MarinaNova Asylum

[ It's easy enough to figure out the headset. He even listens to the message and information before he starts throwing a decidedly scruffy, Corellian-sized tantrum about it to whoever is on this thing that will pay attention. ]

Listen, this is General Solo. [ And isn't he glad he can finally pull rank, if there's anyone here he can pull rank on. ] If this is some kind of kriffing joke, it's not funny. But if it's not, then someone needs to tell me what's going on that contaminating carbonite is illegal, not to mention my fault.

[ Not that he'd think someone (one of the Rogues is his first guess) would pull a prank of this magnitude in the middle of a crisis that includes people getting entenched to power droids, but it would be nice if that were the case. Mostly because then he wouldn't really be in prison and could more effectively yell at someone about it. ]

[Pucker up, inmates! It's that day again—your favorite prison holiday! And, of course, the wardens provided lip balm stations for your convenience.

(OOC: Mistletoe Bot INFO)

[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!]

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[ leia doesn't stop. once she's out the door of the squeeze, she heads directly for the next sector. she knows that spencer lives in sector three's apartments, but she doesn't know which apartment — but she doesn't need to. it's easy to seek out and find his distinct presence once she's on the grounds of the complex. she follows it until it leads her to his door.

she takes a moment to school her expression, expertly pulling back her rage and replacing it with something much more neutral. whether her mask will work on a criminal profiler is up for debate, but leia can't bring herself to care.

raising her hand, she knocks on the door. ]

Twas the day after Newbie Day, when down by the beach in the dome--

Stockings and other decorations were hung alongside jack-o-lanterns, baskets full of colored eggs, boxes of heart-shaped candies, and other things. The only creature that seemed to be stirring in this early morning hour was Quinn Fabray, who took it upon herself to see to a good bulk of the set up. Tables and chairs were set up alongside a makeshift stage and dance floor, with bright orange extension chords stretched out across the sand to give life to the lights, music, and karaoke machine. Games, should anyone want to play them, were set up to the immediate right of the food tables.

Don't be late! The Holiday Mash-Up starts promptly at 5PM. Bring your dates, wear your gowns and costumes, and celebrate all those holidays from home.

[john never drinks. he can't afford to with always having to fight to survive. plus, he's got a history with the stuff that makes him personally want to avoid it. so of course, the one and only time he has ever had a drink and gotten drunk, he'd end up in this... situation.

he still isn't completely sure what's going on. john tried to keep up with as much as he could of what was being said to him (listened in on all the crimes like murder, swallowed down the drunken guilt until he was too numb to feel it), but it's hard to make much sense of it all at the moment.

he's basically a drunk, lost puppy as he tries to fiddle with the communicator until he gets it working, stumbling around in the orange jumpsuit while being intensely aware that his powers are gone. john waves even though the wave is likely not picked up on by the camera except maybe a few fingers.]

These wardens have... bad timing. ...Or I do. I've never been drunk before, and now I am, and now I'm... here.

[must not be a coincidence. he definitely should not ever drink again.]

And I don't... know where I am. [maps are hard for drunk people] Prison under the sea is what they said, but I don't know... where I am in the prison. This is a weird prison. Where are the bars? ...the metal ones. Not the.... [he releases a breath, sliding a hand over his face and making a noise. why this.]

[Rebekah doesn't open up the network until after she's gone to find new clothes. Orange is so not her color. So once she has a new outift picked out this friendly(ish) video comes on.]

I'm pretty sure I heard some new crimes this time around, isn't that exciting?

[It probably depends on your definition of exciting.]

I also have some new memories from back home that I didn't have before. Which leaves me to wonder just how long I was stuck in the dimensional stabilizer? Is that still what happens when we leave here? Or what we're told happens to people, anyway?

[Rebekah isn't sure she believes anything the wardens tell her.]

In any case, for better or for worse, I seem to be here again. Won't this be fun? For a given value of fun anyway.

[End feed.]

[ Yen knows she could easily just lay silent in this random empty apartment (thanks for that, doors) for days and not raise any suspicion, but after a sense of being... "alone," for "so long," she feels a need for companionship. ]

[ She is holding the communicator as she lays in bed, face sunk sideways against a pillow. She is wearing normal clothing, like she fell into bed and hasn't moved. Because she hasn't. And she doesn't look or sound as she usually does—very subdued, even as she pushes a smile on her face. ]

So, eh...

Is anyone awake? I'm-

[ The half-there smile fades entirely, leaving her confused and unsure. ]

I'm not even certain what I need right now. Sorry for the peculiarity.


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((OOC: Yen has been canon updated! This Warrior of Light now has memories of the main scenario of 3.0, Heavensward.))

[You might be surprised just how many things you open in a day's time. Just imagine the browser windows alone! Today, you'll open up many unexpected things, but the one thing you're likely to find more than any other is trouble!]

(OOC: RELOCATION 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

[ a graveyard. a prison. underwater, no less.

of course.

she should be angry. (but is she truly undeserving of punishment?)

elena should be livid, maybe. she can't quite access that emotion at the moment. she looks as composed and resolved as she possibly can, circumstances not withstanding, but clinging to her like a second skin is sadness. she is tired. hungry. worried. it doesn't matter. she can't afford to think about it, much less feel any of it. she can't process yet someone plans to hold her here for the rest of - there is only this moment. one step at a time. surely there are answers; she just needs to find them. play it smart. ]

I can't say I've given prison a lot of thought, but if I ever did? This is not exactly what I'd have in mind. ... Except for the jumpsuits. [ her lips quirk wryly into a faint and halfhearted smile. her attempt at levity is equally halfhearted. she feels heavy, heavier than the monitor that sits squarely at her ankle, but she is pushing past it. she needs to. the smile is initially brittle, but it remains steady. this hardly feels real. ] If there's anyone out there listening, I'm Elena. I'm new. Ish.

[ new to the prison world, but definitely not new to weird shenanigans, and that includes experiencing the multiverse. ]

I guess I just wanted to know what everyone's thoughts on this place are and how long they've been here, if they don't mind sharing. I've - [ she cuts herself off. blinks. blinks a few more times. ] Is that a robot?

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