MarinaNova Asylum

Er, okay.

So I believe I have this all in order!! And I, um. I am in dire need of some assistance right now. It's rather embarrassing so any unclued wise guy who'd like to heave a few haws at my expense can go ahead and show their rears to the door because I'm not having any of that horseshit!

[He clears his throat.]

Anywhosits.

So yesterday was, er.

A bit wacko?

And in all the hubbub, I might have done something I would have never done normally with someone. Or, um. Perhaps I'd been doing my darnedest to prepare myself to step in that direction, but gee whiz I expected a bit longer of a turnaround period before getting my ass handed to me like a dude on butler island!!!

Now I turned tail as soon as I got up and I'm hiding until I can get all the words that I need to say together. But conflabbit if facing him isn't the hardest thing to do sometimes!!!

[The last 24 hours have been a whirlwind and despite her typically pristine appearance, Lacus' expression shows the toll it's taken.]

I sometimes find it easy to think of this as a home. It has its flaws, many of them tragic, but my world has its own of those to claim. [She touches her fingertips to her forehead, eyelids drooping.] It's the people here that make me smile in spite of it all.

But this place... it has its cruelties.

[Lacus tugs on the long sleeve of her jacket and looks out into the rolling waves of the ocean that's in the background of her video. She'll be spending time here today, and in the parks. With the butterflies and the koi.]

[She does not smile, and she does not sing.]


((OOC: canon update + event fallout + loss of her true love! Enjoy the rarity that is sad!Lacus.))

[The Cals haven't accumulated too many possessions in their scant few days present in the dome, other than a heaping pile of board games and an equally heaping amount of candy. ... And a bunch of rude notes. All in all, it's not too difficult for Calliope to move it all on her own in one trip, and so she carries everything from Sector 4 to Sector 2, wearing a hoodie and gloves to avoid surprising anyone with her appearance.]

[Once everything has been settled into the new place—meaning that Calliope has to make sure the board game pieces are where they were before, and also to hide the best candy where Caliborn won't look—she'll head back to Sector 4. There is cleaning to be done, as Caliborn single-handedly did everything he could to make a mess of it during their first two days in the prison, and Calliope had just not been able to keep up.]

[She throws open the windows and the front door, no longer caring if people see the mess of candy and garbage and occasional claw or bite marks if they pass by. Calliope doesn't expect to finish everything today, so she tapes up a note on the door: "this apartment needs a thoroUgh and massive cleaning before it is livable. i am taking responsibility for it, so don't worry, bUt i'm sorry for the inconvenience Until then. u~u cheers, callie"]

[At some point during the cleaning, she decides she'd like to get to know some of her fellow inmates, so she tries to break the ice.]

[Voice Only]

This is probably an odd question, but here goes: what do you all have dreams about?

I'll go first: I used to dream about flying around a beautiful golden city, where it was never dark. The clouds would show me omens of the past and future—when I could understand them properly.

[Calliope refuses to show her face on the network. The last thing she wants to do is scare people with her "ugly" monstery-ness. So she writes down what she wants to say, takes a seat by the window, and watches the rain with fascination while snacking on her welcome basket goodies. Eventually, she’s plucked up enough courage, and also filled her belly.]

[Her voice is exactly the same as Caliborn’s, but with none of the grump. On the contrary, Calliope speaks with a sweetness that is genuine through and through--albeit toned with apology, and soft for how shy she feels.]

Hello, everyone. I’m-... the sister of that rather loud and demanding boy who arrived with me yesterday. If you’ve had to deal with him, I’m terribly sorry. I'm trying to find ways to persuade him to behave, but finding a fail-proof method is, um, sort of a work in progress.

Truth be told, for all his bluster and bravado, he does have the potential to be truly dangerous. We’re of a species that is very, um, different from many of yours. Though I pride myself on following proper social conduct, he feels that it is his right to treat other people as his playthings. If you ever encounter him in person and feel threatened, please do whatever you feel is best to subdue him.

Even if it means locking him away, or tying him up somewhere.

[She pauses, clears her throat, and tries to sound more cheerful.]

Anyway! Unless you have specific grievances that I can assist you with, that’s enough about him.

For those of you comfortable with doing so, could you please introduce yourselves to me? I’d like to get to know all of you! Being among so many humans and other races is a rather new experience for me. --Not to say Prospitians don’t count as people! But that’s different.

[Filtered to Jane Crocker and Jake English]
Roxy and Dirk already know I’m here, so, Jane and Jake... this is uranianUmbra. I’m sorry that I didn’t contact either of you sooner. It’s not personal at all! You’re both my dear and important friends. It’s just that… well, yesterday was quite a terrible day.

[A voice breaks the peace and quiet. It’s rather androgynous, rather rough from disuse, but loud and abrupt and demanding and bratty all the same.]

Whoa. This “crimes list” is fantastic. An outline of my accomplishments. Great and terrible. And I haven’t even done most of it yet?

But. “Cheating”? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I don’t cheat. Fix it. Put it right immediately. Maybe I’ll forget about your little “mistake.” And let you die quickly. Instead of slowly and painfully.

[And then Caliborn brushes it off, at least for now, because he has more important matters to attend to.]

Now. Where’s all my shit? Bring it to me.

I’m waiting.

[Suddenly there is a voice breaking the silence—or not silence as the case may be—above you, and if you're wearing your communicator, you'll hear it in your ear too. It happens at the beginning of every day here and yet it's so strange it could be something out of a movie... dun dun dun!]

The sun, or what passes for it, is shining. The birds would be singing if we had birds in this sector. Such a lovely day. I think I'll name it 208.

We do have a punishment on our list today, but for Raven Darkholme's sake I will be very gentle about it.

Dirk Strider: Sex

See? Not a bit of mocking. As always, specifics will be sent to the communicator.

We also have one request today, that I've generously chosen to oblige. So have a tune on one of your generally tuneless days.

(OOC: MOVIE MIRAGE EVENT DETAILS! Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Mail submissions can be left HERE.)

[Wherever you go, there they are—sneaky and hidden and biding their time, waiting until they find you all two by two, and then closing in. Happy Mistletoe Day!]

(OOC: Read this for all the details.)

((OOC: In lieu of spamming with posts for all 8 of my characters for kissing purposes, I'm putting up prompts for them all on this one action post! Links are below I may tag around in other posts/the mingle too, but if you want any of mine for the event PLEASE PLEASE DO TAG! I want every single tag for this event!

I don't care if they haven't met yet! Absolutely do not be shy! Also, if anyone wants to call my kids on the network or do non-kiss threads, just indicate such and I'm happy to! Threads can take place at any point in the dayweek, and almost anywhere in the dome.

Links:
+ Lacus Clyne: Everyday walking around prompt | Hot springs prompt for the adventurous~
+ Zelgadis Greywars
+ Cross Marian
+ Penelope Garcia
+ Komui Lee
+ Tony Stark
+ Saya Otonashi
+ Michael Westen))

[ Today in Sector 6, a couple of idiots have set up a party site in a relatively safe part of the monolith clearing, demarcated by some brightly-colored ribbons. There are tables containing food (mainly cake, ice cream, and other appetite-ruining snacks), beverages, and a few party games like Twister and Monopoly and shit. Well. Really just some games grabbed out of a store or something. They should still be sufficient to pass time with, though. That's really all the gameplan is for this party: Hanging out and passing time.

It's a birthday party. There's not really a whole lot else to say.

Really. The closest anyone is getting to having ulterior motives here is the desire two dumb sixteen-year-olds have for birthday presents. But even those aren't mandatory. They just want to hang out! Really! Because Dirk Strider and Jake English are such social butterflies.

As for Dirk, though he spends some of his time hanging out and partaking of the party food, he keeps a close watch on the surrounding area to prevent anything too nasty from getting in -- although he's neither invincible nor omnipotent, so maiming of party guests is totally possible. There is also a period of about twenty minutes from 1:20PM to 1:40 when he's nowhere to be seen, which is a little suspicious. You know. If anyone's paying attention. ]

((OOC: Please see the OOC post about the birthday party here, and remember that if your character is in Sector 6 at 1:30PM they need to reply to the IC Rules page to be punished for Dirk's assault of a hummingphant!

Since this is a mingle post I'm turning comment notifs off for my poor inbox, but I'll be tagging around. ♥ ))

[The camera is moving. Catching ceiling, walls, then floor shielded by netting and are those ropes? Why yes it is. Long, sturdy rope and steel bars position at the end. Then the camera is swaying again, back and forth, back and forth. And then suddenly there's a flurry of motion, flipping through the air, only to come to slide a little once they land on the platform high in the air and then fall to their knees.]

Crap. Gotta stick the landing. [It's mumbled a little, more to directed at the speaker himself than anyone else. Dick gets up and brushes himself off before turning the camera around so it has a clear visual of his face.] Now this is how you fly. Thanks again, Connie, for putting this together for me.

Hey, anyone want to spot me? It's not as fun when the traps aren't moving. [By which he means the bar at the end of the ropes. He can still use the full set, but it's keeping one stationary is just boring. He'll be having fun on the trapeze for most of the day should anyone stop by.]

The festival continues. The dome's "sun" begins to set and the the sky is painted in gradually darkening shades until all is dark beyond the glowing of the lanterns and sparkling of the colored lights on the rides and games.

The speakers high above on the floating island begin to play soft ambient music and the dark dome flickers to life once more as projections of landscapes light the sky. They fade in and out every few minutes with images of cityscapes, deserts, seasides, mountain ranges in shades of futuristic, ancient, post-apocalyptic, foreign, and outer space. It may seem like a random assortment at first, but then the scene shifts again and just might take your breath away as you recognize what you're seeing. No people. No animals. But the landmarks are all there. It's a place you grew up or lived or worked or fought for or died at, and then it's gone again, fading into someone else's memory.

After an hour or so the scene shows another sunset and the sky goes dark aside from the sparkling of a starscape. New lanterns are lit leading a path to the beach where there's a large white open-style tent with a dance floor. Flames light the fire pits and there are colors projected upon the water so it glimmers in different hues. The music takes on more variety and life, perfectly suitable to dancing.

[ Inmates receive a message stating a destination and not much else. You will be asked to go to Quatro park if you've killed someone (or something) in cold blood. Murderer's, Serial Killers, Assassins or otherwise, will receive this invitation to therapy.

( Session details under cut )

((ooc: Basically if the Wardens would consider your character a killer then you'll be assigned to this group. Have fun! Feel free to tag around, threadjack, open up discussion or your own questions for the group or what-have you.))

[ When those assigned to Group 2 receive the transmission to their communicators, they are directed to one of the rooms that have been set aside for these sessions in the education center. To facilitate group discussion in a traditional fashion, the chairs in the room have been arranged into a semi-circle. The open portion of the circle faces a white board, upon which has been written an overarching theme, with a few more detailed prompts to spur deeper discussion:

Your Dreams
• Subconscious and Conscious
• Aspirations and Hopes
• Fears and Traumas
• Improving Oneself
• Accepting Limitations

Pushed against the far wall is a table with the weak yet bitter coffee such an environment practically requires, a water cooler with conical "cups" made of paper so thin it feels like it's about to give out, some bland and crumbling cookies, and a number of half-sandwiches with slightly stale bread. By the entrance is another table with blank nametags and markers, leaving it up to the participants to label themselves. ]

( ooc )

Oh jeez! *The camera flickers on a teenage girl with huge round glasses over bright green eyes - and curiously enough, furry white dog ears poking out through a mess of dark hair.*

Um, I don't know if anyone can hear this! I don't actually know why I'm wearing this ugly orange suit, or even where I am, either! I'm usually pretty good with locations these days... you know what? Nevermind. I don't care WHERE the hell I am, but it's really, REALLY important that I get back where I came from right away!

I don't have time to waste on this stupid prisoner bullshit, okay? I was kind of in the middle of doing something, and... without me to power the ship, I THINK my paradox brother might actually be stuck between universes for, well, forever!

Even if he's gotten really surly and annoying lately, and suddenly hates his favorite movies which ACTUALLY? Weren't all that bad and were kind of funny!-- No matter how much of a jerkass he is, he's still my brother and I don't want to leave him stuck there!

So, please, if anyone can hear this, I really need your help!

Augh, why am I even talking into this stupid thing? Can anyone actually hear me?