MarinaNova Asylum

[ Video ]

Hello everyone. My name is James Tiberius Kirk - but just feel free to call me Jim. I'm going to be your new self-defense teacher at the Academy. In two days I will be holding the first of my classes aimed at beginners. That is, anyone who wants to learn the basics of self-defense. Anyone of any level is encouraged to stop by, but just know this particular class won't be challenging for those of you with a lot more experience.

If you're looking for a sparring partner, I'm more than happy to arrange private sessions.

The first session for those with slightly more experience - Intermediate, you could say - will be on Day 414, and the Expert class will be on Day 416. I would like to keep those classes a bit smaller, so if you're interested let me know.

All classes will be from 10-11AM.

Kirk, out.

[ Action ]

<sub>[ With his little PSA given, it's time to go about his usual routine. It would look bad if the instructor for something like self-defense wasn't in shape, right? Not that he was out of it - and could you even get out of shape in a digital world? They could feel things like pain, sweat, and pleasure, so best not to court the possibility.

Which means he's taken to the beach for the morning, running along the sand, or practicing a type of shadow-boxing. He had better be at peak condition for his students. He wouldn't want to disappoint, especially if they were giving up an hour of their time to learn from him. Plus, Pike's ghost would be forever ashamed of him and he couldn't live with that.

After the workout, though, he'll probably be found sitting at the Daffodil Dive working on the lesson plan - but that doesn't mean he wouldn't welcome the distraction. ]</sub>

Action – closed to Ianto

He's finishing getting dressed and bending to get his boots out of the wardrobe, when the sight of something at the back of the wardrobe, sitting innocuously right behind his boots where he'd swear it wasn't yesterday, gives him pause. A box. A box he had for decades. A box which couldn't possibly be here if this existence wasn't virtual and/or outside of time.

Hardly breathing, he scoops it up and takes it through to Ianto, who's already in the kitchen, getting coffee.

"Hey. Look what I found!"


Action – open

Jack's gift is a box of photographs of past lives and lovers, incredibly precious since it was blown up along with him and the rest of the Hub over a year ago and (in real life, at least) lost forever.

Find him sifting through the photos, or just gazing fondly at one of them, at various points through the day – at the Defence Force HQ, in a restaurant at lunchtime or dinner time, wandering along with a coffee in his hand etc. etc. etc.


((OOC: NSFW content in the thread with Ianto (surprise surprise)! ))

(OOC: Event Info)

It seems my vision has decided to play a prank on me by being blurry on the one eye and monochrome on the other. But that's unimportant, I can bear with a headache or two.

[ Even if said headache or two is pretty damn bad. ]

What's important is that when I went to the pet cafe to play with the cats, it sounds as if the cats are barking. Is that only me?

[ It is only him. Probably because he takes personal offense at barking and dogs because they're too much like those damn one-track-mind cultists. ]

It's annoying, playing with cats should be soothing, not annoying.

[You might run into Kitty out and about today as more things go sideways—maybe literally—but for now have a video!]

Something strange is happening today, and I'm having trouble nailing down a theme.

So far I've noticed a weirder-than-usual morning announcement from our toaster overlord.

My closet was full of pantsuits and only pantsuits. [And that's why she's wearing this out-of-character plum number. You might also see a hint of a blue band. It's been red for awhile so this is new.]

[Video pans down.] I got this [watermelon shark] when I ordered waffles and bacon.

There have been some technical malfunctions. [On Ton's biomechanics, but since he's sensitive about it she doesn't elaborate.]

So, speak up, what's your damage? Le̬͉̭͇͇͓t̪̠̗͍'̷̳̠̙̖̟͙s̨ ̘̰͔̻̟̀f̗̦̠̠̮i̴̘̲̮̭g̴̼͙̣̩͔ur͜e̹͎̫̪ ̞̼̤̪͡th́i̹͇̥̘̞s̡ ̤̻͇ͅo͇ut̬̮̰͕.̼͎̭͚͎̥

[ The camera turns on to reveal a very bored looking John Constantine. Complete in that lovely orange jumpsuit. ]

And here I thought I had gotten myself into the good graces again. Fighting the depths of Hell and restoring souls and all that. Good to see the Almighty and forces of Good really do ride that high horse of justice all the way to the bottom of the ocean. [ Not that he's denying his charges. They're all completely true. ] Let me put it to you this way: if the angels thought I was a desperation move, what makes you lot think rehabilitation would actually work?

[ John sighs. ] I don't suppose any of you might know where a sorry sod like me could find a pack of cigarettes. Oh, and, a proper pair of clothes. Orange was never really my color.

[The transmission starts and the face of a red haired teenage girl comes into view. It's Yona but she looks somewhat changed as she lacks her trademark earrings and her hair is a lot longer than it was before. She looks pretty nervous, glancing at her surroundings while she starts to speak. It looks like she is hiding behind something - maybe a bench.]

Can someone hear me? [She had just been on her way home from school with Hak and Soo-Won, she's sure of that but now there she is and despite the message she listened to she has no idea where this actually is. It all sounded a bit too crazy to be the truth.] My cell phone is gone but I had this instead ...

Hak? Soo-Won? Can you hear me?

Closed network call to Ianto

[He wakes alone, and so the very first thing he does is make a call out to Ianto. And because life is a musical, that call is a song.

A very predictable song.]

I just called to say I love you
I just called to say I care…

((OOC: Unfortunately John Barrowman doesn't appear to have recorded this song, so here's Stevie Wonder instead))

Open action

Jack can be found out and about all day – it's far too nice a day to be stuck inside on his own! And there's a good chance he will be singing. Catch him in any of his usual haunts:

Early morning patrolling Sectors 0-2 (Oh What a Beautiful Morning)
On the beach (On the Beach)
In the sea (not singing because not really practical, but he'll probably start if he spies you!)
Getting lunch or dinner from one of the carts in Sector 0 (Food Glorious Food)
Getting coffee (Taylor the Latte Boy)
Wandering/patrolling in the evening (Delovely)
Wildcard!

((OOC: Linked recordings by John Barrowman wherever possible (i.e. actually only one of these!))

It was well into the afternoon when Martha woke up. Other than being completely ravenous, it was a day like any other. She brushed her teeth, both the regular teeth and the fangs. Hey, even vampires had good hygiene. Some did at least.

Then things started to go wrong. Her fridge was stocked with food. Human food. Food that wouldn't do her any good. Which meant she was going to have to get dressed, but good god, when did her clothing become so... boring? Martha found the tightest jeans and the most revealing shirt she could. Anything to show off her form. She needed to drink, and she needed to drink NOW. Perhaps she could attract semi-willing meals.

A few short moments later and she was out in the dome. To the normal passerby, she probably didn't look any different than normal. Those who did know her would note the distinct lack of scarring on her back, right arm, and neck. She walked in the general direction of the blood shack, though she would much rather drink from the source like any respectable vampire would.

((OOC: Martha is a Buffy the Vampire Slayer vamp. Thus she looks completely human until she shifts into vamp face. She is hungry, but she will not bite anyone unless I have OOC permission from you to bite her. Please go to Martha plotting comment and let me know there if it's okay. If you don't want your character getting bit, then we can say they met up after she fed.))

[He made a promise and he's not the type to go back on that sort of thing. The job he was given was ridiculous but it was worth it in order to have his pendent returned to him when he arrived here.

Because of that, Hak inherited the local sex shop.

He's spent most of his time in the shop doing repairs and turning it into something less of an eyesore to his senses. He wonders if they'd let him change the name as well. Plush Rump doesn't exactly fit him.

Currently, Hak is walking around the dome pinning up signs. They are all handmade and the bare minimum effort was put forth. To Hak though, it's enough. More than enough.]


[He uses far more tape then he needs to put each advertisement up, but when he steps away to admire the work he's obviously pleased with it. No one can ever say he didn't try.]

[ooc: Feel free to see him. Rip down the papers. Respond to the notes anonymously or however you wish.]

[Back again. The break has been more welcome than Fai cares to admit, even to himself, just two days to push his worries away. Of course he wasn't able to forget about them. Enjoying yourself is hard when you have nobody to share the small moments of happiness with. It's something that can't be helped, that he can't change himself, so it's no use to dwell on it.

When Kurogane still had been with him they had started to renovate a café located in Sector 3, work that Fai is now continuing by himself. Most of the furniture is already in place and it's clearly a mix of western style armchairs and tall tables alongside more Japanese looking cushions on what looks very similar to tatami mats. The different areas of the shop blend into each other a lot better than one might suspect, with a rather large bar overseeing everything.

Fai can be encountered carrying a few metal chairs and tables outside, which arranges around some parasols in front of the Cat's Eye Café. The shop is proudly declaring its name to any passersby on a hand drawn sign showing a black cat.]

[Luke looks a little bewildered and concerned. He's worried about being separated from his family and what seems to be so far from home.]

This is all still confusing to me. I will admit to having been seen as a criminal at times in my life, but it was only by the real criminals, the ones who seized power in the galaxy and ruled through fear. I've devoted myself to protecting others.

Anyway, my name is Luke. Luke Skywalker.

[An irate-looking teenage boy with red hair is still wearing the orange prison uniform that one gets upon arrival when he appears on the network. It's not because he finds the look appealing, he just hasn't had the opportunity to find a change of clothes for reasons that will be explained shortly.]

Okay, I bet you guys think you're being real funny here. I mean, do you really expect me to believe that I've been brought here because I'm a criminal? I help people! That's, like, as far away from being a criminal as someone could be! You guys are going to be so sorry when the Justice Le--

[Wally clamps his mouth shut, not wanting to give too much away since he doesn't know who all might be listening.]

Can someone at least get me off this dang floating island!? [He sighs, looking more than a little dejected all of a sudden.] I need something to eat.

Action: Closed to Ianto

Day two in paradise, and following an energetic evening making use of some of the things that aren't available back in the normal dome, they have a late, leisurely breakfast at the Bay Bar and Grill.

"So, what shall we do today?" Jack asks, leaning back in his seat after finishing up the last of his delicious pancakes. Then, belatedly realising he's been too busy enjoying himself to think of the other member of their odd little three-way: "Have you seen Spike yet, since we've been here?"

Action: Open

Jack is enjoying his break in paradise. Yeah, he's doing a token bit of patrolling, and occasionally putting his brain towards the idea of trying to get out, but mostly he's just enjoying the hedonism of the place. Find him in any of the eating establishments, the sex shop, the sea or the lagoon, the amusement park, enjoying the fireworks, or pretty much anywhere!

[Damon is bored. BOOOOOOOOOOORED. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORED. Which is why he posts this video from the Blood Shack.]

Well, since the whole point of these social networks is to whine about your stupid problems, I guess I might as well join the "cool kids" [exaggerated air quotes] and complain about the shitty service we've been getting. Where are all our little robot slaves, picking up the trash? And why didn't anyone tell me they were cutting off my blood shipments?

Speaking of which, the Blood Shack is hiring. Servers. [There's a bit of a fang in his smile; you can probably guess how exactly you'll be serving.]

[posted a few minutes later]

I can't believe I forgot to post a pointless picture of my lunch that nobody cares about! Here it is.




Hashtag Delicious.


[ open action ]
[Damon is hanging out at the Blood Shack, bored and restless and cranky. Bother him at your own risk.]

[ "The rest of your natural life." C.C. wonders how long the technology in this prison was designed to last. The "lush and abundant setting" she wakes up to fills her with a profound sense of unhappiness -- an eternity in a single place isn't what she expected when she made her most recent choices. Will she still be able to find the World of C? Is she going to go back to being all alone, just when she learned the value of not being so?

She's still laying on her back in the middle of what looks like a park, pushing buttons on her communicator to see what it does. Finally, she manages the settings for a video message.

A bored-looking young woman with amber-colored eyes and bright green hair is asking a very important question, fellow prisoners: ]

Is there pizza here?

Dream 1: The Kiss
[You resume this dream already in progress! Your lips are pressed up against Euphie's, and it's not even mistletoe bot day. What do you do?]

Dream 2: Geassed
[You're in one of the stores and there's Euphie in the next aisle trying to get the biggest knife there out of the package and struggling with it.] Oh! Could you help me? I need to get this knife so I can kill all the Japanese! [Just as sweet and perky as ever, but theses horrifying sentiments come with a distant sort of look like she's not fully connecting. But seriously why are knives so hard to get out of the package?]

(OOC: Possible sexy warnings for dream 1 and possible violent warnings in dream 2. Plotting if you have other ideas or need to discuss anything. You're welcome to just jump in!)

[Video to Jack]

[She'd forgotten her umbrella when she walked out. Whatever. Martha certainly wasn't going to turn around and go get it. She should calm down before calling Jack. But she doesn't follow that line of reasoning either. The video of her is clearly one pissed off, wet Martha.]

Anything. You'd do anything to get him back. Bastard!

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[Open Action]

After hanging up with Jack, Martha looked around. She hadn't been paying attention to where she was going, but found herself in Sector 0. Seemed she'd been walking laps. She hadn't felt this off balance in a while. She thought about going to yell at Spike too, though that honestly wouldn't make any of this better. No, perhaps she needed to go back to early in her time here when Oz had taught her meditation techniques.

The rain wasn't so helpful with this, so she made her way to the Tree Grove and found a tree with a decent overhang. It would keep her decently dry. Martha sat cross legged and closed her eyes. She forced her breathing to deepen, forced her mind to calm. The rain was had a more pleasant sound here. It added to the peace of the moment. In and out. In and out.

[ Chuck appears on the screen, with a slight, nervous smile. ] Day 371, huh? Wow. So... ah, I guess this is "hello" again! Geez everything's so different. I stop paying attention for a minute...

I'm Chuck, and this isn't my first time in prison. [ Pause, that sort of sounds wrong. Or does it? Clears throat. Intones: ] "I should like to say that I make no assumptions about your occupation nor your ways--" [ Back to normal voice. ] -- and I'm okay with any sort of supernatural creature. Er. Person. Supernatural person.

Except bad vampires. Or, you know, people who kick puppies. Ehehe.

Oh! Um, I used to work for the defense force, on dispatch. Any chance I could have my job back? Is there still a defense force?

I guess that's it, except for one thing... how do you ask a deaf person if they want to buy a duck?

[Laughter, like grating white noise or the friction between grains of sand.]

"Aha-HAHA!"

[Shackled by his own amusement, he sits with a hand over his face, as if it could somehow shield his shit-eating grin. If he had known getting arrested meant serving life as a fancy free loader with some sick tech, he would have opted for it a few decades ago. Still howling, he falls onto his back before realizing that this is probably a rather odd first impression, and to impress the masses, he needs to regain his composure. He sits up with his eyes finally open, friendly but carnivorous.]

"Fellow inmates!"

[The corners of his lips upturn again almost instantly, like the edges of sharpened knives. His voice is like honey, but all he can think is how inmates are probably some of the troubled people in the entire world—perfect suckers for him.

"Fast, reliable, I’m the delivery god Yato! A bonafide god, I’m telling you!" [So don’t question it.]

"Does anyone need any help out there? It seems like we’re all in a" [beautiful] "strange situation, right?"