MarinaNova Asylum

Yoo!

[ Neil's in a good mood, despite the mess that he was in yesterday, for a while. It's only partly pretend, because he's got his family there, and nothing could be wrong with that. ]

Lyle, Kitty [ He'll assume she'll know which one, because sister, duh, so he doesn't specify that he means the younger one ], Artemis, Duo. I was thinking, we could all go to Euphie's picnic as a family, right? Tieria, Conrart, you're totally coming with us, too, because nobody's staying to sulk on his own.

How's that sound? Anybody have any thoughts of what to bring with us?


ooc: If anyone wants memories that they're part of the family, too, or I forgot anything that was discussed? Just barge in. This is going to be a trainwreck anyway, so might as well go all in!

[Have Euphie's smiling face on the screen. Kanji and I would like to invite you all to a picnic today! Of course we want to see all our family there, but friends and soon-to-be friends too. [That means strangers.]

You don't have to worry about bringing anything, but if you'd like to bring something extra to share or a game that would be fun or even just an extra blanket just in case that would always be welcome.

We'll be in Trois Park near the koi pond and fountain at noon today.

[There will already be some blankets laid out and pink picnic baskets with a variety of food—many of which have been prepared in extra cute ways like rice balls shaped like cats. You probably think this was mostly Euphie's doing, but it was mostly that boyfriend of hers, Kanji.]

(OOC: Mingle! Tag yourself in or hit up Euphie on video here or at the picnic here. Want to be a relation of Euphie's? Just let me know!)

Open Action
[It may not be precisely at the moment Day 330 switches to Day 331 that Aigis climbs out of the armchair she finds it most comfortable to sleep in, but it's close. What matters is that she does not want her brothers to be alone and that means finding them.

Breaking into the room of the person she cares about very familiar routine from last year, one that she performed every time she worried about Arisato no matter how many times Yukari tried to explain locks or privacy or dorm bedrooms or personal space. When she cares about someone she shows it by breaking into their room at night and watching them sleep, it's as simple as that. Unfortunately she does not know where her brothers live so she decides to do the only logical thing - break into every occupied room in the dome, one by one, starting with her own building in Sector 2, then working her way to Sectors 4 and 3 until she finds the right one. When needed she picks locks but otherwise she will quietly open each door and creep inside to check. Some occupants are sleeping and will never know she was here. Others may still be awake and very surprised by the arrival of a robot girl in their home at this hour. Or perhaps they will wake up to the sound of that lock clicking or sense a presence and open their eyes to find her peering at them intently in the dark, checking. Once she's satisfied she will move on to the next room.]

Closed to Conrad and Chekov
[It's very late - or perhaps very early - when she finally finds one of the people she is looking for. Conrad is asleep and she sighs at the familiarity of this all. The dark room, the sleeping form on the bed, the soft rise and fall of his chest she can see even from the place near the wall she picks to stand. She did this so many times last year, why hasn't she done it here, with him? The memories are wonderful but also sad, making her heart or whatever controls her emotions squeeze and ache with loss and longing for her precious friend. Of all her emotions this will always be her favorite because of that association. Things can hurt terribly and still not be bad if they are a reminder of someone important. She always did this when she wanted to be close to Arisato and now it's become a memory, something she can never do again. I will always be here, protecting you. If a few tears leak out of her eyes they will be wiped away long before he wakes up in the morning.

I will always be here, protecting you.

[Duo was doing the usual rounds that happened the day after newbie day. Welcome baskets! He was not carrying any flowers. Sorry. That just wasn't his thing.

He'd be contacting newbies to find out where they were so he could deliver the basket to them. Enjoy!]

Deliveries

• Welcome Baskets for Day 328's New Arrivals

Hey guys.

I was thinkin', uh... what with th' flower party and th' flood and everything, I wanted to remind you of th' Memorial Garden back in Sector 4. 's something we all made together, to remember people that ain't here no more or that're gone back home where we came from. You can use it for whatever you want, basically. So, uh... maybe take th' opportunity today to plant somethin' and leave your mark.

See y'all tonight.

[DAYTIME: Walking in a floral wonderland. Not to be confused with an actual wonderland. Completely different event. You could be anywhere and everywhere today and not escape the petals.

DANCE: The sector 2 garden is a little extra pleasant and inviting this evening. Gentle breeze, beautiful flowers, delicious hor d'oeuvres, sparkling punch, and music. And dry. Did we mention it's dry? Not a single flood as far as the eye can see. So, find someone and get out there and dance.]

(OOC: Event INFO. Feel free to have your mingle set up cover both aspects of the day.)

[There's fumbling before his voice comes out over the network, speaking in a confused tone.]

Hello? Is this thing on? Maker's breath I have never seen a contraption such like this before.

[But right. The problem at hand.]

Where exactly are we? We seem to be under water which suggests a powerful level of magic, to say the least. It worries me to think of a being with such power to trap us all here.

[a small beat and then in a calmer, less barky nervous voice.]

I apologize. I'm Cullen Rutherford, Commander of the Inquisition forces and all I'm really looking for is some answers.

If that wouldn't be too much trouble

[end feed.]

[After learning over the best way to use the new communicative device over his ear, Conrad believes it is now a good moment to sent out a message to all those within the dome.]

Good day to all those who can possibly hear me. [So far so good. He believes the communication device must be working. Hopefully. Watching someone else use a device like this one is definitely not the same as using it himself, this was definitely a learning process.] My name is Conrart Weller. Conrad will do just as well if you find it difficult to pronounce my first name. I come from somewhere far away as I am certain many of you are as well. I am new to this facility and given device.

[He'd use a pun at this point, but decides against it for the time being.]

I was briefly informed over the reason for having been brought here; however if you wish to offer more information that someone new should know, then it would be a pleasure to hear about it. Although, I do admit...there is a more urgent matter I would like to address more than anything else. [A short pause as he tries to gather his thoughts while he continues to observe his current surroundings.] I am currently searching for someone if there is a way to search for them -- like a list of names -- then I would greatly appreciated the help in finding it. I'm still quite new to these type of devices. A easy to understand explanation over the best way to find it would suffice.

[And with that all said, Conrad decides to end his first conversation here. It's been a while since he has spoken on a phone-like device. Either way, he does know it would be proper to end the conversation with:]

Have a wonderful day.

[The feed ends there.]

[Turning on an unfamiliar device and speaking to an audience of unknowns was not number one on Liv's new arrival to do list. It did, however, manage to make the top ten, because even after having her crimes played for her and her situation explained, she needed to talk to someone—anyone—about what she heard. And maybe she's not alone here? Ravi? Major? Peyton? It's probably too much to hope this is where they disappeared to, right? Not that she wants them to be in prison, but as long as she's having some kind of psychotic break or wild dream she might as well see some familiar faces?]

Hi. [Good lead in, but now what?] I'm Liv. Olivia. Well, Liv. It doesn't matter. The point is that I'm here wherever here is.

I'm just a harmless [Trying too hard?] assistant medical examiner, so I don't really know why I'm here. [She was extremely not amused to see cannibalism and necrophilia on her list of crimes. He was a zombie, not a corpse. There are some pretty big differences. Zombies can lie about being dead. And that's what she's going to be doing for as long as she can. Which might not be very long at all if she doesn't find a way to get brains.]

So, is there a morgue? [Of course she just want to know for work-related reasons. Sure...] Just asking. I don't really know anything but what they said in that welcome message, so fill a girl in?

[She'll just be exploring for now.]

[ A long time ago at the old prison Wolfram had discovered how addictive video games could be, so it's no surprise to see him spending his time in the new prison's Arcade. This time however, he is not playing his usual games for he found a console the other Arcade didn't have and he's spent a good chunk of his time analyzing this new gem.

The controllers he usually plays with can be held with both hands because they have plenty of buttons, but this one is different-- it's white and elongated, like it's meant to be held with just one hand. To test it out, he runs a disc that has "Sports" written in it, and pretty much by accident, starts a game of tennis.

He swings it back and forth to test it and-- ] Whoa. [ It follows his movements exactly! Oh man, this is so cool. Before he knows it he is completely engrossed by the game, though it's clear he doesn't really know how to handle the controller at all. ]

[Video]
This is so amazing! How does it know the position of my hand and arm? [ As he swings the controller for a demonstration, a little character in the screen mimics his movements. Swing swing swing. ]

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{ ooc: Come play "Wee" with him! :P }

[A bump. the feed flickering on to the sound of an alarm clock that blasts across the network. Through the side of the screen a lump stirs beneath a pile of thick blankets, while a hand reaches blindly out to grope for the offensive device beside the comm. Fingers miss, though, and instead circle around the device.

Sleepy-eyed and groggy, a short haired brunette finally emerges from the cocoon of warmth. Hair in disarray Yuuki rubs her eyes, entirely dazed. A wide yawn reveals the sharp point of her fangs glinting dangerously in the dim light of the room. Even with thick curtains, it doesn't keep all the daylight from her sneaking through the window.

For a moment, she blindly fiddles with the device, turning it around in her hand a couple times, before she realizes that the alarm wont shut off. Eyes cracking, she blurring stares down at the camera in confusion, before slow understanding dawns.]

... It's too early for this.

[With a thump, she collapses back into her pillow, one hand reaching out to slam the off button on her true alarm clock. For a moment, there's nothing, before she groans into her sheets.]

I hate waking up.

(ooc: Backdated just a little earlier in the day, but not much)

[Klara had followed the scent. As soon as she had passed through the arched doorway she had caught the scent in the air. It made her stomach clench and twist in a familiar pain. She didn't know why there was such a strong smell of that, but once she'd reached the small building it made a lot more sense. The building is dim and quiet, which she likes. She's used to this kind of atmosphere.

And she can smell it all in here. She looks around, taking in the signs and "menus." She doesn't understand. If this is a dream, then why is there a place that gives away blood? She wouldn't want that. Is this a bad dream? Is she being punished? None of her happy dreams are like this.

She turns on the communicator because she's heard the voices and seen some of the people earlier, but hadn't spoken to anyone. All anyone will see is a very young girl with blood hair obscuring parts of her face. Her eyes are somewhat dilated, almost yellow in color.]

I found all the blood. Why is there so much?

{OOC: Have a baby vamp everyone. More information on Klara here.}

[Action]

[Hiding behind a tree, a tiny, twelve year old Yuuki peers anxiously around the the thick trunk. She's scared, clearly so, and keeping mostly to herself. If she thinks she's spotted, she disappears back behind the tree.]

[Video]

[Arms shaking, Yuuki forces herself to still them while sitting wrapped up upon herself on the ground. There's enough lingering around...she has to try and find someone she knows. Licking her lips, after playing with the device a little (she never had anything like this before) she makes a tentative message]

Kaname-sama...? Zero-kun? Headmaster? Are you there...?

[Please be there!]

[OOC: 12 year old Yuuki! She's still human here =3 Play with the yummy, future pureblood vampire princess to be!]

[Toul was surprised when she woke up, even a little frightened. But so far as she walks around the new place she's found herself, she can't help being amazed. Everything is shining and clean and then she even managed to get something to eat from a little cart! That was almost like being back home. It didn't take long for her to realize that the strange device on her hear allowed her to listen to people and if she could hear them and see, maybe she could talk to them back.

She looks at the screen curiously and then smiles, her ears twitching back and forth.]

This is really amazing. I've never been in a place like this at all. Am I in Zannovia? There's so much technology here, I can't think of where else it might be. It's really lovely, but I don't think I can stay too long. I had something I was supposed to be doing, and my master used to always say not to put time on hold when there's to be done. [She laughs right then, amused by her own joke, even if it doesn't sound like much of one. Oh wouldn't Master Galin think her the biggest procrastinator for getting side-tracked like this. Impromptu vacations were not to his liking.]

Oh! And has anyone see a gr--I mean pale girl with brown hair and green eyes? Oh, and a really big sword. She doesn't like to put it down. I think we were separated but I can't sen--see her anywhere. [The fact she can't sense Saxa anywhere is really what troubles her the most. But she'll keep wandering around looking for her. She had to be somewhere.]

{OOC: For a better idea of how Toul looks, see this and this All important information about her is linked on her journal.}

[Tear is at the training hall, as she always is sometime before noon comes. However in a slight break from the norm, all the provided training weapons are still settled on their racks, she's not really working on physical ability today.

Standing before a group of practice dummies, she starts to gather the familiar kinetic energy, but silently; challenging herself by forgoing the aid of incantation for concentration alone, thoughts cleared from the forced focus on the thrum of the current circulating through her. No matter how troubling or persistent, all are indiscriminately shoved away. A part of her can't help but revel in that clarity, it honestly is a welcome reprieve considering recently. But... she knows better, it's just an easy escape and nothing is changed after. She came here to get something accomplished, not get false comfort.

Directing with her will, along with a slight gesture at the line of puppets, she releases the pent-up energy and a symbol-like spark flashes on each doll in rapid succession down the row before all ignite at once. The next second, the flames die out as instantaneously as they were formed, and she judges her work briefly... and starts to repeat, though with distinctions in each attempt: faster, larger, every other one, only the two on the end...

She'll be at it for a while, at least until the heavier strain takes its toll and forces a break, or the sentinel assigned to the hall happens to decide that's enough fire inside for one day and shoos her out entirely]

[Saya is looking uncharacteristically weak. Her skin is dull and pale and her eyes have the faint beginnings of dark circles beneath them. The hospital is in the background of her shot but she's walking away from it, not toward.]

Do you believe the bots won't let me get my transfusions? They told me it was a waste of medical resources and threw me out.

[She's obviously ticked off, but also very, very tired-looking.] What kind of place prefers people to drink blood rather than get it through an IV?

[ Welcome to Sector 5, home of the hospital, non-denominational prayer facility, memorial gardens, graveyard and, more importantly, the museum.

Today, the wardens are treating you to a special exhibit titled "The History of Self-Stimulation Through Mechanical Seismic Activity" where you can partake in such wonderful displays such as "Hand Cranked — A Guide to Historical Devices" (complete with vintage ads such as Aids That Every Woman Appreciates and Vibration is Life ) and "Bullets and Probes — Vibrations from a Universal Perspective" that feature devices from many different worlds.

Feel free to gawk at these colorful and sometimes frightening displays, peruse the gift shop (of course there's a gift shop!) or maybe just wander the rest of the Sector! ]

(ooc: Thread can take place at any time of the day, anywhere in Sector 5! Remember the rain and needless to say, those links are NSFW to varying degrees! )

[ faith does not exactly get excited about being openly and actively social. call it introversion, antisocial behavior, or just plain ignorance; she's pretty sure she just wasn't built to make buddies.

however, the move to the new place has dictated that she feels the need to reconnect. maybe treating the place as a bad practical joke wasn't the way to go. plus, she's pretty sure she screwed up enough to deserve the reality of the situation. angel had volunteered her for this defense force thing (had it been anyone else, faith would have promptly said 'screw that' and stalked off and away) and she'd found out that xander hadn't gotten involved. just seemed...weird to her.

so here she is, trying not to sound and look too awkward. she's found that acting fairly indifferent helps with that. a little. ]

scooby filter; video
Just so I don't piss anyone else off: who else is doing the Wannabe Police thing?


open; action
[ inspecting the new digs has kept her mind off of the scarier, beat-uppier thoughts in her head, and even though she'd barely been in the other facility long enough to know when something looks weird, faith will take what she can get. a shark in water, she's going to just keep moving and hope that it helps her survive.

she's ventured into sector 2, in which she looks largely uncomfortable and makes quick plans to head out to sector 1 for some calorie-burning afterward. the education center, library, and computer lab are all her primary targets -- and she hopes desperately that no one sees her there. she's not a brain, but she's tired of just sitting around, and she's not really the type to ask for help on what the real skinny on the prison is.

so whether she's found scowling at an unhelpful book, snoozing at a study table, pecking at a keyboard with her pointer fingers, or back at the athletic center to burn off some frustration, she's around and ripe for the bothering! ]

Oh, fuck this. [ this voice is pissed, very southern, and-- oh hey, doesn't that sound a lot like rogue? sure looks like her, too. ] You gotta be kiddin' me. Prison? Really? If this is some sort of fairy thing-- [ HUFF! ] Look, just let me talk to Claudine. I'm sure there's a reasonable way around this without needing to go and throw me into a prison of all things.

Since when did prisons come with bluetooth, anyway? ...is anyone even listenin' to me?

[Akito's already been busy this morning. AT and pets acquired, along with some new clothing, and he feels a little better. The jumpsuits were a little too much.

But now he has people to find, so! On goes the communicator. He's sitting against a wall in Sector 0, his pet dog curled up next to him on a leash so she doesn't go running off]

I'm...not sure what's going on here, but this is kind of sudden, isn't it? Two wardens, and Sentience-san is gone...I'm not sure I like this much. [He rubs his neck, unsure what to say] It feels like arriving here all over again.

Did...everyone come across? Agito and Lind both did, we're still separate too. Is everyone else here? [Please let them be here] Tsuna-kun? You're here right?

[Akito's not sure he likes this new change much]