MarinaNova Asylum

[Despite not looking like himself, Duo had a duty. And he had points to save up towards project tools, so he was going to carry this out regardless of weirdness.

So, here was "Trowa" delivering the mail today. It wasn't much, mostly just newbie baskets.]

DELIVERIES

• Welcome Baskets

{OOC: Feel free to thread out with me your new character receiving their basket. We can also handwave it, too. Most likely, Duo will contact your character via the communicator to figure out where they are. If your character lost or damaged their communicator, he'll probably locate the lost communicator and then go back to the Post Office with it and the basket, or just not find your character until they get a new one. If your character's not answering, feel free to have him just suddenly show up or just not find them. He's a bit of a hacker, so he might be able to find them if he tries, but he's not going to try too hard, figuring some people might want to be left alone. ^_^

Also, EVERYONE!! :D Don't forget! Your characters can send mail, too! Just check out this post here to send a letter! Or, if your character is looking for rehab points or just wants something to do or even actually wants to help out, they can volunteer to deliver mail, too!}

[For those who might know him, this person looks rather familiar. The fact of the matter is... he isn't who you think he is. You might be able to tell by the completely deadpan way he talks as opposed to his normal hyper self]

Well, at least I know who this is... Doesn't make it any easier to believe.

Duo, I think we need to talk.

[You know the phrase about waking up on the wrong side of the bed? Well, today you wake up exactly where you planned to, just not how you planned to. Taller, blonder, now with dangerous and unpredictable powers? So maybe the phrase about not feeling comfortable in your own skin applies more today. After all, it's not exactly your skin is it?]

(OOC: Use this mingle to run into people anywhere in the dome. Body swap info.)

[ The video suddenly clicks on and the face of Facilier comes into focus.]
Let’s see…Did I get this right…Yes…This is curious.

[ He smiles a a big charming smile, his most charming in fact. ]
Ladies and gentlemen, madams and monsieurs! Enchanté and a tip of the hat of Dr Facilier.

I bid you all welcome to sector 4, Clocktower Estates for a tarot reading! Your future in but three cards — charms and potions! Dreams made real!

[ He clicks it off and then he waits in his apartment.]

(( If you want Facilier to make weirdly accurate comments about your character's present and future from canon, do let me know. ))

[First thing anyone can see on the feed is a pile of tribbles. Nothing unusual, right? Purring away and wiggling as they do. Only a blond head emerges a little, blue eyes blinking a little as Quatre somewhat emerges to pet one of the quieter creatures. He's looking somewhat better than the last couple times he's shown up on the network, at least a smile tries to form that isn't strained to hell and back.]

It doesn't seem to matter, but does anyone know what these guys eat?


[OOC: That's right, Quatre's buried in a pile of tribbles!]

Yo. Duo. Trowa.

You get a hold of Quatre yet?

This whole thing about him being dangerous, I've never heard him talk like that before. Sounds kinda outta character for him.

Hope you guys know what this is, cause it'd have to be some pretty scary shit to make Quatre flip a switch like that, not as though he's not capable of being dangerous. It's just outside of a battlefield?

You know what I mean...

[Julian groaned as he woke up--he felt like he'd slept for hours, but he was lying on something much harder than even the station's Cardassian beds, and it made his neck and shoulders ache terribly. He stretched his neck, then opened his eyes--and was immediately on high alert when the unmistakable fact that he was somewhere that was most definitely not Deep Space 9--not even the holosuite--hit him.

And then the device over his ear and half his face began to play its welcoming message, and he was immediately even more incredulous and angry. To be accused of such crimes and sentenced without due trial--when he'd just avoided being unceremoniously bounced out of Starfleet...

Julian had just escaped a prison that he'd been abducted to in the quiet of night, and now here he was again--without even the dignity of his uniform, instead a bright orange thing that even his fashion sense was affronted by.

There were other people here, he could see them going about their lives, hear their voices over the communicator looped over his ear. Well, time to get the introductions over with.]

Normally, I'd expect to be at least given the basic right of due process and trial by a jury of peers--in which I am proven guilty of whatever crimes I am accused of--before being thrown into a prison indefinitely.

[Not to mention he's fairly sure whoever and whatever power is holding him here doesn't have jurisdiction over him.]

I am Lieutenant Julian Bashir, Chief Medical Officer of Deep Space 9. I'd appreciate any further information anyone can give--and if there are any Starfleet officers present, I would appreciate hearing from you.

[ It is a gorgeous day down here at the bottom of the sea and what better day to have an Olympics! The obstacle course is set up, the towels are fluffed, the medals have been polished to a high sheen and every orange within sight has been sliced.

Okay. Maybe not every orange. A lot of them. Enough to fuel a whole prison full of athletes, so athlete away! We can't waste all these oranges! ]


((ooc: Event information can be found here! There will be no individual threads for the separate events, but you are encouraged and welcome to detail in your headers or starter tags what your characters are up to! ))

[Marina Olymipcs or not, Trowa had decided he needed to get out and run. He was bored and exercise sounded like the only thing that would fix that.

So he headed outside wearing a pair of work out pants and shoes as well as the gloves someone might wear for weight lifting. And he was off and running across the dome, still relatively quiet at the moment. But as he runs if he encounters an object, he doesn't go around it; he goes over it in some kind of version of parkour. This was part of his training as well. The purpose was to go over any object in his way.

Well, that works until he's running passed some of the shops and suddenly a bot crossed his path. He hadn't been expecting it. He jumped to try and clear it. Well, he did clear it, but he landed off balance and had to tuck and roll to keep from injuring himself.

He ended up on the ground, sitting there for a moment as the bot continues on it's merry way. After a moment, he pushes himself to his feet and brushes himself off with a few scratches now]

[Out and About]

[Duo was doing his thing, finding newbies, and delivering baskets. He was willing to stop and chat to anyone he passed by. In the baskets, as well as in his pocket, he had some pamphlets about the Post Office left over from PM's stay. Though, he knew he was going to have to make up some new ones, soon.]

[Deliveries]

Welcome Baskets for all Newbies

{OOC: Any newbies who want to thread out receiving their baskets, please feel free! It's not a requirement, but it's good for AC if anyone needs a thread. ^_^ We can start however you want, with Duo contacting the new arrivals via the communicator, or with them meeting up in person. I'm open to either!}

[Korra doesn't often visit the hot springs, but after everything she's put her body through these past few days -- the raptor attack and the I-need-to-vent-my-feelings-through-bending training sessions -- her muscles could definitely use a good long soak, and her mind could definitely use some peace & quiet. So she takes off the stupid headset thing along with the rest of her clothes and sets them aside. The world can live without her for two hours, right? Of course it can.

Unfortunately, while she's busy soaking away her cares, some overly-industrious bots decide that her clothes need to be washed and take them away, along with her communicator. And of course they don't bother leaving a note. When Korra comes into the changing room, overheated and in a towel that isn't really big enough, she stares at the empty bench where her clothes used to be.]

No.



[ooc: Open for mistletoe bot shenanigans! Please note that since her communicator is gone too, Korra won't be able to understand you unless you're Asami!]

[ When Riker appears at last he's circled back round to Sector 2, framed against the hedge maze. There's no distractions, and his introduction is absent of distractions too. At least at first. ]

Good evening. I hope it's not too late in the day to introduce myself, but I didn't wish for anyone to be surprised to spot me around the place. My name is William Riker, and I just arrived with the latest group of people. It's nice to meet all of you, if unfortunate considering the circumstances. I appreciate the kindness that has been shown to me since my arrival.

I understand some-- [ And suddenly Riker stops, looking up. It's started to rain, and he wipes a single raindrop off his nose. ] I'd better wrap this up. I'd like to speak to some friends of mine, whom I'm reliably informed have been here for a while. Maybe after I get in out of the rain, if that's perfectly alright.

Deanna, I hope you're in somewhere dry.

[ you. what are you doing here? ]

Hiding, like you. [ except— wait. no. this isn't right. this was familiar, almost tangible as if it were a collection of memory engrams locked away behind a series of unbreakable, undetectable algorithms that had begun to break free of their restraints. she knew this place, but it wasn't right. this— was not right at all. she didn't belong here. it wasn't her fault. that which she stood accused of wasn't her fault. an individual should not have to answer for the collective's wrongdoings.

she went away, like some do — she understood that much. or maybe she was still on the equinox. perhaps she was hallucinating. firm, unwavering in her stance, she'd been willing to perish instead of becoming what ransom and his crew had become. she wanted no part in any of it. she resisted. but he was trying to force her hand, made the doctor—

standing up, only dimly aware of the headset, of the feed, seven draws her hand across her temple and the metallic, ocular implant that's a stark contrast against pale skin and loose, bright blonde hair. she's intact, and an awkward, uncharacteristic clearing of her throat tells her that her auditory processor is operating under normal parameters. her voice is her own, controlled by her own will and not that of a hologram devoid of ethical subroutines.

only then, when she's certain that speaking will produce words and not song, does she address the dome directly. ]

My designation is Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01. I will not comply.

I'll say this. I don't believe for a second the whole velociraptor thing was a complete accident on the wardens part unless they are on a seperate network. They'd have seen it coming, and of all the things in sector six, one single kind of inmate or...inmate food, is kinda specific, y'know?

All that aside I figured it might help to have a little alert system for myself.

[A little playful growl as Duo is jerked a bit, he turns the camera feed to the side to show this little cutey off.]

Don't have a name for her yet but she's my new partner in crime. Think she might turn out to be a good guard dog too.

Anyway, this is Duo, signing off.

Hey, all!

[Duo gave a casual wave. After a day to recover from the raptors running around and getting things back in order again, he's ready to make his announcement.]

So, you guys all heard yesterday morning that I took over the post office from the Wardens. I did it 'cuz PM had always wanted to make sure it wasn't run by bots, and I felt bad that it ended up that way when she left.

So, yeah. I'll be around. If you wanna help out with routes, stop by and lemme know. If you need to send something, stop by and drop it off. Just... all the same rules from before apply, so no tryin' anything on my watch, got it? [Warning finger waggle. All joking aside, though, he'd have issues with anyone doing bad stuff.]

Alright, that's it. See you guys later!

[ Today is a day where most would be at risk of oversleeping.The dome lies dark like in the dead of night. The sun hasn’t risen today, streetlights casting a dull yellow glow and occasionally flickering out into nothing, only to spark back to life a moment later. There is no electric flicker from the kiosk. The Wardens are still. The wardens are silent.

The dome isn’t silent. There is a rustling of leaves, a snapping of twigs. Claws, scraping against concrete. The inhuman screech of an animal in peril, an animal hunting, an animal hunted. A screech that promises sharp claws and sharper teeth and blood.

The dome isn’t still either. There is something moving, thick as a shadow, tangible as a chill down your spine. Something that doesn’t belong here, something that snuck in when no one was looking. A boogeyman under the bed. A ghost in the closet. A will o’ the wisp, blinking in and out of existence under the flickering streetlights. Whatever it is it’s moving, leaving a trail of cold, dead fear wherever it passes. Something dark. A shadow so pitch black that it blots out the very lights in your heart, dragging your fears out screaming and kicking, reducing even the strongest, toughest man to a blubbering baby.

Perhaps best to stay in bed today, Marina. ]

((OOC: Event information HERE. We ask the winners of the raffle to fill out a simple survey and then tag into the Vapor thread HERE! Happy mingling, Marinanites! ))

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 248 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ mild with scattered clouds ].

[Mail delivery of the day:

Postcard from Sougo Okita to Aidan Reilly. ]

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! Mail submissions go here! )

[True to the letter, Duo was at the gym, ready to go. He waited several minutes to allow for stragglers (he was bad at being on time for recreational stuff, himself), and for people to chat a little with him or each other and then settle in before he got started.]

So... uh. Hey.

[He grinned, giving a casual wave.]

I'm not usually one to run stuff like this, so don't mind me if it's not really sophisticated and stuff.

Basically, tonight, I wanted to get some ideas for stuff, see who wants to join, and maybe set up teams. Then, in a few days, we can start up practices, get people up to speed on the basics of the game, and then actually have a game.

[That sounded good, right?]

So, yeah. If anyone's got questions, let me know. And we'll do up a list of name ideas. Then, maybe, at the next get together, each team can pick what name they like from the list of ideas. I'm thinking of just assigning teams randomly once I have an idea of how many people are involved. I'll just do the old name in a hat trick, so no worries, okay?

So, whaddya got?

[Afterwards, he would mingle with everyone, collect team name ideas, and get sign-ups. Care to chat?]

{OOC: Don't want to use one of the headings below? Feel free to make your own thread. ^_^}

[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.)