MarinaNova Asylum

[Jake has been bumming around the alphapartment, depressed and watching movies and trying both to isolate himself and to find solace in whatever company he could get. It's been a few days and Dirk still hates him, or so he's convinced himself, and he is very depressed that he's lost his best friend.

He's on the couch with a huge pile of movies on the floor next to it, watching somewhat blankly with an empty bowl of popcorn. He's never been so unenthusiastic about watching movies in his life.]

[ As shitty as Dirk feels, he really doesn't like spending so much time by himself. It would have been fine, once upon a time, but now after having gotten used to interacting with his friends 24/7 (24/10? Marina seems to operate with ten-day weeks, he thinks, if the school schedule is anything to go by) it just makes him frustrated to be by himself.

So after having spent maybe 18 hours shut up alone in a random apartment he picked out after therapy ended, he decides he needs to hang out with someone. Not Jake, though. Not Roxy, either. He likes Dave, but he can only imagine how Dave feels about him, having been raised by his Alternate Douchebag Self. Aradia would be a good choice, but she was there at that session the day before when Dirk went off on himself. Ugh, why did he even do that. Fuck fuck fuck. Not Helix, he keeps getting existential around Helix and he's sick of getting existential.

So that leaves the cherubs, who frankly he should have decided on from the start, because hey, he's been friends with Calliope even longer than Jane or Jake, and Caliborn's always good for a laugh. ]

[ Voice / Filtered to the cherubs / Early afternoon ]

Hey.

[ Action / Open / Late evening ]

[ Sometime after he and Calliope get done hanging out, he decides to go for a walk. It's evening, there shouldn't be too many people milling about. Get some fresh air. Yeah, that's a good plan. ]

[The relationships group therapy attendees will all get a message telling them to report to The Winery in Sector 2. Sadly for them the alcohol is locked away, but there is an assortment of food and non-alcoholic beverages along the bar for consumption. Many of the tables have been cleared out and the chairs rearranged into a circle with booths along the edges for more intimate therapeutic discussions.

And don't forget the party favors! The wardens have left some helpful games and activity ideas to get them started. There's a bowl full of folded slips of papers with various questions.]

( Possible Questions )

[In addition to the questions there are cards with various prompts. One explains the game, I Never. Another suggests people pair off and roleplay they are in a relationship and then deal with various scenarios like what do to if one partner flirts with someone else or comes home late without calling.]

( Additional scenarios )

(OOC: Mingle style. You are not limited to the questions, scenarios, or games listed above. Assume there are more! I recycled a lot of this from last time so if someone was in this group twice they can feel free to notice, but assume there are lots of questions and prompts, so they probably didn't see them all.)

[ Closed because I'm still actually on hiatus, and so as not to distract from the newbies. ]

( Read more... )

... So I either slept long and hard or I just fuckin' up and made like mist and evaporated for a bit there.

Either way: orange's still not my color. Noooo thanks. Baggy ass jumpsuit does nothing for a girl's figure. I look like a breadstick. A cheese breadstick, exactly 666 calories from the depths of hell's kitchen. Off the hook and uncontainable, the hard and fast starch diet of kings coming your way with a side of pasta. Mom's spaghetti. Luckily I don't give a rat's ass about shit like that, so I'll eat everyone's share. All of it. Fuckin' mine.

In other news, the god damned weather: what's shakin'? Looking all kinds of stormy gross today on the day that is also day 236. Days.

Psssst. Got a question for all of you.

[ silence - background static - for a few seconds. there is the sound of a page turning, a deep breath, and then- ]

"If you were an animal, what kind would you be?"

[ guess who found the Big Book of Young Children's Icebreakers in the library. ]

I am not pleased by whatever the fuck is going on here, and I would like for it to be rectified immediately.

[The look on her face is stern, she ain't playing right now and anyone who gets in her way of getting out is fucked.]

Er... hello?

[ The voice on the network, hesitant and quiet and young-sounding, pauses for a moment before continuing. ]

Prison, huh...? I guess that's not exactly unfair. I was partially responsible for... well, anyway, I guess I should say thank you! If I hadn't been brought here, I'm sure I would have died.

...I'm sorry, that sounds kind of strange, doesn't it...

A-anyway... my name is Chihiro Fujisaki and I... [ She pauses again, as if thinking better of what she was about to say. ] It's very nice to meet all of you! I hope we get along.

[Zatanna appears...upside-down. Somewhat. She's laying on her bed in her room, hair hanging down over the edge, eyes glancing far upward so they can meet with the communicator screen. Her skin is a bit darker than usual, with noticeable patches of pink on her nose, cheeks, and shoulders.]

[A softly snoring puppy rests at her feet. Otherwise, the only sound in the room is the air conditioner blasting from her window.]

I think they lied about the temperature. No way this is only ninety degrees. Either the Wardens are trying to bake us, or...actually, no, that's all I've got.

Wake me when the weather's no longer trying to kill us.

Unless you have ice cream. Then we'll talk.

[ It's a sweltering hot day under the sea! Luckily the wardens have provided the necessary means to keep cool: whether you're sunbathing at the beach, sniping your fellow inmates with a fully loaded super soaker or just cooling off under a tree with a cold treat, this is the place to do it! ]


(( ooc: Mingle away! You are of course encouraged to make your own posts and mingles for this event, should you want to! Event information can be found over HERE! ))

[ Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening! A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland inside-out snowglobe at the bottom of the sea!

The prison is sparkly-white on this fine, crisp day, covered in a thick, fluffy layer of pristine snow. Bots are keeping the walkways free and safe for organic travel, but it isn't hard to find spaces fit for snowball fights, fort-building or snow angels! If the chill gets to you, there's plenty of hot, seasonal beverages readily available, along with other christmas-y snacks. Maybe you'd like to visit the Santa exhibit at the museum, or do a little last-minute shopping for presents? Perhaps you're already set to celebrate the holiday!

Whatever it is you want to do, this is the place to do it! ]

(( ooc: Mingle to your hearts contents! Event info can be found over here! ))

[Bro’s been a very busy man as of late! Though it’s true he spends a good amount of his valuable time harassing babyself and co., he has other important things to do. Plans to set in motion. “What kind of plans?” you might ask.

Let me tell you right now that you probably don’t want to know.

But regardless, you’re going to find out.]

Yo.

Aight, I got a pretty damn successful business back home and I’ve been thinkin’ of opening a storefront here. I like havin’ shit to do. Keeps me honest and all. But given the…nature…of the store in mind, I figured I should test the waters and I got a few questions.

If you ain’t too busy, mind if I hit you up?

…I’d say only 18 and up need respond but since it don’t seem like you gotta be legal to drink here, I’m guessin’ the age restrictions on the distribution of pornographic materials also ain’t countin’. So go ahead, I guess.

What a fuckin’ lawless den of iniquity.

[ooc: So if that wasn’t clear, Bro is hoping to set up an adult novelty store (pretty much a retail outlet for his smuppets and other sex toys) in Marina!! That’s what the questions he ask will be about and, provided your character looks/sounds over 16 (Bro actually does have some limitations to his grossness), they will be potentially embarrassing and deeply personal things like: are you in a relationship, are you sexually active, do you look at porn (on the internet, in print, etc), have you ever used a toy before on yourself/on someone else, is there anything that would enhance your sex life here, things like that.]

[ aradia was thrilled to hear about today's museum exhibit. after all, she is the maid of time -- just because she's been plucked out of the practical application of her purpose doesn't mean that connection is gone.

wandering around the exhibit provides her with a sense of familiarity, one she hasn't felt wholly since arriving at marina. and so she can be found here for most of the day, a strange alien girl looking fondly at the same timepieces over and over. she'll happily engage anyone who approaches her. ]

[ well, shit.

he's been here for nearly a full day now without saying anything. and you know what? he's tempted to keep it that way. but eventually, he's going to have to say something - gotta make his presence known. gotta enlighten the masses. gotta post within a week of being accepted. what? a third reason? there is no third reason. dave strider works entirely within the framework of double parallelisms. he's just that kind of guy.

and so, for entirely non-meta reasons, dave strider clicks on the audio feed, clears his throat, and begins his speech. ]

Well, shit. Looks like it finally happened. No real surprise here, right? The RIAA always needs new victims – they're corporate bloodsuckers, and they've got to find cattle somewhere. I mean, fuck, they're literally the man. The men? Shit, is the man really a collective noun here? That's fucked up, yo.

[ is he getting off track? maybe. will that stop him? NO SIRREE. ]

Anyway, so. We've got a bunch of suits sitting at a table Dr. Strangelove style, discussing who to sue next, right? And they're like, how about this rad dude, all pointing at an IP address on the holoscreen, since he's just too cool for us to handle any longer. And a few of the guys in the back, Connors and Jenkins - fuckin' Jenkins, man, just started here last week, doesn't really have his bearings yet - have the balls to ask well, what exactly makes him special? And see, here's the thing - he really is a fucking menace. Dude downloads like an LP a week. He got himself a free copy of Photoshop, without even paying for a student license. And you know what the worst part is? He keeps his seeder ratio above one point five.

[ he has the audacity to give a vaguely apathetic gasp. ]

What, one point five? You're fucking with me, right? Nope - dude's just a fucking paragon of shitty internet pirates.

[ ...he clears his throat. this got out of hand quickly. ]

...anyway, that's basically how I got thrown in fucking underwater prison for piracy and goddamn cyberbullying. Take notes here, kids. Don't make the same mistakes I did - drink your milk, don't do drugs, stay in school and all that shit.

[ ... ]

Oh, and try to avoid multiple counts of genocide if you can. I mean, that kind of takes a backseat to forging a digital signature on porn site splash pages, but its gotta count for something, right? Right. I'm out.

[ click! ]

[Calliope clears her throat. The arcade's first-floor cacophony can be heard in the background, though muffled. Even though she sounds like Caliborn, she's so very much kinder and warmer.]

Sooo... This is "Callie"! Thank you to everyone who donated or traded your chocolate to me while we were at the other place, and to those of you who offered me kind words. I hope everyone is alright, and made it back safely! [Though she hasn't heard from Roxy.]

... on that note, has anyone else noticed bruises and the sort being in different places than they were yesterday? It's rather peculiar...

Um, but, anyway. [She sounds a bit more nervous, now, voice a bit shaky and laugh with an edge of giggle on it.] It's not as though there's currency worry about, but if anyone would like to be repaid in kind and company, I'm on the second floor of the Arcade with some snacks. It's the one with the tables and the card and board games.

Maybe we could also play something together? Oh- and we can also go to one of the other floors, if anyone prefers a different game! This just seemed the most fitting place to start at, with the candy and soda...

[Calliope really wants to spend time with everyone and anyone.]

[This is a bigger deal to her than it may be for most; she's so convinced of her own horrific monsterly-ness that she feels like asking people to spend time with her is imposing. Part of her doesn't even expect anyone to respond or show up, beyond maybe her friends from home. Still, after she learned about Caliborn's little frypan rampage and constant attempts at upsetting people, she feels a need to try and cement herself as the green-eyed cherub who just wants to make friends.]

[That is why, true to her word, Calliope is camping out at one of the game tables. She's wearing a hoodie tugged up to somewhat disguise her appearance, but she's on the lookout for people who appear to be looking for her. There are long moments of keeping busy by shuffling skills and snacking on her small assorted collection of candy, too.]

[And, before she tries to put it off any longer...]

[Private | Filtered to Aradia]

Umm. Hello, dear. Would you like to, ah... [She trails off, realizing there are approximately two dozen ways to end that sentence, and she can't pick one.]

[ It's a wonderful, stormy day here in Squall Asylum and vacation time is officially over! Your gracious overlords have worked out a light itinerary for you today and they expect you to keep it.

Get in line to pick up your food rations for the day. Eat breakfast if you have time for it, or perhaps you'd rather skip this one time and save yourself the discomfort during the two hours of exercise that follow. Jogging, jumping jacks or perhaps impromptu team sports, whatever you end up doing you bet you'll come out exercised in the end!

Should you not want to participate... well. We have ways to make you join in. Anyone reluctant to get their heart rate up will get a helpful electric prod by one of the bots until they comply. Tough cookies.

Luckily you'll get a chance to wash off that sweat (hope you're not shy, the wash room can get crowded) before it's time for the silent game for an hour, followed by lunch. The day is not over yet though! There's still time for a couple of hours of hard labor tending to the crops, doing laundry or perhaps breaking bricks in the yard. To make sure none of the inmates are broken this is also the time for mandatory physical checkups — bots will guide you to the hospital. No ifs or buts. The violation of personal privacy is for your own good, we promise.

Isn't it nice, being in prison? ]

((ooc: This mingle takes place during all of day 222. A bullet-point for of the itinerary can be found here, where we also encourage you to direct any questions. Event info is here if you need it. ))

[ Closed to Jane Crocker, Jake English, and whichever cherub is awake at the moment ]

Where are you?


[ Open ]

Who wants to start some hardcore prison barter system? Give me your candy bar for my piece of cabbage or I'll shank you with my toothbrush, etc.

Actually, are we even still calling it "prison"? This place has a more backwater feel to it than MarinaNova, so I feel some slang is in order. "The slammer", maybe? "The clink" implies metal cell bars, so I don't think that's appropriate. "The big house". I don't know, I'm still relatively new to this life of crime shit. Thoughts?

[There are so many things Euphie would like to do today. She would like to inspire and reassure people not to lose heart in this trying situation. She would love to motivate people to work together, using their strengths to the best of their abilities. They could make their meals together! They could entertain each other. They could do so many things.

But, right now, there is one thing she wants more than any of that.]

Good morning, everyone!

I hope you all slept well. We have a lot to accomplish today, so we need to get started! Please look around and see if there is anything you can use as a weapon and then please use it to kill any Japanese people you find! And if you are Japanese it would be very helpful if you could just kill yourself!

Once they are all dead, dead, dead maybe we could play a word game!


(OOC: So, that geass (see also: compulsion) of Euphie's? It was "fixed" in game. Right now? It's unfixed and with powers off it'll be staying that way for the next two days which means she's going to be trying to kill all the Japanese inmates. I am totally open to having her hurt people and having her get hurt or locked up or encouraged or anything ever. Just no killing my girl. Aaaand go!)

( dumb date stuff )

[Jake has some water guns. Sadly, they are not real guns, but he misses the weight, the feel, and practicing. So he's in a park, pick a park, ALL OF THE PARKS, just shooting and posing and practicing his aim and has picture-perfect form.

He might accidentally shoot you with water if he's feeling silly, which he always is.]