MarinaNova Asylum

[Open | Video]
The name's Kitty Pryde for those who don't know me. I'm the current leader of the Defense Force. It's a group that works on ensuring the public safety whether that's from each other or our robot overlords. [Not to mention putting an end to this whole prison thing. She figures it's no secret from the wardens, but it still feels a little too brazen to be that specific in the public announcement.]

We're accepting new members in combat, investigations, and dispatch. There's an interview process if you're interested. I'll make up answers if you make up questions.

[Private | Defense Force | Video]
Seems like we've lost some people recently. We may have more joining our ranks soon. Until then, Data, I want you to lead Sector 5. Hopefully, we'll have more for you to lead soon. My team will back you up until then.

I want to talk to members of Sector 0 and 4's teams to see who to appoint as leader or temporary leader. [Spoiler alert: she is not picking you, Sougo.]

If anyone else has anything to report I'm listening.

[Open | Action]
[Find Kitty at the Defense Force headquarters today or maybe even heading into a certain bar she once burned down, The Devil's Compass.]

(OOC: DF Roster)

[When Justin woke up, he wasn't quite sure what to make of Marina. He's no stranger to being sucked into alternate dimensions - though usually, it's of his (or Alex's) doing, not some strange otherworldly creature. Maybe he goofed up a spell when he wasn't looking? Justin had already checked for his wand, but it was nowhere in sight. Of course, the Wardens had even thought of power limiters. Nice touch! Justin had ditched the prison jumpsuit for a hoodie and jeans, but he subconsciously tugs on his sleeve every so often, as if he's expecting something to pop out of it at any second.

He's a bit hard to miss in Sector 0, however; he's the one commandeering a food cart selling Italian-style sandwiches.] Man, who taught you how to make a sandwich? [He glares at the poor bot, before properly demonstrating how it should be made!] They should reprogram you - I mean, I'd do it myself, but seriously, you should be ashamed of your programmer. Their sense of taste sucks.

[video]
[Once he's figured out how the communicator works, Justin turns it on and gives a small half-wave towards everyone. He's still in Sector 0, though he'd finally given up and let the bot resume making Seoul-style sandwiches.]

This is really a prison, right? Not a reality show or some movie I'd gotten myself sucked into? I know people've prolly been here for a while - and maybe some of you think I'm crazy for suggesting this is a movie - but it feels too weird to be a prison in any dimension.

All I'm saying is, if this is another horror movie, I'd really like to not die this time.

[ As mentioned by the wardens yesterday, Eric is hosting a costume party. The Blood Shack is lit by candles for the evening (he remembers the last party he had being interrupted by a power outage) and a small buffet of sorts has been erected. It furnishes mostly hors d'oeuvre and finer foods, things that Caroline picked out as Eric hasn't a clue about human food.

There is blood on tap (naturally) as well as a full bar. Eric has made certain to include water, sodas, tea and various non-alcoholic drinks.

The jukebox is playing a variety of music, but patrons are always invited to pick out their own music. The dance floor has a disco ball and there's the ever present 'dancing' pole on stage if someone gets brave. Tables are scattered about as are sofas and chairs so that people have a choice where they sit.

Enjoy yourself, mix, mingle and admire everyone's costume and everyone is required to have a costume in order to be here. ]

[ooc: I've turned off replies so if you want Eric's attention please tag his thread. Mingle here, have fun and be merry? Everyone is invited, including and especially newbies. ]

[ Haruka has an advantage over the other new arrivals - she's had the good fortune to encounter someone she knows from home. Someone she knows very well, in fact. And whom she's apparently abandoned here for the past three months.

Not that Michiru blames her. They've spoken about the asylum, and even started moving Haruka into Michiru's apartment. (Naiad the Eevee doesn't seem to mind.) But Haruka can't shake her uneasiness. If she'd had to sit here, stewing, away from everything she knows....

Well, she'd probably bear it better than she thinks. So this walk was supposed to clear her head.

Yet here she stands outside a jewelry shop in Sector 4, pondering the wares. In her new slacks and jacket, she looks like a man who's been here forever - unless anybody looks down to notice the new-arrival anklet poking out of her cuff. She's also temporarily taken off her communicator - yeah, she knows she needs it, but wow is it gonna take some getting used to.

And wow, random passerby, is this "gentleman" absorbed in his perusal of the shop window. You could probably cut glass with that stare. ]

[[ooc: Test drive thread used as "canon" with Michiru-mun's approval! Come bother the sappy girlfriend newcomer.]]