MarinaNova Asylum

[ 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!)

[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.]
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((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!))

[You'll find him pacing the grounds near sector 0, looking in on the kiosks, watching people and sitting outside the main warden facility at least as close as he could get to it. He looks particularly annoyed, pacing like there's some sort of prey to be found. Probably not. More likely he was going to be charged with loitering come the morning.

Care to talk to him before he gets himself into trouble?]

[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.

[Enma had just completed a small grocery run at the convenience store to replenish his stash of granola bars that he had gone through hiding from the kissing bots, when he found himself rather sidetracked.

He had seen the pet cafe before, but hadn't really gone near it. Even if now was probably a bad time to do so with the rain, Enma found himself setting his bag on the ground and tentatively peering in through the windows. He was already soaked from the walk over so he didn't really see much of a problem just staying in the rain now. It wasn't like he could get much more wet.

Especially when he could see kittens. Really, really, cute kittens.]

[After finally getting settled enough to no longer fear getting jumped for merely being seen outside, Enma had been spending the day running through Marina, gathering a bunch of little odds-and-ends things. A stack of random books from the library, some used horseshoes, and other things of different sizes and weights. Once gathered, he tried to discretely make his way to a little nook of sector 4... of course he was naturally about as discrete as a bull in a china-shop, but still, he tried.

Once he had set everything up around him, a little brownish red flame flickered to life on his forehead. He started to make little general motions with his hands towards the objects, and one by one they began to float up and around, mimicking the motions of Enma's hands. Eventually, when Enma had all the objects rotating and turning around in the air he decided to see how much he could push his powers. It was admittedly much more difficult without the ring, but it would be best if he knew what his limit was.

It took a moment, but soon his own feet lift off the ground. He smiled to himself, content to play with the floating objects for as long as he could keep it up.

However, unknown to him, he had overextended his power just a bit, slightly affecting things or people out of his line of sight- but the closer one got, the more likely he or she was to suddenly start to float.]

[ It's a good thing this class is only an hour long, with how antsy Reid is today. With Hotch showing up you'd think that he'd have better things to do but their fearless leader will need some time to adjust and Morgan seemed to be on that, so the class will be on like scheduled. It's a good enough distraction, even if it's all too obvious that his mind is on other things when he isn't talking about victimology.

Good thing there's a roleplay session planned. He probably won't be able to keep his concentration for the full hour anyway. ]

( In Today's Lecture… )

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

[Startling red stained eyes meet the screen only briefly when the device turns on, a pale, short haired brunette appearing within an orange jump suit, before she winches and glances away. Light from the artificial sky shines down upon her face, but she shifts somewhat along the side of a tall, solid building, until it's partially blocked by the shade of what can only be assumed to be another one. Direct light no longer shines in the oddly tinted eyes, but clear discomfort remains in the way she lifts a hand to her head, nails burying within her hair. That gaze lifts again, and amidst the swirling specs of crimson in what should otherwise be a darker shade of brown, one could almost think she'd also cried earlier, or that she'd went too long without sleep.

Tongue flicking out to smooth across soft lips, they part gently. With a shaky breath she finally speaks, a quiet comment and question.]

It only feels like a day, but how long was I really gone for...?

[Back flat to the wall it's more of a support than she likes. Another exhale comes, followed by a short, forced laugh.]

I didn't think I'd have to wear the jumpsuit again.

[The amusement isn't genuine though, more of a distraction, maybe even more for herself, than anything. Her free hand strokes her throat, but quickly lowers to wrap around a slim waist. She closes her eyes and presses on.]

There's still people here that remember me, right?

[So. He's here. He's had some time to adjust. He's wearing orange.

...yeah he's not pleased about that part, or any of what it entails.

Still. He's not one for inaction, so...]

My name is Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, I'm with the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI. I'd appreciate speaking with anyone who has a background in law enforcement or the military. Thank you for your time.

‭[A small red haired boy comes on the feed...‭ ‬just...‭ ‬blinking and staring in complete and utter shock at what the little device had just said to him.‭ ‬He was...‭ ‬in prison? ‬But when?! How?! ‬Was this Vendice prison? ‬Had he lost against Tsuna and didn't know it‭? ‬He didn't understand what was going on...‭ ‬but if he was here then there had to be someone he knew. He still had friends nearby last he knew. They would all be in this together right?

He looked off to the side and fidgeted a little,‭ ‬while he mustered up the courage to speak.‭ ‬It was tough when he didn't know who would hear it.‭ ‬He opened him mouth to speak but-

...‭ ‬Whoever heard would probably ‬tease him for being soft spoken,‭ ‬or get mad because they couldn't hear him. What if his friends weren't here?

He promptly clicked his mouth shut without saying anything and chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment.‭]

‬....sorry.‭

[And he turns it off.‭ ‬If his friends were here, they'd find him. They always did...‭]