MarinaNova Asylum

[Maybe you're at the media store or educational center to play your disc. Maybe you're just out and about somewhere contemplating what you saw or whether to see it. Either way, you're bound to run into someone!]

(OOC: Instant Replay Event Info)

[Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow~

Because you can't really stop it anyway, so grab yourself a steamy mug of whatever and build a snowman or snowwoman or snowporcupine or whatever you're into.]

(OOC: CHILL OUT EVENT INFO

[You have a lot of baggage for your stay. Not the kind you stuff free robes and toiletries into. No, the kind of baggage that helps drive the sort of scenarios you experience. Your fears and your hang ups. Or maybe not everything is about you after all and you have a perfectly random, horrific time. Either way, the adventure starts now. Ring the bell for service.]

OOC: Haunted Hotel Info/Plotting

[Closed action to Piper]
[The great thing about working with your wife is that when things are slow in the restaurant she's right there to keep things interesting. He steps up behind Piper, slipping his arms around her waist.] Something smells good.

[Closed video to Ianto]
Hey, can we meet up? [He'll bribe with pie if he must.]

[Open action]
[No matter what else is going on in his life his dog, Salty, still needs to take walks so this is a "married" Sam out walking and worrying about his "brother" Ianto's love interest.]


(OOC: Have you ever wanted to be related to a moose? Find out how!)

[ Have a recently un-deceased Charlotte Charles beaming hopefully at you from the safety and warmth of her kitchen! She's still decked out in the jumpsuit, but orange is kind of her color so whatever. ]

Hey! I, uh. I just wanted to let you know that I'll be taking over the Devil's Compass. It's going to be renamed into the Daffodil Dive- [ See that, Ianto? ] - and I'm going to be making some changes but... it seemed a waste to leave it boarded up or run by the bots when I've been working there for so long.

There'll be a re-opening party later on. Invitations will be sent out, so don't worry about missing it. For now though, I could use some help painting and redecorating and probably clean out the kitchen. Any takers? There'll be pie in it for you when I'm not quite so prone at slicing my fingers off.

Oh! And if someone's good at making signs I would be very interested in talking to you. Call me!

[ Action ]

[ Actual noodle Charlotte Charles will be spending most of the day down at the bar formerly known as the Devil's Compass, vigorously scrubbing floors and picking out paint samples. There'll be some changes here and although she doesn't want to exorcise Tyki's spirit, she kind of doesn't want the bar to be known as that-place-with-all-the-bodyparts.

Come help! ]

[Nico jerks awake with a gasp. He can still see Reyna and Coach Hedge staring at him. Horrified. He'd finally found something good, someone he could trust, and he'd ruined it. More memories pile on top of that one, crowding in and overlapping. His head pounds.

He feels so tired. Bone deep, drop dead exhausted. He could sleep some more. He could sleep for days. A part of him is afraid if he lets himself drift off, he really will sleep for days. Besides, he should let Percy know where his end of the quest stands.]

[ video | private to Percy ]

Percy, we need to talk.

[ action | open ]

[He shuffles out out of the apartment and into the world. He's blearily thankful that the weather is overcast, though he still feels it's too bright.

Eventually he makes it into a restaurant and grabs food. Not just a single piece of fruit that he'll only eat half of, or a cup of coffee, but a bagel and an egg and hell, why not hashbrowns? He takes it all to a table, and he goes to sit. And misses the chair. Or rather, he falls right through the chair.]

:: ACTION ::

[ About time for him to be dealing with something completely wacky. What's it been now? A month? That's got to be a record.

The last thing Dean remembers is heading to bed for a nap after checking in on Ben. Lisa was out with a few friends and wouldn’t be back until later. Dean had set the alarm, but that obviously never rang.

Scrolling through the various posts in the communicator, he listens to the random messages and takes a moment to watch some of the videos, trying to spot a familiar face. Dean has no idea what's going on here except apparently he's been imprisoned.

He's not worried though. This isn't the first time he's found himself trapped somewhere and it won't be his last. Underwater prison or not, there's bound to be a way out of here. He's escaped Hell. This should be a walk in the park -- a very wet, very muddy park, but no big deal.

Keeping out of sight, Dean heads in the direction of the apartment buildings in Sector 4, intending on breaking into one in order to get hold of a weapon. A silver fork, a kitchen knife, a hammer. Whatever. Judging by what he's seeing here, this place doesn't look like much of a prison and the folks, oddly enough seem alright — they sure as hell don't look dangerous for a bunch of criminals, but he's not about to take any chances. ]

:: AUDIO/VIDEO ::

[ As he's heading up the stairs in one of the buildings, he turns on the communicator again and decides to try getting in contact with his friends back home. Figured it'd be worth a shot, right? ]

Bobby? ... Bobby Singer? Castiel? [ When that doesn't work, Dean decides to verbally state the name of his brother -- Sam Winchester -- for the heck of it. It's then that the call seems to go through and he just stands there dumbfounded for a second or two.

See, Sam had died back home and it's just been a little over a month. He'd promised Sam he wouldn't try to get him back, but knowing what he knows about what it's like down there in the pit, he couldn't just sit around and do nothing. He'd tried everything to get his brother back, but so far, nothing had worked.

Well, nothing had worked until now. ]

Sam? Sammy you there? [ Dean probably should have made this audio call a private one, but he hasn't figured out how to and frankly, he doesn't give a shit right now -- so yep, this is 100% public. ]

Sam, if you’re out there…

[ Not willing to just stand there and wait for a response, Dean decides to make a video post. ]

Anyone knows where I can get a hold of a Sam Winchester? He's tall. A bit of a… a geek. He's my brother. [ That last bit comes out a bit shaky.

Dean had tried his best to live that life that Sam had wanted for him; or that Sam had thought he wanted. He'd moved in with Lisa and Ben and had gotten a job as a construction worker and you’d think everything was fine and dandy, but the truth is, he'd been hurting. Every minute of every damn day, he'd been mourning Sam's death. The nightmares, the paranoia, the urge to pick up a gun, to get back in the hunt, to ride out of town and never look back again; it was always there. He couldn't shake it, but somehow — somehow he'd managed to stick to that brand new life of his even though the guilt was eating away at him. ]

[ This guy's lips are drawing funny lines and curves which paint him a picture of NOT HAPPY.

Jumpsuits aren't his thing, unless he's wearing one for porno filming purposes in which case he'll be taking them off anyway. He could be bothered by many other things like, the day being two-hundred-and-thirty-freaking-one, or that there's a floating rock in the "sky", or that the dome looks completely different.

But no.

Gabriel lets out a huff, brings his hands up, then down heavily, shaking his head. ]

This?

This. Sucks.

[ He shrugs as a server bot handed him some sweet and spicy skewered thing and he takes a big chomp out of the thing. ]

'Least the food's still free, and it still tastes like it'll shut your innards down at any time.

[ He finishes off the meats on the skewer with a smack of his lips, and managing a bit of levity -- ]

So! When did the renovations happen?


(( OOC: Gabriel from Supernatural, with memories from his previous stay in the old dome X3;; Hello~ ))

[There's a pretty, naked woman in your hot springs, MarinaNova. The hideous orange jumpsuit lies discarded on the ground nearby. At least not much is visible when she clicks on the video.]

Do you expect me to be amused? If you think I'm going to be hurt by these accusations... [She is a little hurt. Adultery, really?]

I heard the message, but I'll still say this: Loki. This looks elaborate even for you, but I swear, if I find out you have anything to do with this, Odin is going to hear from me.

[She gives a small, frustrated sigh before looking straight into the camera, her expression softening.]

...But that's not something most of you need to hear. As I'm here anyway, I'd like to be introduced to you all. [Running a hand through her wet hair, she smiles a little.]

I'm Freyja, goddess of love.

—off me!

[ It’s unclear whose communicator clicks in, allowing for the view of one very petite, very pissed off teenage girl shoving a handsome older man away from her to be broadcast. What follows can only be described as a comedy of errors when the shove yanks her along as well, swearing up a storm as it becomes clear a handful of her hair is caught in the zipper of his orange jumpsuit. ]

Hey! Watch it that's... [ Dean laughs because however much he knows Saki can kick his ass, this whole thing is laughable. Shoved fist thing in the morning because he happened to cop a cuddle and now she's stuck to him. He'll have words for Conscienti, mark 'em!

... Just as soon as he remembers how the heck he ended up in Saki's bed. ]

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((OOC: Joint post for two former inmates! Saki is in this colour, Dean is in this one. Behind a cut only because it was unexpectedly huge. Feel free to direct responses to one or both of them, and threadjacking is encouraged across the board.))

[There is a very tall, pale, blonde man on the screen. He's wearing dark clothes and his blonde hair is slicked back. He gives the camera a charming smile. ]

I understand we're to be inundated with visitors today. I also understand that a sudden arrival here can be a disconcerting and that often requires a drink. I invite everyone to come have a drink at the Blood Shack in sector four. We've got a wide variety of drinks, both ordinary and unusual.

Come spend your day with us at the Blood Shack. We'd be delighted to have you.

[ The video clicks off.

Those that decide to take Eric up on his invitation, will find the Blood Shack up and running. During the day, a few bots can be found doing some of the mundane things like delivering drinks to tables, but during the evening Eric will be behind the bar and the presence of bots is reduced. The bar itself is dimly lit with small tables and booths places about. There's a dance floor and a stage with a pole at one end. The other end of the stage is occupied by what can only be called a throne, which Eric occupies when Spike is behind the bar. There is also a jukebox that customers can play. ]

[ooc: feel free to use this as an open mingle. I've turned off comments so if you want to speak directly to Eric, comment there.]

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.

[Earlier, Sam is easy to be caught unawares by the bots as he goes about his daily routine, but later Sam knows the mistletoe bots are out and he's not blocking himself off somewhere secluded. No, it's not because he wants all your kisses. He has a plan. The plan, so far, starts and ends with catching one of them to study. If he actually manages it then he'll progress to plan 2: the sequel. For now the hunter has new prey and a lot of getting caught potential along with his catching potential.]

((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))

[Oz is out in the open amidst all the celebrations. Going directly from a battle to a celebration? That’s a shocker. He’d just had Kelden in his arms. Bayarmaa was badly injured. So many dead wolves. So many dead Slayers. So many dead humans. And now instead of smoke it smells like cotton candy.

Oz’s reaction? He looks left. He looks right. His brow furrows as the memories of this place flood back into his brain space. And then…]

Huh.

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!

[Despite the icon Tony hasn't managed to get his full Iron Man gear together yet. But, newly free of his Bot Babysitter (too bad, Tony was just starting to get used to hanging things on it) he was finally able to make the adjustments to his flight gear and repulsion gauntlets. So he's doing what anyone cooped up in an underground prison would do.]

[And that would be flying around the dome at ridiculous speeds with AC/DC's Back in Black blasting on his headset. Not quite as ridiculous as he would prefer, mind, but there's not enough room in this stupid place to break any sound barriers.]

Someone who Laverne and Shirley like better than me should request some actual airspace in here. What's the point of manipulating time-space if you're not going to work the pocket dimension angle? [He does a sharp turn to avoid the dome, missing it by about a foot, then turns on the juice and zooms along its circumference.] Speaking of pissing them off, who votes I blast Floating Speaker Island to kingdom come?

((OOC: If your want to assume your character was watching from the ground and Tony landed beside them in a flourish of narrowly missing their face, feel free!))

[To drink or not to drink? He could certainly use the load off his shoulders, after six days of being here he's already gotten through quite a bit of work aside from the varied distractions like crap shoot therapy sessions. So he sat at the bar in the rusty spoon, idly munching on fries as he tried to figure out something else to do for this afternoon. Shame nobody hit him up for that call to company the other day.

Here was hoping his double could catch onto his patterns and come hang out. He's already moved into a new place, just needed some muscle to go pick up stuff to put in it.]

[ seven of nine is restless to the point of entertaining the idea of offering to repair this facility's mundane assortment of technology and appliances. hardly worth of someone of her skills, but on voyager, there was always something for her to do, some task that needed to be completed. she's a busybody, and idleness does not suit her. nor does participation in extracurricular activities without prompting from others, but in the absence of duty and necessity, she is beginning to understanding their usefulness beyond basic moral upkeep. ]

Penelope Garcia, Dean Winchester -- a word?

► PRIVATE | ENCRYPTED TO LIEUTENANT COMMANDER DATA

Commander, I have a theory about the dome that I wish to share with you and get your opinion on before I take my findings to the Captain. I feel a discussion in person would be more secure than one held over the network.

[ during the morning hours, seven can be found in various parts of sector two for all your action-y needs. ]

[Jack's been here a couple of hours. He spent the first hour disbelieving and furious, but wary of letting that show too much after his initial, instinctive bout of yelling – which he didn't broadcast, although sorely tempted to, because he's been kidnapped before and he doesn't want to get in too much trouble until he knows far better what he's up against. So he kept his head down and started exploring to get the lay of the land and find out what he had to work with here.

[And then he found the beach. He'd never lost his love of the sea from growing up beside an ocean, and he was out of the horrible orange jumpsuit and into the water before he'd even thought about it. Even if the waves and the sun on his back weren't quite natural, an hour or so of vigorous swimming calmed him down a lot. Enough to make his first transmission on the network with a decent amount of composure and a fair imitation of his normal cocky grin.

[He's still naked, by the way. It's kind of lucky (or maybe not, depending on your point of view) that the video doesn't extend below the waist. Not that Jack cares what you see. He's sprawled on the beach, the waves breaking gently behind him, feeling the sun on his tanned skin, and he's smiling. After all these years of practice, it's a pretty convincing smile.]

So. MarinaNova. [He rolls the name around his mouth, trying it out.] What've we got? Any hot babes here? Or hot guys – I'm really not picky. Maybe some Italian stud who actually looks good in orange? There'd better be something good to pass the time if I'm supposed to be here for the rest of my life!