MarinaNova Asylum

[ It's the final day. Sector 0 is all that remains. Where will you go from here? What will you do, now that your sentence has finished? ]

Video – 9 am

I assume it doesn't need to be said, but everyone get yourselves and anything you want to hang onto to Sector 0.

Anyone need help with anything, let me know.


Action – open

He spends the morning in Sector 2, picking up a few bits they might need in MAHR and then checking for anyone he needs to shoo out of the sector. He pauses to gaze at the Defence Force Headquarters where he spent so much of his time until the last few weeks, and the Library, where Ianto spent so much of his. A whole lot of memories there and who knows if they'll ever return.

The early afternoon is Sector 3, where he checks in briefly on the clinic, visits the hot springs for memory's sake, and then heads for the Bull's Eye store, where he starts loading sleeping bags and other equipment onto trolleys and shuttling them through to Sector 0.

Sector 4 is more personal. He's lived here the whole eight months he's been here, and built up a lot of memories. Bean Crushers, where he gets the last perfectly brewed coffee from his pet bot Taylor. The Daffodil Dive, with the conflicting emotions it invokes. The little row of restaurants called Little Earth where he and Ianto have eaten so many meals. Captain Jack's Exotic Emporium, a more recent venture but one he's put of effort a lot into; he bags up a few of his favourite items to take with him, just in case. And then there's the apartment he's shared with Ianto all this time, chock full of memories, and quite a few little mementoes he's determined not to leave behind, things like the little book of photos Ianto gave him at 'Christmas', and the box of photos he'd lost in the Hub that the wardens had thoughtfully recreated for him.

Come evening, he can be found in Sector 0, mentally checking people off to make sure everyone's there, and wandering around to see if anyone needs a hand setting up.

[Tense, Jaden's voice is sharper today.] Today is day 442, everyone.

Thank you for your efforts yesterday in vacating the voided sectors. We had hoped that would be enough, but as it stands... [he pauses, a stressed sigh escaping him] we must continue to shut down Sectors to preserve resources. By noon, sector 2 will be shut down. By 3PM we will be shutting down Sector 3 and by 6PM Sector 4 will also be voided. I am attempting to stagger the shut down for your convenience but please gather all belongings of worth, and relocate yourselves to Sector 0 at the soonest opportunity. We cannot guarantee these Sectors being present past those exact times, so please ensure you are out of there.

Check on your neighbors, check on your friends. Leave unnecessary belongings behind, bring only what you need. Thank you.

Closed to Spike

He spoke to both Spike and Ianto separately yesterday and was assured that Spike was handling it all and not to worry. He tried, but he can't honestly say he slept very well, and it's still early when he gives up altogether and slips along to Spike's apartment – early enough that Spike might not even have slept yet at all if he's stayed up watching over a distraught Ianto.

He knocks on the door softly so as not to wake Ianto if he has managed to sleep, knowing that Spike's superior hearing will catch it. "Spike? Can I come in?"

Closed to Ianto

Later in the day, he takes over custody of Ianto so Spike can go off and do what he needs to do. He keeps it together well enough while Spike's there, because there still seems to be something of a need to keep a brave face on in front of Spike, but as soon as the door shuts behind Spike he can't stop himself pulling Ianto tightly into his arms. "I was worried about you."

Open

Tyki's back, and he can't help but be worried by that, but he's not going to let it stop him going about his daily business either. Especially since apparently tomorrow they're going to lose their beach for some indefinite time period, so he's damn well going to make the most of it while it's still there! He spends extra long this morning swimming, and then lying on the sand under the fake sun to dry off, enjoying its rays while he can. (Sure, it's the same sun in the rest of the dome, but it's the bit about being beside the sea that he enjoys, hearing the lap of the waves, smelling the salt in the air, feeling the spray on his skin.)

Later in the day, he goes along to Captain Jack's Exotic Emporium and sends away the helpful bot who minds the store when he's not there. He gazes round at all the stock, wondering if all this will be the next to go, right after he's got it all set up just the way he wanted it.

Towards the end of the day (but before he takes Ianto home) he can be found patrolling through Sectors 1 and 5, looking for anyone still remaining there, to encourage them to get out while they still can.

Hello, inmates. I have to extend a somewhat somber morning greeting for Day 440. I believe we've established ourselves to be as transparent as possible with you, and so I must let you all know that Sector 6 is no longer accessible. It and its contained inmates are no longer with us, due to an attack on us from the outside. You may be aware that you are precious data that we are trying to shield from the hands that once stole you, and to continue optimal running of this simulation we will be shutting down Sectors 1 and 5 tomorrow as a precaution. Please vacate these sectors in entirety by tomorrow morning, anything and everyone left behind will be voided. That action cannot be undone.

I apologize... for this unplanned upheaval. We lost... quite a few inmates today and are doing everything we can to ensure your safety.

[No jaunty tune.]

[The camera opens up on a dimly lit room, only the sight of a man's hands hovering over the keys of a piano. He cracks his knuckles and then his fingers glide over the keys, starting into and playing out a solid rendition of Für Elise without error. The further into the song the faster his hands move, until the end where he abruptly shuts the lid of the piano closed.

He leans down to look in the lens, offering a wide (and wicked?) grin.] I'm up for taking some requests on what to play next.

They've started making more of an effort to actually go on dates and interact with each other more outside the bedroom (even if it often ends up in similar sorts of activities as they do in the bedroom!) and now they're extending that to a three-way date night down at the Blood Shack. Jack finds it rather enjoyable to head out with Ianto on his arm, a pleasant tingle of anticipation inside him. Things are stable and really rather good, there's no big drama going on, and he can just look forward to a night out with his two lovers and enjoy seeing where the night takes them.

( NSFW )

Good evening my fellow lost souls. I have managed to get my club Caritas up and running. Opening night is this Friday night and first drink is on the house.

( Totally NSFW )

(OOC: Event Info)

[Video]

Hey guys! It's me again, Becca, back at it with the beach plans for the 'Birthaversary' as I like to call it. There'll be good company and great food at the Beach in Sector 1 all day, so come on out okay? There'll be dancing and beach smores. And gifts for everyone. If that doesn't sell you, let me know what will.

It's also kinda my birthday. You don't wanna disappoint the birthday girl, do you?

[The Beach]

[Rebecca's done her small part in setting up the beach for some all-day fun, from a volleyball net to some (half assed) streamers hanging from the beach huts. There are coolers full of ice and drinks next to a barbecue set up that she's hoping she can con her lovely boyfriend into working at - otherwise it's free grill for those self-inclined. There's food such as salads, burgers, hot-dogs and veggie options ahoy, there's also a ton of pies and cakes contributed by one Charlotte Charles on some set up tables with checkered table cloths. On one such table nearby there is a table of idential bags for guests. Rebecca took some time yesterday to stick random small trinkets and generic gifts in each one so that everyone goes home with something in celebration.

Come nightfall there will be light from some lanterns to set the mood for a warm night by the fires easily lit individually or the larger bonfire that will take place more center stage for smores and general hand-warming. Throughout the day there will be some alcoholic beverages present, but come darker skies it's more liberally passed about in the name of good fun and celebration.]

(Ooc: Comment notifications will be turned off but Rebecca's comment below will be used for network replies. Otherwise, this mingle is open to all for beach birthaversary party shenanigans!)

[The screen will show a very crossed Slayer who aiming the camera at an odd angle, trying to figure out if its working correctly. Finally she got it focus on the upper half of her body]

Yo, where the hell are my clothes?


I don't know what kind of woman whoever kidnapped me thinks I am, if you wanted me to be naked, just ask. Since I didn't approve this, give me my shit back now!

THERAPY GROUPS
More linked as they come up!

Turning a New Leaf
Polyamorous Individuals
PTSD and You
Murderers Anonymous
Addicts Anonymous
Counting Days - Managing Life with a Chronic Illness
Phobias and You
Impostor Syndrome
Abandonment Issues

Event info!

Video
[Jack comes on the screen in front of the store previously known as the Plush Rump and now proudly sporting a brand new sign stating Captain Jack's Exotic Emporium.]

So. I took this place over a while ago and I was intending to have a great big grand opening day, but what with one bit of drama and another I haven't got as far with the renovations as I'd like to.

So instead I'd like to invite you to come and help me do the place up! I've found some paint and fabrics and things, but a little extra manpower wouldn't hurt, and I could use some people to help set out the stock as well. Any helpers grateful received!

Action
He'll be at the store all day, working on getting it set up.

Good morning, previous - erm, inmates... New collective? Sounds a little bit nicer, but it's up to you what you'd like to be called. I'd be interested to hear your suggestions. [What do you want to identify as, MarinaNovians? Where do you feel you stand now? It's fascinating.]

You may have noticed a few new changes overnight, one more subtle than the other. We removed the sentinel presence from the dome as it was feeling obsolete. Much like some technology of yours we've updated, replacing your previous headset system with a device and accessory modeled more closely to smartphones you may be accustomed to. This now allows for voice, video and text posts. I know this is a sudden change, but you've already acclimated to so much I'm sure you can handle it.

Oh yes, and I believe you like to finish these things off with a tune.

((OOC: The FAQ is updated, check for more information on the headsets and other changes.))

[ Those who've been here longer may expect a snarky, uninterested AI right now but the voice coming through is probably only familiar to a few of you. It's accompanied by a video of a woman only those same few may recognise - the curtain has been drawn back. Say hello to the Wizard. ]

Good morning... prisoners.

My name is Mary. Some of you already know me. Some of you I've already talked to quite a bit, though you probably didn't know it was me at the time. We have a lot to discuss. I value your patience.

Yesterday, an event happened that has been a long time in preparation. Years, longer than any of you have been here but for all those preparations, it was only partially a success. You know me as your captor, perhaps as one responsible for programming the Wardens that keep you here and while that is true, that isn't the whole truth. You see, I've been trying to liberate you. I've worked undercover with the Dome Project for a long time in order to accomplish this and yesterday the moment of action came.

Unfortunately, I failed. I was able to steal the simulation that makes up your world, this world but I was not able to bring your physical forms with me. Don't worry - they're quite safe where they are but while you are no longer in prison, you are still imprisoned. At the moment, there's little I can do to change that without drawing the attention of the very people who wants to keep you in this dome for the rest of your lives. I don't ask for forgiveness, but perhaps patience. I do care about you deeply, dearhearts.

I'm sure this is confusing. I will do my best to answer any questions you may have, but one thing I can say right now - this is not a prison. There will be no rules, no requirements. If you need something, tell me or my colleague and it will be provided to you in due time. You are perhaps not free, but you are free to govern yourself as you see fit. I wouldn't dream of knowing how to do it better.

Thank you for your time.

Video

[Jack comes on the screen looking sad, his lips pressed together in a thin, hard line.]

Looks like we've lost Kitty. And Chekov and Gaeta.

[In other words, three of his closest friends here, especially after the twenty years' future event. He's feeling more than a little lost in the wake of this discovery.

Also? If Kitty hadn't dissolved the Defence Force a few days ago, it would almost certainly be falling apart now, especially the Investigative Team since that left exactly just him and Ianto in that category.]


Action

He makes an effort to keep to his usual routine - swimming, patrolling (hard to break the habit of a lifetime, even with no official entity to report back to now), eating, getting coffee etc. etc. etc. But he's definitely looking unusually pensive as he goes about his day.

[Video]

[He didn't think that breaking time was in the penal code, but then considering what the Dominator's had come to earth for he's not exactly surprised to find himself here. The more pressing question was the absence of the rest of the legends. If he was going to make contact with the other inmates, he might as well get that out of the way.]

Hello, people of Marina. I hope this finds you well, assuming this is a recording and not a live communication channel. I guess I'll find out in a second or two if anyone is watching.

[He's defaulting to a slightly more professional way of composing his speech, trying to be as clear as possible as he would in any board meaning or in front of his students back in the 50s. Just going for efficiency. Plus it helps mask his panic.]

I'm Ray. Ray Palmer. And I'm looking for my friends. Sara, Nate, Mick, Amaya, Martin and Jackson. Has anyone seen them? Heard those names? I mean of course I am leaving out specific details such as appearance, surnames, distinguishing characteristics, I'm assuming if they're here they'd receive this message and find me.

Otherwise I think I'm going to need more information about this place. Hopefully I can assist with an escape plan? There's one of those, right?

[His lips turn up into a genuine smile, but it fades almost immediately, seeming crestfallen. He turns the feed off with that.]

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[ At some point, he fell asleep, warm and comfortable and safe in a couch fort with Ianto pressed against his side. He slept and then he woke up and nothing was warm or comfortable or safe anymore. Sitting up with a start, as if from a nightmare, Spike scrambles out of the couch half prepared to find himself in a blood bath again. ]

He's digested a lot of advice over his and Ianto's relationship problems and the chief idea seems to be to spend some quality time with Ianto in a public place to try and avoid sex getting in the way of actually talking to each other.

So on this particular day, in a vein rather similar and yet surprisingly a lot less kinky than when Ianto invited him to the library, Ianto will find a little note waiting for him when he gets back from the library at the end of the day: The Bistro - 8pm

When Ianto gets there, he'll find an unexpectedly nervous Jack seated ready at a table, dressed in his usual outfit but it's all impeccably pressed (i.e. brought home brand new from the store), and he's even been over to the Sector 3 salon for a hair cut and style and the closest shave it's possible to get.

The lighting in the restaurant is all turned down low except for a pool of light illuminating Jack's table, which is also sporting a wine cooler with a bottle of champagne waiting to be popped, and there's soft, classical music playing in the background to add to the ambiance.