MarinaNova Asylum

[ Last time he had hit the jackpot when it came to animal transformations, beaver like teeth is not a problem really. So when Facilier put this second stage in motion he was quite sure there would be no problems.

Oh how wrong you can be.

In the morning up until lunch Facilier will be trying his best to look after his shop, so if anyone is passing by or enter they will be met by complete disaster. Shelves toppled over, potions and lotions all over the floor and walls

The afternoon however will be spent attempting to get around the dome to inspect his various results and if anyone wants to interact they should know that Facilier's appearance shouldn't scare them off. He is the same cuddly old guy as ever.


Except, for today only, Facilier is a 6´1 tall purple octopus who is trying his damnedest not to stick to every surface he encounters. This has been solved by a pair of slacks for four of his annoying tentacles while the other four are used as arms. ]

[ Facilier is sick and tired of this place, he really really is, so as he tries to escape it all the lanky doctor will be spending the entire the day in his store of lotions and potions.
But there is a problem, a huge problem which anyone that enters the premiss will find out. Any lotion or potion that a customer wants to buy have to be collected in the ever so simple CANDY CRUSH- style, which means you will have to get at least three of a kind of the product that you want from out of a shelves that has a random assortment of bottles of god knows what. If this means you will have a whole lot of items in your shopping bag that you did not intent to buy is up to you.

Whenever someone wants a customised potion made for him or her however Facilier while have to do so wile playing a form of BURGER TIME, with the help of customers to defeat or escape any potion trolls.]

[ A video link is up.]

I have finished your potion, cherié. It took a little while but it is done.

[The Not Quite Normal Group Therapy Session was set up in one of the workshop rooms in the Education Center. The individual tables were pushed together into one with the chairs around it to promote a sense of belonging for the outcasts participants.

Activities were fairly free-form with a loose structure of a schedule. Introductions, bonding activities, and snacks. There were also name tags for all to wear, already printed with their names. Paper and pencils are provided.]

Introductions

My Name Is...
Go around the group and ask each young person to state his/her name and attach an adjective that not only describes a dominant characteristic, but also starts with the same letter of his name e.g. generous Grahame, dynamic Dave. Write them down, attach to their name tag, and refer to them by this for the rest of the session.

Catch Me if You Can
Everyone creates two parallel lines facing one another, opposite someone they don't know very well. Partners introduce themselves to one another, having about a minute to talk back and forth about things like hobbies, likes/dislikes, unique features. Both lines then turn back to back. They have one minute to change something small about themselves, like how their hair lies, what hand their watch is on, remove or add glasses, etc. The change should be discreet, but visible. Once time is up, the lines turn back to face one another again. Each person has two minutes and three guesses to identify the change in the other person.

Fact or Fiction
Everyone writes on a piece of paper THREE things about themselves which may not be known to the others in the group. Two are true and one is not. Taking turns they read out the three 'facts' about themselves and the rest of the group votes which are true and false.

Intermission
Snacks will be served! Take a break and talk casually to others.

Bonding Activities

What Makes You Unique
Everyone shares something unique about themselves. Show and tell if possible. Discussion welcome.

What Makes You the Same
Break apart into smaller groups of two or three. Each person must find 10 things they have in common with the person/people they're talking to.

Unique Isn't Bad
Each person talks about a time when the unique thing about them helped themselves or others. Alternately, each person discusses how they could re-purpose their uniqueness if it's something they see as bad in themselves.

Worries in a Hat
Participants anonymously write down a worry or fear related to their unique attributes and drop them in the large hat. Specificity with anonymity is encouraged. For example, "I'm worried that having magical powers and special duties because of these powers will interfere with having a family." Each person then picks a random card from the shuffled hat, reads the worry out loud, and attempts to explain what the person who wrote the worry means, trying to describe their own understanding/reflection of the person's emotions associated with the worry. The next person then picks. If someone picks their own worry, they place it back in the hat, reshuffle, and pick again. If someone figures out who wrote the worry, they must respect anonymity and not say who it was. After all the worries in the hat are read, the group can then discuss common fears and themes among what was in the hat.

Free for All
Feel free to make your own activity until the end of the session!

Dismissed!
Have fun with your new friends! Post session chatting is encouraged.

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{OOC: Group Therapy Event Info}

[ Facilier did not enjoy being accused of murder, he really didn’t. And as such he has spent the morning at home but now he has decided to do something about all of this and that is why you can all see him on the video. He is quite huffy and has a sarcastic sneer as he speaks.]

Well isn’t this the cat´s meow and a kick in the can? I have never snuffed anyone in my life. [ He looks both sad, apologetic and angry.] The big cheese in this joint is using me like some kind of fall guy.

No, listen. Piper, listen to me… no one was in their right mind yesterday. You and Sam thought you were married… I would never do something like that, I wouldn’t! [Unless you have a huge amount of money and a daughter that would inherit everything and was at a marriageable age.] Y´all have to believe me, I might be a common poor sinner but I ain’t no killer.

[So after the big family picnic Euphie had in the park, Piper wasn't sure how many people would still be hungry for dinner, but since there seemed to be enough of a call for it (like the amusing double date in the corner she spotted), dinner service was in full swing.

After her amorous afternoon with Sam in the manager's office, she was busying herself with trying not to be too obvious about what just happened. Was that a glow? Nah. You were imagining it.]

[Closed to Facilier]

[She had come out from the back to take a break and check on how things were going. She spotted Facilier over near the bar.]

Looking for Sam?

[She smiled at her brother-in-law.]

[Closed to Sam]

[She'd been feeling weird all day.

Well, not all day. But long enough. It was close to closing time, and no one was around, so she'd closed the doors and made the place at least look closed so she could get finished up early and head back to the apartment she had with Sam. Because, that would be nice. Just curl up with him until this passed...

She headed into the kitchen, and was going back to the office to grab her stuff when the floor suddenly pitched sharply (to her, at least) and she fell.

When she tried to call out, it was suddenly hard to speak.]

[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! ]

[Blood... torture... pain... A familiar nightmare to the young Earl Phantomhive. Something startles him awake, and he reaches for the gun under his pillow, only to find... grass? Why ever did Sebastian allow him to fall asleep outside in the garden? Although, this place doesn't look like anything around Deidrich's castle... And what on earth is this garish orange jumpsuit doing on his person?]

SEBASTIAN!

[No response. How strange?]

SEBASTIAN I ORDER YOU TO COME HERE RIGHT NOW!

[Wherever could that butler be hiding? And how dare he disobey a direct order?]

[ Perhaps you're a really strong swimmer. Perhaps you've found a canoe to paddle around in, unhooked a door to recreate the ending of Titanic. Perhaps breathing isn't a necessity for you. Perhaps you're already doomed to drown. Whichever your situation, there's one thing for certain.

The rain isn't stopping. ]


((ooc: EVENT POST! Remember that death is, if not permanent, still cause for a punishment! ))

["Secret secrets are no fun, secret secrets hurt someone."

Today, secrets will be a little less secretive than usual.]

[So. Here it is. A couple of days ago she had joked about it. Laughed even. Oh sure. As soon as the opportunity came up she would be poledancing. As if it ever would. And now here it is. As Gwen stands in front of the metal pole, that stares back at her using her own face, Gwen thinks about how this was something she thought she she'd do. She had felt that sort of rightous pride over it, 'oh no, not Gwen Cooper, she would never do something like that'. As if women who did were somehow... Less than others. But you can be taught to rethink a lot of things.

Gwen swallows, then watches the instructions. If she ever wants to make reality of her talks with Kitty about becoming an entrepeneur in this, there is no time like the present to learn. So you will find Gwen learning poledancing, all day, a lot less gracefull by early day, perhaps a little more by the end. Or at least more tired.]

[ Here we have a man, a tall dark handsome man if he got to say so himself. Walking around the dome in the afternoon and wondering what the world had gotten to.

Facilier had heard the morning announcement and he had not liked it at all. He was a man of class and he had heard none of those weird names for exercise.


He will be around all the different sectors today, except for sector six of course. And he will be in a bad mood because he knows what the art of burlesque has turned into.

Hey. I want to talk about yesterday. [Without actually talking about his own experiences, because why make it personal, right?]

What did you see when you looked at yourself?

If we know more about what happened maybe we can figure out who made it happen and why.

[He'd spent a long time in the mirror this morning making sure what he'd seen—two all black, demon eyes—were really gone.]

And I wanted to make sure everyone is doing okay now. [Because he's been here awhile and maybe he's started to care about the people here as more than just people he needs to protect. There maybe be some specific people he doesn't call by name that he's thinking about too.]

[ If it's one thing Spike knows, it's magical shenanigans. Seeing a reflection of a much younger man, a living man for all intents and purposes, when he should be seeing nothing at all stink to high heaven of magic. Or, if not magic, the usual wankery prison throws at them. There's no doubt in his mind that this is another fakey-fake trick, designed to poke and prod at their weak spots.

He's not sure if it's in an effort of neighborly camaraderie or just annoyance at the potential daftness of his fellow inmates, but this seems like a good time for a PSA. ]

I wouldn't put it past you lot to miss the bleedin' obvious, but... don't trust your eyes. Something's up.

[A rather distressed, blushing and sweaty Welsh woman pops up on the videofeed. Her eyes are rather round and the freckles stand out in a very pale face. The shoulders too are freckled, and for some reason bared.]

Uhm, Hello, ny name is Gwen Cooper. I'm having a bit of an issue right now. You all know how there was a rather nice... Exhibit today? Well, I went, and I.. Uhm.. .Well I visited the gift shop. And I bought a pair of.. Well.. Sparkly... It doesn't matter! Problem is I I can't get the bloody things off!

So if there's anyone out there who knows how to.. Uhm... Well I would like some help is all. Please. Anyone.

114 days. That's how long I have been in this place. A drop in the ocean - excuse the pun - to some people here, but still something that I think about on occasion.

[The distinct sound of liquid being poured into a glass can be heard.]

There's something most people don't know about me: I'm dead back home. Well, I'm 'dead' here too, technically speaking. A 560 year old vampire with no legacy to speak of and a whole lot of baggage. Sounds like a plot for a great novel.

[A half-laugh.]

Since I've shared with you lot, why don't you return the favour? Tell me something I don't know about you.


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[Rose can be found in the Blood Shack, munching on pretzels and drinking scotch. There's a bottle of it beside her, a quarter of it already gone. Depending on how generous she feels, Rose might be willing to part with some of the alcohol.]

[You won't hear them coming. You won't see their snare. The mistletoe bots are out and they're hunting you, two by two. You can run and you can hide, but eventually you will be caught, and then there's nothing left to do but kiss your way out!

Chapstick stations will be available.]

(OOC: Mistletoe Bots Info)

[ He had been able to open the shop for a few days now but Facilier had wanted the chance to make a thorough list of his inventory as well as get his tock up to scratch. But now he was ready to do some business and have some fun, or at least fun in the long run.

The video feed clicks on and shows the nice big sign Facilier’s Magical Emporium before Facilier himself gets into view with a big smile on his lips.]

Good morning ladies and gentlemen, I pull you away from your boring day to give you this update. [ He takes you inside of the establishment, were there are rows of bottles with oils, potions and creams behind a big wooden counter.]

I welcome you all to my new shop, were you can find lotions and potions for all of your skin care needs. [He gives you a sweep of the arm towards all of the early mentioned bottles.]

And as always I give tarot-readings for those who are interested. You can find me at [Location.] in Sector 4. [ Don’t worry he has not tampered with any of the potions, which is very nice wouldn’t you say.]

[Maybe you saw a glowing door open and avoided it or maybe you have no idea anything just happened, but you know something is up now because everything just went dark. Seriously dark. No ambient light of any kind. The kind of dark that makes you wonder if something's wrong with your eyes. Oh, and there's a siren going off from the speakers on the floating island. Don't worry, that will end in about thirty minutes, but you're not so lucky when it comes to the dark.

The kiosk was open earlier, but it's gone dead now and the maintenance bots are in the same condition. As a bonus some people are missing too! Welcome to Day 296.]

(OOC: This mingle is for those who did NOT go through the doors. EVENT INFORMATION)

Welcome to day 295. Hopefully you enjoyed your night outside. Do try to remove the sand from all those hard-to-reach places before tracking it back into your spotless apartments.

To the residents of The Tier in sector 3, some of the furnishings needed to be replaced and some of your belongings had to be destroyed. We took care to only do so with those that were damaged beyond repair by the flooding. No one else should be missing anything though I'm certain you will claim to be injured parties in some way. It's the thanks I expect from criminals after we provide you with such finery and keep it in good condition for you.

We had a few rule breakers yesterday. It seems being told not to do something makes it very enticing. So, don't behave and work on your rehabilitation.

Nico di Angelo - trespassing
Carl Grimes - trespassing
Raito Sonozaki - trespassing
Haruka Tenoh - trespassing

Apparently, it was so much fun yesterday that Raito decided to do an encore performance. All offenders will have the full details of their punishments sent to their communicators.

The library and movie theater are officially reopened and nothing is off limits which seems like it will be of some relief to you.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Warden request post | Mail submissions

See the Sunday Speakeasy for more details on clean housing expectations.)