mentioned a brown paper bag with his personal affects in it, which was close by on the warm sand instead of in the water like he had been just a moment ago, he gives a dramatic sigh of relief at that. Unfortunately, once he looks into it he rips it apart, there was nothing in it as Eridan hadn't had anything in his pockets. Now on a mission to retrieve his clothes so he wouldn't have to be without them for too much longer, he gets up and makes his way towards where he believes Sector 0 would be.

Once there he will search for his clothes, the strangest sight to anyone who spots him --

A still dripping wet sea troll completely naked without his orange jumpsuit on.

Feel free to get in his way at any moment as he attempts to find his clothes.]

[You're in a new prison and free!

Well, free to look around anyway. Maybe you'll pick your pet up from the pet cafe or search the pile for your personal items before someone else gets to them first. You could be inspecting the barrier around sector six. Did you just hear something scratching it from the other side? Maybe you want to find the nearest clothing store and upgrade from prisoner-chic to something a little more you. Maybe you appeared somewhere awkward and could use a hand with that. It could be you're just wandering around, familiarizing yourself with the new space.

Whatever it is, you're welcome to do it here.]