MarinaNova Asylum

[Eric is behind the bar of the Blood Shack when the video comes up. He gives an easy grin, takes a sip of his blood and appears to be entirely at ease. No one would know that a week ago he was suffering from extreme fatigue, weakness and the bleeds because of the damage he did to the bots. He's slowly learned that this place can really screw him over if it wants to. He's wearing a dark red, silky button down and a pair of black pants. He looks like a business man and that's precisely the image he wants to evoke. There's also a red warning band around his wrist that can clearly be seen. Sure, he could tuck it beneath the sleeve of his shirt, but why would he want to do that.]

It seems I've found myself in an altercation with a couple of the bots two days ago. As a result, I'm offering my services to the prisoners at large. If you've chores that need to be done, anything from cleaning to running errands, I'm available. This offer goes out to the first three to take it.

Now, onto more pleasant matters. I've recently been granted ownership of the blood shack. It is still bot monitored for the moment, but I invite you to come out, enjoy yourself and make Marina Nova's vampire owned blood bar a success. For those of you that don't drink blood, I've got the appropriate drinks in stock. Mix, mingle and enjoy yourselves.

I know I will.

[and he's signing off]

[ooc: Just what the post advertises. Eric got in trouble and his punishment is to do chores for at least three people. He is fast and he can fly so make use of his abilities. For your enjoyment this is what you can expect from him in doing your chores.]

MASS MAILERS

• To Everyone: a flier from Kohran Li (for the Baseball Club).
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Penelope Garcia: a package from Euphemia li Britannia.

[As much as PM enjoys the exhibit at the museum, there is work to be done! She and her volunteers can be found delivering the flyer, or doing work around the post office throughout the day.]

[Please disregard the music CD playing the sounds of a rainforest in the post office.]

[Info about the postal service and mail submissions for Day 184 and beyond are here!]

[ action ]

Today there is a scene laid out in the amphitheater.

The wall has been defaced with red chalk: his Honorable Tyranny is drawn there. The stage has been drawn on as well: an aisle is outlined and angled, messy drawing of benches are placed on either side. A number of stools have been placed by the judge of this courtblock and on each stool and each drawing of a bench there are hastily sewn dragon dolls.

Terezi and her scalemates are playing a game.

( TL;DR )


[ video ]

[ Terezi is in a tree. It is very high up. She is sure to point the camera down: showing everyone just how high. The camera turns to focus on her hands, in which a purple dragon toy is clutched. Around its neck is a noose. She laughs. ]

Today, you-- yes, you!-- are witness to the formalized execution of a Mr Raisincloak. His crimes are severe-- possession and trafficking of a highly potent, highly illegal drug-- and so his punishment will be just. With no further ado, I present to everyone: Marina Nova's very first necktie party.

[ She tosses the toy off of the branch and lets it hang. The camera follows the motion and clicks off after a good, long moment of it swinging around. The picture is set to Terezi's laughter. ]

[Cyril is seated outside the ice cream parlor. he's dressed in his snazzy 1920s-era clothing, but more importantly, his attention is entirely focused on the pile of Legos (or brand name-less building blocks) in front of him. he has a number of airplanes and trains and trams in front of him, some finished and others half way there. Let no one say that the man doesn't have hobbies.]

[Considering the amount of Legos left, he has a long way to go. He pauses long enough to look at his half-finished plane, before tossing it over his shoulder and onto the ground.]

What's better - an airplane or a battle ship?

[She's confused....and lost, and what's happened to everything?? This place seems similar to before...and then not at all. OTL This means...it's important that she put all the training and skills she's been taught so far to good use! She's tried to ask a couple people about the condition of their hearts as well as her location but most of them have hurried off, been too busy, or cast her suspicious glances....

Why does this always happen...

EITHER WAY! Kobto Hanato never gives up! And that's why she's formulated a different course of action. Something straight... to the point, un-suspicious, and un-threatening.

So right in the center of sector one beneath a street light is a cute girl with a hat, sitting within a cardboard box. It's a little uncomfortable, so she's gathered a couple of loose papers to sit around her while inside too. Across the front of the box in large bold writing it reads...]

LOST

[There. Ioryogi-san will be able to find her if he's here and she wont have to cause a disturbance at all! All that critical thinking... she's definitely getting better at this being normal thing!]

[Y'know what's weird? Wakin' up with a big glass thing over your eye. Y'know what's also weird? Expecting a freezin' cold blizzard and yellow snow cones with Bigfoot and getting an eyeful of fuzzy multicolored animals instead.

Literally.

Which is why there's currently a round green butterball of a monster shrieking at the top of his lungs, hopping left and right and generally just trying to brush off the kittens and puppies crawling and dangling off his horns, to no avail.]

Get off get off get off! I wear a contact, I got a sensitive eye, I can't afford to contaminate it with fur and animal germs! Ohhhhhhhh, this'll give me hives for a week.

Sulley! Sulley!

[The communicator's long gone, knocked off several feet away and currently being chewed on by a very lazy piglet.]



( ooc: Have some Pixar, guys. Mike Wazowski from Monsters Inc., specifically! )

[here's someone who looks to be anywhere from 15 to 17—he's in the humble beginnings of a handsome man, but he's still quite boyish looking. boyish especially in his pouty scowling that's so animated it's almost cartoonish, and deeply teenaged.]

This is ridiculous!

[he's indignant, certainly—but he seems to reel that back a little, brows furrowed as he lets out an irate sigh.]

I guess I can't say I don't belong in a place like this...

[aaand there he goes, animated again, desperate gesticulations of frustration and all.]

But give me a chance to redeem my crimes before throwing me into some place like this, instead of just "replacing me"! How can something like that even be true!? Other dimensions—!?

Anyway, whether or not that's true... just what kind of person is responsible for the embarrassing technology of this "prison"? Who computed these "wardens"? Barbarians in the furthest reaches of space, far away from any sort of just eye... That's who! Criminals! Moreso than I, you're a bunch of barbarians, kidnapping people!

[ooc; have 1 (one) Albert de'Mondego of Gankutsuou! he's a naive, somewhat sexually confused French teenager from rustic-future opera-punk Space (circa year 5000). cravats and spaceships, yo. he's pre epilogue, post canon, so he's freshly out of a bunch of really traumatic shit, but this is blessedly distracting!]

[What better place to get the feel for a new place than the local restaurant row? Or find people to talk to, or just grab a bite and a drink? Sector 2 sports the Sizzle and Sear, a steak and seafood house, as well as The Winery for those who prefer a more drink-focused agenda. After all, what better way to celebrate being in prison than fresh yellowtail and a bloody mary?]


((OOC: MINGLE for one and all! Anyone, 4th wall characters or Marina regulars, are welcome to post and thread right here.

A thread index (with character's name and canon assuming I can find it) will be posted under a cut after a bit.))

[he takes a sort of steadying breath before he starts. He's not too practiced at timing with the communicator]

I wouldn't usually ask something like this from so many people that I don't even know, but... How do you deal with heartbreak?

I spent a long time getting to know someone, and I love her, I know I do. But because of the time discrepancies she doesn't remember the same things I do. Even worse, I was thinking about it... And what if the girl I got to know was her double sent here after she was pulled into the prison?

What is someone supposed to so with information like that?

[waking up feeling sick to your stomach stinks and Cyril never wants to experience it again. It doesn't help that the stupid screen in front of his face is flashing a message that doesn't make a lick of sense either. A life sentence for the shit he's done? that is unfair!! So have a very pale-faced man in horrible, blinding orange.]

So. I left the stove on back in my friend's apartment. Hope the place doesn't catch on fire because that would suck. Oh, and kill a lot of people. [p a u s e]

More importantly, this is the ugliest piece of shit I have ever seen. [yeah that's right, this communicator is ugly] I'm supposed to fucking wear this? Why? So I can talk to people? If I wanted to talk to someone then I'd use a telephone. Cause y'know, you don't have to wear a telephone on your god damn face --

[one long moment please as Cyril accidentally turns it off. He's from the 1920s okay HE DOESN'T GET IT] ...Why the fuck aren't there instructions for this crap.