MarinaNova Asylum

[ There's a sense of calm professionalism over the young Doctor today. Sure, there's tentacles in the sky and he's not sure where he's standing with his BAU family just yet but that's what work is for. To be a refuge when everything else is unsure. Needless to say he's happy to be here and will most likely linger extra-long after the lecture. ]

( In today's lecture… geographic profiling. CW: murder and gore )

(( 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. The attached links are a full account of the entire lecture so feel free to use them as topics of discussion! ))

[Earlier in the morning, Derek is running around the Defense Force headquarters. Mostly, he’s been acquainting himself with the updated roster for the Force, especially his Investigative Team. He sends out a quick message to said Investigative Team informing them that there will be a meeting that afternoon at three. It isn’t mandatory so if they miss it, it’s not a big deal. But they will be discussing a course of action to try to learn more about the prison.

As he also notes that his sector patrol team has changed, he decides to touch base with the new people as well. He’s not a huge fan of changes, but he handles it better if he gets the upper hand on it. So during his lunch break (street food stands in sector 0), he tosses them a private message.]

[ private voice to Terry McGinnis and Zero Kiryuu ]
Hey, name’s Derek Morgan. I see we work Sector One together and thought we should touch base so we know who we’re workin’ with.


ooc: The Investigative team meeting is a mingle. Derek will intro and let them know what it’s about, but feel free to thread with anyone in attendance. Also, anyone is free to run into Derek at HQ or when he breaks for lunch.

[PLAY BALL!

Or cheerlead.

Or watch.

Or heckle.

It's an event everyone can enjoy!

There are some traditional snacks on hand. No alcohol sadly, but you can still have soda, hot dogs, and popcorn among other things. The bleachers provide enough seating for those who want to see exactly how vampires, humans, demons, mutants, etc. all play together. Not to mention some of them only recently even learned what baseball was. Never a dull moment at least.

In the end, it's the Flying Knights who win in this fairly evenly matched game, but there was some impressive action for both teams It should be an interesting season.]

(OOC: MINGLE! This is event style! Just put in your header whether your character is in the crowd, the purple dragons, the flying knights, cheerleading, before the game, or after the game or any combination! Please assume there was adequate IC announcement of this event!

Backdated to earlier in the day. Roster. It is not yet updated with recent additions from the last Yuuri post.)

Oh. Come on! What type of a connection is this?

[She fumbles for a moment with the device, until she is sure that it is working.]

Hello? This is Special Agent Prentiss with the BAU. I would like to formally request any additiona; information concerning… MarinaNova, was it? Unfortunately, I am unfamiliar with any such name and would welcome any intelligence that anyone could provide.

Also… The one in charge of this place? If I could be sent in their direction, I would appreciate it. Or even if someone can point me in the direction of someone who would be able to provide this knowledge.

[A pause.]

Uh, hey guys? Any of you happen to hear this? Not that I can dial out... I can’t be the only one waking up from this crazy dream…

[ voice message sent to Garcia, Derek, Asami, and Enma ]
[For whatever reason, it takes a little bit before the staff sends out a message to Korra's roommates, stating simply that she is in the hospital and will remain overnight, but please come fetch her on the morning of day 215. Visiting hours are between ___ and ___. Thank you.]

[ action - early afternoon ]
[After her little break out that morning, Korra is being kept strictly confined to her hospital room. It seems like every time she even thinks about moving, a nurse comes by. The teenager is getting restless and antsy (she's never been the world's best patient). She just wants to go home and apologize to Asami.

Argh this SUCKS!]



[ooc: Please note that Korra's punishment includes her device not translating what other people say, so unless you're Asami, you're all speaking gibberish to her. :) Open to all!)

[Rogue is in the hospital because Oz's werewolf lost control and attacked her. She's a mess of bandages and stitches. One arm is completely wrapped up. There are stitches in her shoulder, across her stomach, on one thigh and from elbow to wrist on arm. Despite all of this having happened less than twenty four hours ago, she's in relatively good condition. Part of that is due to the pain medication she's on, but the other part of it is due to the advanced healing she received from Oz when she used her power to get him off her. She's also been left with a craving for rare meat, but the hospital isn't keen on bringing her a burger. ]

Guess yesterday's craziness is gone. [She noticed other issues with everyone else too once she looked back on it.]

Any chance I could get someone to bring me up a burger?

|| Closed to Oz ||

You all right, Sugar?

[ It was mid-morning. The sky was clear and it was a (not so) very blustery day. It was cool but it was always cool. It was neither too warm nor too hot.

Lukewarm.

And that was just how Bak preferred it. Especially since he had in hand his very important, extra special concoction of wonderful forgetfulness on hand! Bak could stand teasing, but even this was getting ridiculous.

Hefting the bag a little higher so it fit snug into the crook between elbow and shoulder, he stepped off into wild world of Marinanova and promptly had to grab onto his hat.

Opps. He always forgot about that step down.

Taking another step, he nearly tripped again, this time on a rock. Frowning, Bak starred at the offending piece of debris and then he kicked it.

And yelped.

And then held his foot, dropping his bag in a near blinding rush of ”Eeeek!” as he dived for the paper bag, watching as with a POOF half of the contents disappeared into the wind, leaving him sneezing and dazed on the ground wondering what the heck had just happened. Clearly, his own formula had been getting the best of him. It happens when one sneaky scientist messes with the formula and Bak spent the better part of the morning putting the final touches of the mixture together.

Heightened emotions indeed.

Bak will rue this day assuming he survived it. ]

((ooc: Consider this post an open mingle and the start of the Marina Feelings Roulette Event! Creating your own posts is, as always, highly encouraged. And, unless you got an extra hefty dose of it right off the bat (re: by being in proximity to Bak when it happened) feelings should gradually start to go haywire later in the day with strongest feelings in the afternoon and tapering off again as evening descends. For more info on the details, please go here. Have fun!))

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 213 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ sunny with warm breezes ].

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

Roxy Lalonde: Sex.

Inmate [ Zero Kiryuu ], your presence is required at the Kiosk.

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

((OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Don't forget that there's an event happening this week! ))

[ There's something subdued about the young Agent this day. Something subtle, brewing just under the surface that makes the deliverance of today's lecture just a little more mechanical than usual. He seems fine, well-rested and healthy and fine and yet…

He hasn't confirmed it yet, but he suspects. It's been too quiet for too long. Maybe after class he'll muster up enough courage to go knock on their Unit Chief's door and see if they really lost him again but for now he has a job to do. ]

( CW: rape and sexual abuse! Proceed with caution! )

(( 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. The attached links are a full account of the entire lecture so feel free to use them as topics of discussion! ))

[ although the morning's rain prevented them from getting an early start on setting up, quinn and rebekah have managed to pull everything off in time for the dance to start. there's tables to sit at when you don't feel like dancing or enjoying the surf, lots of hawaiian-themed snacks and desserts to eat, grass skirts and leis available for those who wish to wear them, lanterns and torches everywhere, with live music provided by quinn, oz, jack, lacus, and anyone else who wishes to get up and sing!

the only thing this party's lacking is the booze, per quinn's intentions of having this be an alcohol-free party. however, that doesn't mean someone isn't going to spike the punch when she's not looking, so if you were planning on doing so -- have at it!

so, go ahead and dance it up with your dates, mingle with some new cr, hop around, and threadjack to your heart's content. festivities will carry on until sometime after midnight when clean up will commence. enjoy! ]

[Voice | filtered from Tyki sorry!]

Hey there prison pals! I'll just take a quick few seconds of your time, but they will hopefully lead to a way more awesome use of your time! If you're in a mood to par-tay that is, and let's face it, who isn't?

So long story short, Derek and I have found the most adorable new roommates: Korra, Enma, and now Asami! They're all kinda new but they're incredible and we're lucky to be living with them. I'm throwing housewarming fiesta at our place this evening to welcome them right!

Anyone who is friends with any of us, or anyone who wants to just come by and chill, come on down! Bring a friend, even! There'll be video games and card games and nummy eats. Also, I think my main wall needs some redecorating and what could be cooler than a mural that has a little piece of everyone? I'm thinking we all just pick a piece of it and paint whatever strikes us! It'll be like a wall-sized patchwork quilt of awesome. Alas we'll have to make it BYOB because we're not allowed to stock that much liquid courage outside the restaurants. But I make a mean mocktail too if you wanna get classy and drink something hot pink out of a martini glass.

Hope to see you there! [She provides the address here! Note that Garcia's decorating is pretty darn epic.]
***

((OOC: MINGLE STYLE! I'll put up threads to answer on video then one for Garcia at the party, but feel free to make your own and threadjack to your heart's content! Attendees will find games like DDR and Wii-Sports types as well as Mario Kart type things (obviously not those specific things because 4th wall), a huge blank wall with multiple funky paint colors and paintbrushes and smocks handy for the decorating, a bunch of party-type foods like burgers and hot dogs and finger sandwiches and chips/dip, and also mocktails with little umbrellas. She even hung a piñata somewhere out of the way!

I personally am still in the hospital so I may be slow in replying but do not let that deter you from tagging around!))

[The video starts accidentally. Asami was fidgeting with this new gadget, trying to get it apart and now this.] Oh wow. It's on.

I'm Asami Sato, from Republic City.

I would rather not be here [a little smile that says she knows everyone must feel that way] but I have to admit this is place impressive. The architecture, the thing that brought us here... and these radios with pictures. I can't believe they just hand these out.

I'd love to know how they work. [Obviously, since she's still trying to take the thing apart.] And why they give us these things and let us roam around but put us in these outfits... [She's not a fan of the orange jumpsuit. It's less flattering than it could be]

[Her voice trails off for a few seconds and her face shows deep concentration.]Well, I guess that's it. Hi.

Now if I can just find the off switch... [And there she goes again]

✝ Action with Spencer Reid
Derek smiled brightly when he saw Reid walk into the athletic complex almost right on time to when they’d agreed to meet. He’d almost expected him to find an excuse not to show since this wasn’t really Reid’s thing, so he was really more than happy that he did. He’d wanted some time with his friend to see how he was really doing and this was as good excuse as any without being overly obvious that he was checking up on him. Reid could really just be happy that Derek wasn’t busting down his door again and pushing his way in. Improvement? Yes. Never let it be said that Derek couldn’t grow and change… kind of.

He stood up from the chair he’d been sitting in and picked up his bag. He’d already claimed a room to work in, like he usually did. One hand clapped down on Reid’s shoulder and squeezed. “Hey pretty boy. Almost thought you might not show.”


✝ Action with Rogue
For weeks now Derek and Rogue had been working privately with each other. It was actually working with her that had made him think about giving more lessons in self-defense… maybe even starting a class. But it was still just an idea he was toying with more than one he was actually putting into motion. Not that he would turn down anyone who wanted to learn or spar. He just wasn’t advertising it yet.

He was in his normal room that he occupied with a nice mat on a part of the floor. When Rogue came in, he smiled in her direction. “Hey, pretty girl. Doin’ alright? You get caught up in that mess yesterday?”


✝ Open Action for anyone and everyone
For the better part of the morning Derek will be at the Athletic Complex in Sector one. He’ll probably break for lunch and then head into the Defense Force Headquarters in Sector Two for a bit to do some work. Anyone is free to run into him in either place or in the in-between.

[ action - housemates ]
[Something is different about the dome today. It's not as weird looking -- it almost looks like Republic City. Which basically just makes things even weirder. The clothes Garcia bought her have also been switched for an outfit that looks like something the Fire Lord would wear.]

What is going on?!


[ open action ]
[It's one thing to say you're not going to give up on escaping. Actually making a plan to escape is something else entirely. Korra's not a planner by nature; she doesn't even know where to begin with a jailbreak. The sudden change in her surroundings doesn't make it any easier.

By late morning, she's made her way to the koi garden in Trois Park. She sits there, trying to meditate. Maybe Aang or Kyoshi or Roku would have suggestions. Unfortunately, even with her Avatar powers unlocked... meditating is hard.]

We meet at last, Lady Korra.

[She knows that voice... She looks up, horrified, at a terrifyingly familiar face.]

[He's had five days to get acclimated. More than the time any new situation back home would warrant, but in some ways Hotch still hasn't wrapped his mind around some of what's been taken as truth here.

He still has questions. More than he thinks could ever be answered in a lifetime, but he'd rather not ask for information he could discern on his own.

So he spends his time in quiet observation. He reads the network, familiarizes himself with the policies of the prison. The Athletic Complex gets a great deal of his attention - it's always been easy for him to work out frustrations with physical activity. It's not working to the extent he generally enjoys, but it's something.

When he's not there, he can be found in the pet café (a soft spot for dogs) or the library.

FOR THE BAU;

A message to meet them at his apartment, and a ping to the necessary location. He's set up in Sector Two, and they'll find the door unlocked.]



[ooc; feel free to run into him however you'd like, or ping me if you want to work something more structured out?]

[It’s Criminology Class time! And standing at the front of the class is not Doctor Spencer Reid. Nope. It’s Derek Morgan. He’s even sort of dressed up for the occasion in what he’d usually wear to the office back home, nice dress pants and a dress shirt. He looks completely confident up there, used to speaking in front of groups of people even if he usually has the support of other members of the BAU with him. This time he’s alone. And he’s okay with that. Reid asked him to do this next class and Derek was happy to oblige.]

Alright, let’s get this thing going. [It’s said loud enough to be heard among the chatter of the attendees. Once it’s quiet, he offers up one of his most charming smiles at the room.] As you can probably tell, I’m not Doctor Reid. But for those of you who don’t know, he and I work together back home where I’m Supervisory Special Agent Morgan. Here in the prison I’m just Derek Morgan. You can call me Derek or Morgan. Just none of that Mister stuff or you’ll make me feel old. Here in the prison I run the Investigative Team on the Defense Force and patrol Sector One. Anyway, Reid’s asked me to teach this class on one of my areas of special interest, obsessions… or more accurately, crimes of obsession. So let’s get started.


( In today’s lecture… )



ooc: 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 Derek has a thread HERE if you wish to hit him up. For more information about the setup and purpose of the class, go HERE.

[Wherever you go, there they are—sneaky and hidden and biding their time, waiting until they find you all two by two, and then closing in. Happy Mistletoe Day!]

(OOC: Read this for all the details.)

((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))

[Euphie woke up to an assault and injury charge this morning. She was only expecting one of them. Luckily, she didn't have to wake up in the hospital. She was there only briefly to have her wrist put into a splint for the sprain she earned in Sector 6 when she fell.

The injury isn't going to slow her down though. She has things to do at the educational center today, food to pick up, and she might be in sector four where she lives as well not to mention all points in between. Well, all points except Sector 6. She might just avoid that one for awhile.

So, why are you still reading this instead of getting trapped in a shrinking forcefield with her?]

[The nigh-unhackable system in MarinaNova is by far the most frustrating thing Garcia has ever encountered. It's been bugging her for weeks, but the shame of having so little to give Hotch when he arrived was the last and final straw. Since last night she's been at the keyboard nonstop, frantic to get somewhere with this impossible system. Anywhere. Her team is depending on her and that matters more than sleep. And so, here she is at the coffee shop.]

[She had only intended to grab a few triple-shot lattes to go, but she had her laptop in tow because habits die hard, and then inspiration struck...]

[Hours later she's still there, several empty coffee cups lined up on the table where Garcia is typing with grim determination. She's murmuring to herself -- or rather, at the uncooperative code she's trying to slip past, accusations of unfair play and then something about "bagbiting" -- her fingers moving faster by the moment until she's attacking the keys like they've personally wronged her.]

[Seconds later, she slams both hands down on the table, still addressing the laptop.] You are far and away the most stubborn thing I have ever seen! Don't be so smug, I'm not done with you yet.