MarinaNova Asylum

[Wake up and smell the lack of coffee. You're on a bunk bed. Maybe you're a top and maybe you're a bottom. There are five other people in your room. Maybe they're friends or enemies or faces you barely recognize if at all. It doesn't matter much. You can leave this room and you don't need to come back to it.

You should get your rations though. You're probably hungry. You're definitely a little sluggish of body. What happened to that bruise you got sparing yesterday? What happened to your newly dyed hair? Mystery, mystery... Move along. Find the public bathrooms and do your business with a hundred of your closest friends.

Find the kiosk and get your rations. Careful not to let anyone steal them. You won't get more until tomorrow and the bots won't care. They aren't here to hold your hand. If you get sick or hurt and they deem it necessary they will take you to the hospital whether you wish it or not. But why dwell on such things? You're here now and you might as well enjoy it. You even get a free day today.]

(OOC: OOC info. This mingle takes place in the Main shelter over the morning hours.

[ Danger! Danger, Will Robinson! The dome is under attack and whether you like it or not, all inmates need to gather at the designated safe zones! Just follow the flashing lights and try not to go deaf from the blaring sirens.

And then? Then we wait and pray that the dome glass doesn't break. ]

(OOC: Links! Sector 1: Main Athletic Complex | Sector 2: The Education Center | Sector 3: Pa-Ching Arcade | Sector 4: The Movie Theater | Sector 5: The Museum

OOC Information | Veridical's announcement

[It's a rainy day, but Richie is in a good mood because kung fu movies at the theater. Best kind of way to spend the day. But it's not as fun doing it alone when you can do it with friends or random strangers. Especially when it's the kind of movies you can laugh about because they're so terrible they're great. It's early afternoon and he's loitering a bit in the lobby before getting on the network.]

It's dreary outside, but that doesn't mean we can't do something fun, right? If they're going to show kung fu flix, we should be taking advantage of it. Watching classic kung fu with the terrible voice overs is almost as fun as watching cheesy horror movies. Anybody want to join me? We can make a marathon of it. Ko, bro, you should definitely swing by.

If you get here soon you'll catch the big end fight of The Booming Insect, and you won't miss the beginning of Master of Swinging Death Trap.

{OOC: Come on and all to the movie mingle! These two movies shown above and these other three are the ones Richie will be watching. Anyone is welcome to join and mingle amongst themselves. If you want to speak to Richie direct just tag action or video on the thread I'm including below.}

[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.)

Let's play baseball tomorrow!

You know, instead of practice, let's just have a game even if the teams are a little short. And people should join so they're tall again! Tall wasn't really the right word.

Is tomorrow too soon? [Kind of to himself.]

Hikaru, is tomorrow too soon? [Less to himself and more to Hikaru.] We really need a manager again. Does anyone want to manage? Or play?

Oh, is this okay with the cheerleaders too I guess?

(OOC: Backdated to late afternoon.)

[action]
[Bart didn't know which was worse: waking up in prison, losing his superpowers, or receiving the ugliest jumpsuit known to mankind. He wasn't a stranger to law enforcement, having been on both sides of the equation, but Marina's new territory. It's like the sick, twisted love child of Atlantis and Belle Reve (complete with free ankle monitor! all yours for the grand price of your freedom!)

Unable to take off the monitor, Bart had settled for turning off his comm device and heading to the nearest clothing store. Thank god he'd woken up in Sector 4 - running would've been a pain in the neck. Unfortunately, he also doesn't have cash.

He wouldn't steal under any other circumstance, but people usually expect cash. That's just how capitalism works! If anyone asks, they never saw him. Of course not, because the kid who entered in a jumpsuit and the kid who left in a red t-shirt and white jeans aren't the same person. Absolutely not. Especially since that second kid had already dumped his prison jumpsuit into one of the inventory bins.

It would've been the perfect crime not that he knows everything's free, but his conscience is making his heart race again... and of course, the second he tries to leave, he hits the door face-first and falls hard onto the floor (activating his voice feed in the process). Goddammit.]

[voice]
OW.

Oh hey, this thing's on... [Bart fiddles with the feed some more, before hastily adding:] Ignore the man behind the emerald curtain, y'all. No - seriously, I'm not the tech guy, that's kind of Chloe's thing. I barely understood Twitter, I don't particularly get Facebook, and these wardens expect me to use this thing without breaking it? Or well, it seems simple enough, it's just... you know, prison tech. The last prison didn't have tech nearly this sophisticated.

[He's speaking rapidly about how much tech isn't his thing, even without his super-speed, until he remembers where he is. Bart coughs.] Right, sorry, fair people of Marina Novella. Nova? Marina Telenovela? Whatever we're called, I'll catch you on the flipside. Assuming that, you know, I don't get out of here on parole first.

[The first thing that registers is that this is definitely not where she fell asleep. She's been to the beach, sure, but there's no way in hell she'd sleep there. Then there's the part of her that can't remember falling asleep at all, and for a moment she absolutely swears that this place is just fucking with her...until she sees her reflection in the water. Those are definitely freaky white eyes. Fucking perfect.

Under ordinary circumstances, she'd be pissed. These particular circumstances, though, and the killer headache she has, she's absolutely livid.]

Hey! Code-for-brains! Both of you fuckers, you know who you are – Veridi-whatsit and who-cares. I know you’re listening so get your nonexistent fingers out of your nonexistent sponge clots and pay close fucking attention because I ain’t going to say this again!

I am going to kill you. I don’t care that that's technically impossible because you’re computers, I am going to find your mainframes or whatever the hell you have and tear them apart bit. By. Bit. Maybe even set the pieces on fire! Because I don’t know what kind of sick game you think you’re playing, I don't even care, but either you’re fucking with my memories – which I have reason [the fact that she woke up dead] to believe is unlikely! – oooooooor I was about to do something more important than you’ll ever know or appreciate. And I’m going to go back and finish what I’ve started, and I don't care what I have to do to do that!

[Tantrum over, it's a while before Vriska clicks her communicator back on, sounding somewhat calmer.]

…If any of you losers I knew from back home are still here, report in. I mean, I haven’t been paying attention or anything, but I haven’t heard from any of you in long enough that I’m almost worried. Almost.

[Another pause.] And John…never mind. Forget it. [What is she supposed to say? “I’m sorry”? Sorry for what? Sorry he thinks she’s dangerous? That’s stupid. She hasn't got anything to apologize for, and even if what he said to her was upsetting, it's not like there's jack shit she can do about it anyway. Besides which, she’s sure he wouldn’t remember. And who even cares.]

[ 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!))

[ 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! ]

Yesterday was weird even for this place. I'm still not sure why the ducks were wearing pants.

Mm, but at least it stopped which is good because we're having baseball practice today! So, meet me out at the practice fields if you want to join a team. We're a little short, so it would be great to get some more players before we have our first game in the new prison!

(OOC: Respond to Yuuri's video here. Otherwise, you can use the action as a mingle to play with other players or potential players or lurkers. Team Roster. Backdated to IC afternoon.)

( It's like a movie; it's a B movie show )

[And thus we have ourselves an event. Details here.]

[The feed opens up with a close up of Helix's face and he's looking past the camera to someone else, who's holding the device.]

Okay, back up. [They comply and the view reveals that the teen is sitting at a piano.]

How's this?

[Some of you might recognize the soft, southern drawl as Aidan behind the communicator.

Helix nods and breaths deep before settling down on the bench, fingers hovering over the keys. He should probably address everyone and tell them what he's doing, but he thinks it's pretty obvious. So instead, he just starts playing this beautiful piece.

A certain Noah broke his wrist the other day but it seems to be working perfectly now. And when he's finished he closes his eyes, breathes out once more as if coming out of a meditative trance and turns to retrieve his communicator from Aidan.]

That's it. Punishment fulfilled. Carry on.

[And the feed is shut off.]

It's occurred to me that we're all stuck. Literally. I realize that I'm really slow with not having noticed this sooner. I'll admit, I'm oblivious and don't notice a lot of things, even when they're right in front of me.

What I've realized is that all the future plans Kaoru and I were making together, the accomplishments we have set for ourselves, none of them can be achieved here. We can't reach any of our goals here. Not only do I not have Kaoru, but the things we wanted to do with our lives aren't doable here. One may say that it's just not true; absolutely anything is possible if you have the determination to make it so. But that's not at all what I mean.

I can't possibly turn this place into anything we've ever fantisized about, and for what reason should I bother? We don't need to do anything here other than exist. I don't understand why anyone chooses to become a business owner in this place. Is it only to have something to do? Is it because you were a business owner back home, and it's your way of attempting to make this place feel more like home? There couldn't possibly be anything else to gain from putting in work of that level.

[Waking up is always disorienting for Peter. Waking up in an unfamiliar place wearing clothes that aren’t his is nearly panic inducing. It’s enough that he doesn’t really absorb or register the welcome message that is presented to him. His mind jumps to conclusions: maybe what happened to Dr. Connors is happening to him; the spider DNA is taking over the human DNA and he’s blacking out. Maybe the police caught him and he has a massive head injury, which is why he can’t remember how he got here wearing a prison jumpsuit.

Except…except when he looks around, this isn’t like any prison he’s ever seen, any he’s ever heard of. Once he calms down, he notices that he’s nearly deaf and blind which brings about a fresh wave of panic during which he realizes he’s neither deaf or blind, he’s simply lacking all the spidey senses he’s become so accustomed to. After some experimentation involving doorknobs and benches, he discovers that his super strength is gone as well. It becomes apparent his balance has returned to normal pre-bite clumsy when he trips over his own feet walking over to sit on the bench he’d just been trying to mutilate. That’s when he finally pays attention the information he’s been given and figures out (to a degree) what’s going on. He doesn’t contact the network quite yet though. Instead, he liberates a pair of jeans, a tee shirt, tennis shoes and a hoody, changes into them and hits the food stands. It’s only after he’s dressed and has been fed that he decides to navigate the network. At least his tech knowledge and ability hasn’t been stripped from him.]

And suddenly I’m in Sci-Fi Land, which I always thought should be a real place in Disneyland. I mean they’ve got Tomorrowland, but who are we kidding? It didn’t look anything like what I imagined the future would be. They could bling it out with tech and holograms, all kinds of shiny things and lights, people walking around in too much latex. Maybe an alien or two, the friendly sort…

[He stops rambling and his brow furrows a moment.] That—that got away from me. Any chance Oscorp has their fingers in this?

[ He’d question NYPD because they want Spiderman gone as much as anyone, but he doesn’t think they have the juice or funds to make that happen, not to mention that as far as he knows, they don’t know Peter Parker and Spiderman are one and the same.]

[ooc: If you’d like to action, you can catch Peter in sector 0 wearing the orange jumpsuit, trying to break a bench or a doorknob or a something. You can come upon him sitting on the bench and learning all about Marinanova or shopping in the clothing stores or scarfing down an incredible amount of food at any number of street vendors]

[ Evening, MarinaNova! Ferris Bueller is all up on your network, smiling brightly at you all. Happen to notice where he is? It's the arcade, this time. ]

You know, I'm a pretty strong believer in joy shared being amplified. If you enjoy doing something, you should share that enjoyment; it's infectious, people are happy when they see other people happy - that goes from your happiness, to inspire others' happiness, and then theirs comes right back to you. Therefore if you're having fun, other people will have fun with you, and in turn you'll all be having a better time. It's true for most people, at least, and I'll grant you that it can depend on the activity. But here is a perfect example.

[ And he gestures widely, to the facility's version of DDR, where he and his victim companion, one Xander Harris, are just about to tear it up. ]

I've gotten acquainted with this machine since I wound up here, and I can tell you, from a completely unbiased perspective, it's fun to play, it's fun to watch other people play, and it's definitely most fun when you've got a number of people to trade off those activities. The secret is, you just can't care if you look ridiculous - to that end, I'm completely ready and willing to look ridiculous alongside anyone. Starting with my friend here.

[ And he steps up onto the machine, trusting - perhaps hoping - that Xander will follow. He's getting up there somehow, but it'd be easiest if he just followed Ferris. ]

So you know, you can consider that an invitation.

[ And here Xander speaks up, ]

You're not going to record us doing this, are you?

[ Brows arched, Ferris glances to Xander, then looks back toward the camera and, with one last grin, he mercifully cuts off the feed. ]


[ ooc: open to action at the arcade!!! ]

[The camera is moving. Catching ceiling, walls, then floor shielded by netting and are those ropes? Why yes it is. Long, sturdy rope and steel bars position at the end. Then the camera is swaying again, back and forth, back and forth. And then suddenly there's a flurry of motion, flipping through the air, only to come to slide a little once they land on the platform high in the air and then fall to their knees.]

Crap. Gotta stick the landing. [It's mumbled a little, more to directed at the speaker himself than anyone else. Dick gets up and brushes himself off before turning the camera around so it has a clear visual of his face.] Now this is how you fly. Thanks again, Connie, for putting this together for me.

Hey, anyone want to spot me? It's not as fun when the traps aren't moving. [By which he means the bar at the end of the ropes. He can still use the full set, but it's keeping one stationary is just boring. He'll be having fun on the trapeze for most of the day should anyone stop by.]

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!

Good morning, inmates.

Today is day [ 199 ] of the first generation. Those of you that are of a [ mathematical ] persuasion may have noticed that we are approaching an [ anniversary ]. A celebration will be held tomorrow and all inmates are encouraged to prepare [ performances ] for the occasion. Volunteers are also welcome to help out with the festivities.

Requested items for [ Spencer Reid and Wally West ]are now available for pickup at the Kiosk.

[ And like the last few times, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]


((OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! ))

I've been convicted of a murder that I didn't commit. And I literally mean an actual murder I didn't commit -- it's not something back home that I'm just too chickenshit to fess up to.

And the thing is, Veridical stuck this D/s collar on me, so at first I thought it was just making up some excuse to avoid admitting it was jealous that I'm already in a relationship. But then it turned out I'm not the only one being punished.

So who all out there has to deal with this bullshit today?

[ Once approached, there's a little table set just inside the entrance way with crayons and name tags ready for the various inmates called to participate in this particular therapy session. Yes, Group 4, you are being called on to be creative with your name tag. Do try not to hold up the line ♥

Inside, there's another table laid out with tea and water, another for coffee. There's a few snacks as well. Fruit, mostly, some pastries. There is also a sign that clearly reads "Do not eat outside this area." No sense getting sick by accidentally drinking the water you used to clean out your brushes after all!

But, honestly. This is a Healing through the Arts session and as such, the various stations in the room are set up in 2's and 3's for your use. Finger painting by the easels. Build your own frame out of colored macaroni. A coloring station for those of a less creative bent, and even a "basket weaving station" for those who want to untangle their frustrations. ]

At each station, one will find a series of random questions:

1. What color best describes you? List three adjectives to explain your choice.
2. What was the weirdest food you've ever eaten?
3. What do you think the most ultimate gift of the world is.
4. What makes you feel the most secure?
5. Who do you admire the most?
6. What is your concept of a fruitful day?
7. Is the glass half empty or half full? What is in the glass?
8. What is something you have lost that you have never found, or were tremendously relieved when you did find it?
9. If you wrote a book about yourself...what would it be about?
10. When have you laughed the hardest? Cried?
11. Or pick out your own

((ooc: Feel free to rotate around the stations or make up your own art activities. The theme of this therapy session is to expose/get in touch with your inner self. Threads for name tags and refreshments will be started otherwise just set up your own character in a thread at whatever station you choose.))