MarinaNova Asylum

[The feed clicks on to a very annoyed looking Keith.]

So I guess this is what people mean by "disappearing".

For anyone here who knew him, Lance isn't here anymore.

[And the feed was off.]

Morning

[Keith ran his hand through his hair as he made his way into the kitchen, yawning in the process. He rummaged through the fridge until he found an apple and the milk carton. Pouring a glass of milk for himself before putting the carton back, he made his way about out into the main living area to eat. He flopped on the couch next to Shiro, being careful not to spill anything.]

Hey.

[Totally normal morning, right?]

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Afternoon

[So, by now, someone's discovered that he's got fire powers. He could be found over at the beach (the water made it safe, right?) trying them out. It took a bit of concentration to make it work without just burning everything around him, but he managed to figure out how to do a fireball and also something like a flamethrower.

Don't get singed!]

Morning

After waking up divided in two, there was a bit of a relearning curve, walking on the whole foot rather than the toes was a challenge. Matty and Orion, two halfs of a whole being, or two whole beings forced to be one, now two, were now forced apart for no particular reason. It was awkward, yet refreshing. Nice to be able to see each other again as individuals, even if Orion was upset that his age had been reversed, or that Matty was feeling oddly restless.

Orion picked up on this and rumbled at his companion, the white lion speaking to him wordlessly, telepathically as he nods his head to a tree.

"Yeah, we can take a nap." Matty said, following the lion over, laying against him and looking up at the branches above. This was gonna be an interesting day.

Afternoon

Matty's day had gotten arguably worse, sitting on a bench and clutching his knees. He couldn't figure out why he felt so wrong, so empty and frustrated. He grew angry, and Orion grew worried. The boy folded his hands, elbows against his knees as he pressed his hands against his forehead. Where there anyone able to see auras, they'd probably notice that his was turbulent, in conflict. A dark fog started pooling around his feet as whispy black shadows began to dance around him. Anyone walking by, walking into the shadows, will feel their energy take a nose dive as Matt starts to lose control of his darker powers. The ones he doesn't use, or doesn't know he has.



Evening

Matt is back at his apartment building sitting at the front step, he's watching Orion playing around with a stick. He seems pretty down, like the gravity is pulling alot harder on him that Orion. Orion seems to be very chipper and energetic, where as Matt is just crestfallen.


Also visual reference for Matt and Orion.]

[Shiro is so amused by this, he has to share. So he contacts the other three paladins. Hopefully, they will find this amusing as well]

Hey. Remember when we thought of this idea?

[Then he turns the video feed so he can show them the photo. Ah, how they have grown since then]

Uh — hello? Is this thing on?

[ what shows up first is a blurry image, more a smudge then anything else. then lance moves his thumb, and a clearer shot of his face can be seen as he peers down at the phone in his hands, looking equal parts befuddled and wary. nothing against all of this, of course, but when he'd been pondering the sudden and strange disappearance of his official-unofficial leader in one second, only to suddenly find himself here (wherever here is) the next... he kind of has to wonder, okay. ]

Look, uh. I appreciate the apology and all — [ though to be honest "inconvenience" is downplaying it just a bit, isn't it? ] — but I don't really have time for this. [ whatever this is. ]

If this is another wormhole problem, just tell me where the teledove lenses are and I'll grab 'em all up, no problem!

[ or bake them... as the case had been... ]

I mean, not that I'm not enjoying the sights and all, but. I kinda got some universe-defending to do? It's a pretty big deal.

Morning

Ice cream for breakfast was perfectly okay. Mal's not paying much attention to the ice cream though. Sure he's eating it, but mostly he's standing across from the entrance to sector 6, staring intently at the door.

Late morning - Early afternoon

Mal was a flurry of activity. He didn't plan to be gone long - only a few hours - but he did need decent supplies. Water for one. A small bag of supplies he could stash somewhere in sector 6 for later. And of course his trusty pitchfork from the stable. Once he had everything he needed, Mal walked purposefully to sector 6.

Evening

Mal emerges from Sector 6 tired and filthy. The food carts aren't giving him anything he really wants, so he makes his way wearily to Sector 4 for something good. He sat at one of the restaurants, pitchfork leaning against the wall next to his table, while he demolished a burger with relish.

[Things were definitely getting crowded in here. With Pidge's arrival and Shadow now hanging out with Shiro, Keith came to the conclusion that a small, one-bedroom efficiency apartment wasn't the best idea anymore.

Before anyone could leave this morning, he gathered them up in the living room.]

I think it's time we moved to one of the bigger apartments.

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!

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.))

[Hello MarinaNova! Pidge is ambling about, examining everything that catches her interest, especially the robots.]

Hey Shiro. Cajun guy. Or anyone else really.

Anyone need a girlfriend? I know somebody what needs a date.


[He is really trying to help. Honest.]


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[ 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.

[Shiro sighed leaning against the exterior wall of the hospital, not able to bring himself to go inside once more. He also couldn't bring himself to go home either. So he was just going to stand there outside the door of hospital with his arms crossed, staring at the ground.

How could he have done that? No, really, how? He had gotten so completely lost that he hadn't even recognized Keith anymore and he had attacked him. Now that he had his senses back, the moment where he had sliced open Keith's arm kept replaying in his mind. Another thing to add to list of terrible things he'd done.

The realness of the nightmare seemed to be sitting just behind him. The sounds, the voices, everything had been from the world he'd thought he'd escaped from. Even if he was no longer in that world, there really was no escaping from it.

The sound of the medical center's door opening finally did get him to look at the door]

Morning

Keith had felt things were off today, but he didn't think much of it until he heard marching footsteps. When he turned, he was surrounded by marching Galra soldiers, and he panicked. He was alone and unarmed, and this was bad. How did they get here?

He ran, and came to a skidding halt as he caught sight of himself in a window. He was wearing Galra armor.

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Afternoon

After he got through the morning, Keith was starting to realize that this had to be one of the strange glitches in this place. But now, every time he came across someone, they would fade into non-existence. Everyone was leaving him. His teammates, his family, everyone...

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Early Evening

This morning's events had been bad enough, but now Keith was actually Galra in appearance. He tried to hide, feeling self-conscious about suddenly being purple with large ears like this, but he'd been caught away from his apartment, having been chasing down another person who was disappearing from him. It wasn't dark enough for him to hide...

[It was dark, silence broken only by the sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor outside. This… this couldn’t right. There was no way this could be right. This part of his life was over.

Finally, a door opened] 117-9875, get up

[This wasn’t right! But as Shiro attempted get out of the flashback he was seeing… it never came. He was still staring at the Galra drone standing in the door no matter how hard he tried. The sounds around him were of the Galra prison and even the clothes he wore were the same as the prison.

And with absolutely nothing to ground him, Shiro lost himself. He was right back there]

On your feet. It’s your turn to fight again.

Not this time!

[As he leapt to his feet, the drone tried to shoot at him. He managed to avoid it, his hand activated and he attacked the drone, going passed it and out into the hall. There were more Galra drones there, all ready to shoot.

He had no option at this point. If he lost, he’d be as good as dead or would wish he was. He had to make it out]

[ooc: Shiro is quite literally armed and dangerous. He’ll most likely see someone as a threat. His hand generates high energy emission for attacks. Let me know if you want the hand to be active if your character wants to fight Shiro – can have actually be active or he can just think it is]

(OOC: Event Info)

Hey... I have a question.

Is it normal for people to show up from the same universe but different points in time in that universe?

I think it might have just happened.

[Sarah smiles into the camera.]

Hello...

Uh... Nico and I are inviting all the teenagers to a game night on day 420. No! Day 421. Sorry. The days are messed up. So day 421 is game night. In the clocktower estates. Room [insert room here]. We'll have lots of board games, but if there's something you really like, please bring it. There will be food and drinks.

It should be lots of fun!

[She gives one more smile and waves before clicking off the feed.]

[Action]

What was the worst way to go from sitting in your robot lion, flying through a wormhole, ready to fight the being that had attempted to steal your lion, had been the one ultimately responsible for being captured on a mission to Kerberos?

Suddenly being in the water of course.

This was the lovely introduction Shiro had to Marina, finding himself suddenly in the water. It took him a moment to process what had happened before practically launching himself out of the water, finding himself standing on the beach? Where in the name of all things holy was he? ... And how did he end up in that awful looking jumpsuit? No one would every pick such a thing to wear.

It was while he was wading out of the water that he full processed the communicator, the welcome message displayed. As he read it, he had to sit back down. First instinct reacted unconsciously to "prison". Brief flashes from the Galra prison danced across his vision for a moment before he pressed one hand to his forehead, forcing them back.

That list of absurd "crimes" almost instantly became the least important priority. Where was the black lion? Where were the other paladins? Had he really just been separated them right before they were supposed to fight Zarkon?! There was no way that they could assemble Voltron without him! This stupid place had pretty much killed the other paladins, Allura, Coran, all of them!

His hands tightened into fists as he glared angrily at the wall of water on the other side of the dome. Then with his metal arm, he punched the ground as hard as he could.

"Quiznak..."

[Video]
[It takes a bit before Shiro has collected himself in order to use the communicator, but this was very important. There's a concerned look on his face as he speaks]

So it seems that I have just arrived. I do have a few questions if someone can help me. I'm trying to find someone. Actually several people. Does anyone know if it is possible to figure out where they are?

Alternatively, is there any possible way to find out something that is going on back home? I need to know something that was going on back home.

[You know, when she went to bed last night she knew leaving a line of code to run through a few filters was probably a stupid idea. Having done it plenty or not back home, there's something to be said about glass houses and rocks. But really, when did simple hacks garner any more punishment than a public roasting and some menial tasks? Man, maybe this is her punishment? But the lack of a morning shaming sort of makes her wary - but doesn't take away from some of the curiosity of suddenly having a dick in her panties.

Which she's looked at a little. Little more than maybe she should've.

But after a while, she's stuffed it back in her pants and speaking of pants, her skinny jeans really aren't cutting it today. So for the morning (and let's face it, the entire day most like) Rebecca's rocking this put together look as she races out the door to see what else she may or may not have fucked up.

While doing so, she opens a video channel with a huskier than normal voice:] In advance, I might be sorry. I'm not sure yet? So don't quote me. Because I might not be - because this may not be my fault at all and strictly a coincidence.

[Laundromat; Afternoon]

[So after a bit of reckless running around in very comfy stretch pants, Rebecca's added some clothing to her wardrobe but still faces the looming chore of doing a few weeks worth of laundry - why not do it today. Because when she's not distracting herself with code (and error messages and the reality of what she might've done) having some offline chore helps? That's a lie. It's not really helping and she can't tell if it's because it's boring or because she can't wear any of her clothing, so why is she bothering to wash it all?

Sitting in front of a rolling wash, she's stretching a strappy red thong out between her hands with a bored look. And a pile of other women's panties next to her that aren't getting folded or put away. Feel free to stumble in on this crucially weird looking moment.]

[Daffodil Dive]

[Becca's swinging by to catch lunch and do a low key check in on some select, favorite people. The doctor kind that are actually really important. And who ironically can't get her pregnant anymore - hey, is that what this is about? Maybe? No. They wouldn't. Still looking like a puked up crayon, Rebecca folds back her hood when she goes in and goes straight for the bar to look for Chuck. She'll be there for lunch, and then some. Angsty darts seems fun too, with all the testosterone in her leggings.]