MarinaNova Asylum

We need a Sadie Hawkins. [ seemingly unprompted, but it's been on her mind for a while now. something wholesome and fun that everyone can participate in without pesky age requirements or being weary of stepping foot in a bar or a vampire-owned establishment. ] It's a dance - not as formal as prom, but there's usually a theme of some kind involved. For example, my sorority at Yale was planning on holding a Phantom themed Sadie Hawkins towards the end of the fall semester. Our theme will definitely not be anything involving Andrew Lloyd Webber. Rebekah and I will be working out those details - theme, where, when...

[ because her original vampire bestie is the obvious choice for partner in dance planning crime. ]

Another thing: the girls usually do the asking for a Sadie Hawkins. None of this misogynistic nonsense of waiting for a guy who's never going to notice you to ask you to go to the dance with him. You get to make him sweat and worry that no-one's going to ask him and he'll be forced to go stag. But, since I know not everyone is of the heterosexual persuasion here, I say interpret the tradition as it applies to you. If you're a boy who likes boys, ask a boy. You don't have to go with a girl if that's not who you are. This should be something fun for us, not anything that makes people feel uncomfortable.

[Everything is normal.

Of course that's just reality, and there can't be many out there who can see reality for what it is at the moment. If no one was afflicted with seeing mirages then this would just be Kitty addressing people in her X-Men uniform with a backdrop of one of the many neatly maintained alleyways between buildings in Sector 2 while tightly clutching a stick in her hand.

For Kitty, she is in what remains of Sector 2 as she tries to lay low between a pile of rubble that was once a building and the burning, gutted remains of another. She believes the stick in her hand is actually a high tech blaster she got off of one her attackers. They seemed alien in origin to her, but "alien" is kind of a moot point in an inter-dimensional prison. Still, they weren't wearing jumpsuits and they had personal flying devices and were loaded down with weapons.

For you, the viewer, you might see zombies creeping up on her or maybe everything is black and white and she's dressed like a newscaster. She could look like someone giving ransom demands or have a face covered in tentacles. Or maybe whatever it is you think you see becomes a tootsie roll to you. It could also be you're sharing this very particular mirage and you see it just as she does. Whatever the case, beauty and everything else is in the eye of the beholder today.]

[Video | Filtered to Defense Force]
Sector leaders report! Does anyone recognize these things? They aren't wearing communicators and... [she ducks and then returns "fire" by aiming her stick at the sky and pulling the "trigger" until she looks satisfied that she's safe again for the moment.] Damnit!

Derek, get the Investigative team somewhere safe and figure out what the hell's going on. We need to get ahead of this. Combat units, protect your sectors! Sector 6 team, we're staying in the other sectors and lending support. Dispatch, we need you watching the network and working out where the worst of it is. All units stay in communication with dispatch!

[Video | Open]
Call Defense Force's dispatch if you're in immediate danger or injured. We need everyone if we're going to get out of this.

[Video | Closed to Reid]
Where are you? [Please tell me you're okay.]

(OOC: You're also welcome to run into her in action. Backdated to earlier in the day.)

[ welcome to elena's room. it's filled with things. and boxes. some things are in some boxes. she's thought twice about making this video, and then thought twice about making it public (klaus) but on her second thought, she decided to stop hiding in the network.

for the most part.

she's sitting cross-legged on her bed, mister teddy junior in her lap. ] It's kind of amazing how much stuff can accumulate here after a month. [ wait. ] More than. [ she puts him in the box. ] Books, clothes... [ her eyes look out to the space of her thoughts for a only a split second ] people, memories.

I know a lot of us are all working to find a way home. [ her included. maybe. ] I guess I was wondering why any of you would want to stay.


& private to zatanna zatara

I think we should keep our conversations private for now. Even if it's just something silly. It's not a good idea for you to have Klaus' attention. Even if Rebekah's already told him... [ she swallows. it may be a desperate, scared attempt to protect her... but elena's willing to be that, do that. being a witch might attract klaus' attention too, without her help, but... the thing that gives her more pause at the moment is jeremy, jenna - how she kept things from them to keep them safe, and it hurt them in the end. (she lost jenna entirely.) so. ] Is that okay?

& private to sam winchester

I wanted to thank you. For the other day. When we were at the library. [ yeah that's all she's got. it's not about the kiss, or the embracing, but it's subtext. he was there for her when she needed somebody, and he listened. wanted to. and it's more than that - the understanding, and the things they confessed...

subtext. ]

ooc ► taking a page out of lena's book and putting up top comments for all three of mine in one convenient post to avoid spamming the comm. feel free to hit any of my ladies up. previous cr is not required, as new cr is always, always welcome! ♥

Quinn Fabray | Glee → Out shopping at stores in Sectors 1, 2, and 3.
Seven of Nine | Star Trek: Voyager → Following the bots around the dome.
Sookie Stackhouse | True Blood → Waitressing at Merlotte's in Sector 4.

((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))

[This was the first morning Kitty woke up next to her boyfriend in their home instead of his or hers. Perfect day to go run errands and kiss lots and lots of people, right?

Don't worry. She doesn't bite. She might scratch though. She does come with claws after all.]


(OOC: Sexy times in thread with Reid. Be warned!)

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!

[Exhaustion and pain somehow turned his intended private voice post into a near-public video; filtered from Tyki only because Komui rigged his device for all outgoing calls. People might have heard Cross' rare quasi-nice behavior from earlier, but he was more covert about heading over to Sector 2 to make sure Tyki didn't actually kill the little bastard.]

We don't have good wine in the house. You should get some. [He intended this call to Rebecca, obviously. Bitching and moaning, as expected from Cross? Except that however pissy his voice sounds, the video shows him leaning, slumping against a wall, eye closed.]

[It's the first time he's kept Judgment invoked for this long since the changes. He tugs up a sleeve to note that the crucifix-scar on the inside of his wrist is bleeding. Stupid thing, don't stain his shirt.]

[Hopefully he can get her out of the house for a while, or piss her off enough that she won't care if he sleeps elsewhere.] Don't bring any of that cheap trash home.

((OOC: Cross might hang up on concerned parties because he's an ass, but look forward to potential threadjacks by Rebecca or Komui!))

[Action]
[Miranda's pet vulpix Lee is playing in grass with a few stuffed balls and bells, enjoying himself while Miranda works on the pruning and weeding her memorial garden. She's been at it for an hour or so now, but her distracted thoughts have made it take longer than it normally would.

Still, the thing she has in mind...she wonders if it would do any good. If people would approve or if last week was exactly the kind of reception she would receive. It's been sitting with her for hours and the idea hasn't left.]

[Video]
[She stares nervously into the camera, taking a deep breathing and trying to figure out how to say what she means in the most effective way.]

Um. Good afternoon. I know that things were um...very tense and not exactly comfortable for many people y-yesterday. And I know that not everyone will agree with me, but...I wonder if maybe the problem wasn't...having a place where we could talk about things, but that...well, we didn't have much of a choice in where, when, or what we were supposed to speak of.

[She smiles a little, awkwardly brushing some of her hand behind her ear so it wasn't in her face anymore.]

So I was wondering if...um, anyone would be interested in joining a...group that would meet every few days to just...talk? About anything! What you like, hobbies you had back home, or maybe even things that...others in the group could help you with. [Then she adds quickly.] I-It would be purely voluntary! And we could um...change the location or the topic and you wouldn't even have to talk i-if you didn't want to. You could just come and see that...we're not as different as we think we are.

That's...um...That's it. If you want, y-you can speak with me privately, an-and I promise I won't tell anyone anything you say in confidence. Thank you for your time. [She bows just a bit before cutting the feed.

...Only to turn it back on a minute later looking very repentant.] Oh! I'm so sorry! My name is Miranda Lotto. In--um--In case you want to speak with me directly. Thank you. [And she cuts it again.]

[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 setting may be familiar to some, either from personal experience or depictions in media. A ring of chairs set up in the middle of the floor of one of the Education Center classrooms, a thermos of bad coffee and a carton of stale donuts left out on a table nearby and a basket of brochures — addiction literature, geared towards the many different faces this monster can take.

There's also a basic schedule written on the whiteboard:

• Introduction - tell us your name and addiction.
• Round robin - take turns sharing something about yourselves.
• Open sharing session.

The sentinels ushering the participants in will helpfully inform the group that the sooner they get through the dayplan, the sooner they're allowed to leave. Good luck with your rehabilitation! ]

((OOC: Addicts, to me! Anyone is welcome to be sorted into this group even if you didn't sign up ahead of time. Threadjacking is heavily encouraged, since overhearing conversations will very difficult to avoid in such close quarters. You're also of course free to do other exercises or just chat away amongst yourself rather than follow the instructions! ))

[Don't look now, therapy-goers, but there's a strange thumping coming from what seems to be a storage closet. Also possibly some murmuring, or muffled laughter. Shuffling sounds. Definitely suspicious.]

[A little, gold flying thing is flitting around just outside the door, as if impatient. He's also chewing on what seems to be a cigarette butt.]

[The sounds in the closet are getting louder, punctuated by a nice loud clatter.]

[Look in the closet? Talk to the weird flying thing with a nicotine appetite? Scream "FIRE!!" and see what happens? Choose your destiny.]


((OOC: If your character wants to knock, yank the door open, or otherwise insert themselves, please be aware that they'll be interrupting some serious Cross-Rebecca foreplay WHICH WE SO WANT THEM TO DO. Nothing too R-rated we promise, just disheveled clothing and laughter/irritation... unless you request something more. /eyebrow waggle~ To thread with Tim (aka little flying cigarette guy), please just indicate such! o/))

Good morning, inmates.

Today is day [ 195 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ overcast with light showers ]. We apologize for this inconvenience and have provided you with indoor entertainment as compensation. For this day only, the museum will host an exhibit on [ Rhythmic Movement — An Adventure in Perspiration ]. Please take this opportunity to further your education.

Requested items for [ Rebecca Crane and Dirk Strider ] are now available for pickup at the Kiosk.

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking the [ Facility Rules ]. Full details of their punishment will be transmitted to their devices shortly.

Sookie Stackhouse: Property damage.

By request of inmate [ Dean Winchester ], your motivational exercise this day will be of the musical variety. Please enjoy the selection we have picked for you as you go about your morning.

((OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! The museum is hosting an exhibition on dance in any way, shape or form. You can find tap shoes, leotards and other dance related items in the gift shop, as well as instructional tapes, music and footwork charts. )

[She tips her hat when the feed starts. It's Dean inspired.] Heya.

Happy hat day. And secret word day. Even if it's less kinkier than it sounds in reality.

But before I dare you to guess my secret word, I've got something else to talk about.

[She swivels her chair around, putting her laptop's screen and what page on it is open into view.] I talked about making a wiki about a week ago, and I pretty much have it put together. It's not decked out or anything, but the bones are there for people to pad. If you've got access to the dome's intranet, check it out sometime. Took the liberty of making it [and she shows the address on camera as she says it aloud] novanotes dot wiki.

If you aren't sure what a wiki is, it's an editable encyclopedia basically. This one's about the dome, so info doesn't fall through the cracks and people can read up on stuff that they either have questions about, or are interested in. It might cut down on a lot of the usual chatter when newbies arrive. It's freely editable to anyone with a connection who makes an account, which means I'm putting trust in people to make accounts and smart edits. But I've got the ban hammer for anyone who doesn't, so...

Have at it?


Okay, and now you can guess my secret word. [Camera returns to her, tongue caught between her teeth.] Bet y'can't.

[[ The Wiki can be found here, as it actually exists/ can be edited though accounts must be made IC! Please read up on the OOC page there, and remember playing on the wiki does not count for game-wide activity checks. If you've got questions, hit me up on AIM at gravity blasted or ask ic ones to Rebecca, who'd be happy to answer as well.]

[ Nor rain, nor sleet, nor a creeptastic invasion of glitch-induced ghosts will keep the Criminology Class from having its first, official lecture.

Reid's been planning for this for weeks but something always seemed to come up — until today. He's spent the morning posting flyers about the class with carefully highlighted information about the where and when and now he's left waiting, anxiously rifling through his notes. Lecturing is nothing new, he's done it regularly for years but this is somehow different. This is with people he knows, about subject matters he's been relatively quiet about.

He straightens up once people start filtering in, soon falling into the comfort of the professional. The lecture may begin. ]

( In Today's Lecture… )

(( 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 ))

[Who ya gonna call? No one. This is a mingle. Now go get your ghostly sightings, possessions, and impersonations on.]

(OOC: Event details | Questions)

[The Blood Shack has been redecorated for the evening. The lighting is red and the decor is very Moulin Rouge. The bar has had a facelift of sorts and in the spirit of a costume party is featuring 'candy' flavored shots such as Skittles, Sweet tarts, Caramel Apples, Nerds and Tootsie Rolls. All other 'normal' drinks are available at the bar as well as a selection of synthetic blood. The decor continues in the seating arrangements. The entire room, including the dance floor, stage and platform where Eric's throne sits is bathed in red light. Lording over the entire affair is Eric, dressed as a Viking king. Instead of the helm, he's got a crown made of gold foil and cardboard. His weapons are the plastic sort and he's opted to go bare chested rather than attempting to make any sort of chain mail. He has a faux polar bear throw across his shoulders and is wearing a long, blond wig as well as a fake beard.

Enjoy, mingle and come as you want to be.]


ooc:: Mingle, start threads and make general merriment. This is all pre-blackout. On Thursday evening, I will put up a post blackout thread. Any questions? Let me know

[She had made plans. Been ready to keep calm and act like maybe she didn't even know. She wasn't too sure really, she was going to play it by ear. The fact that Cross was about to do something stupid but also particularly noble, and selfless was kind of annoying. You can't really get mad at the stupid part because of the noble and surprisingly selfless aspect. Letting him know she knew would mean letting him know about the frustration and concern, and she didn't particularly want that.

But you know, when dumb men go AWOL for a night it's hard to keep the crease from forming on your brow. Almost ironically, she did have her coding to keep her cozy. So she's coded, almost all morning. Most of last night. And now she stands barefoot in the kitchen waiting for coffee to brew, tapping her spoon against the counter top. A lot.

Possibly grumbling about men and their dumb AWOL tenancies.]

[Don't look now, Marina, but there's another flying thing around today! This one is smaller though, and far more adorable, and no creepy laughter just a bit of nuzzling the pretty women.]

[Timcanpy is in a state, Master is all weird and the Boy isn't around anymore and now there are huge flying things! You might find yourself faced with a golden, golfball-sized, winged golem that appears to be flitting around in a bit of distress and trying to get your attention. Or maybe he's playing!]

[His Master, by the way, has been stung and is relaxing on a nearby park bench with a cigarette. And he seems to be chucking at nothing.]

((OOC: Tim Time! If you want to thread with Cross please indicate such, otherwise I'll assume tags are for Tim.]

[It wasn't so bad the first time, late into the night when she woke up and they were still there. Close, not close, they were still there. Going back to sleep was comforting, it was almost like old times. And then she opened her eyes again and they were gone.

It wasn't surprising. Or sad. It was just empty, void of any strong feeling.

So for the greater part of the day she's just about chosen not to move from her spot on the couch, curled up with her knees near her chest and Clay's over-shirt on. Just thinking about the day before, eyes closed.]