MarinaNova Asylum

( I'm better just pretending )

My designation is Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01 and I am 25 years of age. I am a Human-Borg Hybrid, a female of the Human species, and my last known coordinates were located in a region of space approximately 65,000 lightyears from Earth. The year was 2375. I have been imprisoned since Day 184.

[ she opts against stating that her name is annika hansen, despite giving it out to a few people. data. caroline. and saying that she's a human-borg hybrid is a simpler, condensed version of what she is and an explanation she tires of providing. ]

I have shared this information about myself in order to provide that which I am about to ask. In order to better understand the correlation between various worlds, dimensions, and timelines present, more data needs to be collected. Please answer the following questions:

What is your name? How old are you? What is your species? What was your location prior to your imprisonment? What was the year? On which day did you arrive?

Thank you for your time and cooperation. It is... most appreciated. [ click. ]

[ The feed comes on and we're greeted with the sight of a bed-headed Ferris Bueller, his t-shirt and pajama pants obscured by a tremendously fluffy bathrobe, sitting on the edge of the bed in his room. ]

Hi, good morning. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Ferris Bueller, and I'm about to monopolize this particular feed on your headgear for the day. Sorry about that, but I haven't been given much of a choice in the matter.

[ As he speaks, he stands up and starts walking - out of the bedroom and down the hallway of his apartment. ]

I know what you're thinking, here I am, chatting you up, letting you know I'm going to keep this going all day, and denying any responsibility whatsoever. It sounds sketchy, like I just like hearing myself talk. Well, I do like hearing myself talk, I'm not going to lie about that. I think you should like hearing yourself talk, because if there's one voice you're going to hear a lot of in your life, it's your own. Seems like you might as well get comfortable with it.

But back to the topic at hand, no, I'm not just doing this to hear myself talk all day long. Even a good thing wears thin after a while, and frankly, I'm not sure how much mileage my vocal cords are going to give me before I go all croaky on you.

[ And he clears his throat, making a tiny croaking noise. ]

I'll apologize for that in advance, too, just in case. Anyway, it so turns out that here, if the wardens don't know who committed a crime and they think it's physically possible that you could have committed said crime, even if you didn't, you're guilty until proven innocent. Under most circumstances, I'd act like that's some kind of appalling shock, that I simply cannot bring myself to believe the gross injustice of assuming the worst of everyone - but it's not like I could very well claim to be surprised by that kind of attitude, given the circumstances under which they brought us all here to begin with. Not exactly a massive stretch of the imagination.

Which brings us to the next phase of the wardens thinking you did something: punishment. It so turns out that my particular punishment is... well, this. Broadcasting my day - all day. The wardens say they want me to show that I have nothing to hide, and to be totally honest with you, I don't particularly mind. I've always been what most might call an open, sharing individual. So here you go - wardens, my fellow abductees, and eavesdropping deep-sea life - FerrisVision, your all-day, all-access connection to Ferris Bueller, who has nothing to hide.

[ He pauses here, at the bathroom door, and arches a brow, one sly little smirk. ]

Well. Almost nothing to hide. You stay out here, kids.

[ And he removes the headpiece, perching it so it has a near-perfect view of a hula dancer sitting in front of his stereo. He turns said stereo on, playing London Calling. ]

I'll leave you with some company.

[ And he flicks the hula girl before he walks off to the bathroom, making her dance for anyone watching. At least until she loses momentum, anyway. ]


[ ooc: So Ferris is broadcasting, open and unfiltered, all day long. Which means that if you interact with him, it will be on the network. Which means no privacy at all. He'll also be out and about in the dome later, so FEEL FREE to run into him. Of course, if you hit him up in action, your character will appear on his video feed. Threadjacking anything is obviously fair game, given the nature of the post and his "punishment". It remains to be seen, but I might do one or more additional post(s) with him later on in the dayweek. ]

((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))

[There was a bit of a mail delay with PM's disappearance, but everyone on the team should have gotten a letter this morning. By noon the roof of the new Defense Force headquarters is ready for guests. It isn't exactly decked out, but there is a long table with finger-foods: small sandwiches, fruits, and hors d'oevres as well as sweets like cupcakes and truffles. An arrangement of sodas and bottled waters sits on one end next to an enclosed punch dispenser. Sorry, no spiking the punch, kids. There are also small standing tables around the edges. The only real seating comes in the form of benches along the sides. The point is to get to know the rest of the team, not to sit and eat, so this suits Kitty just fine. They can thank Lacus for the fact that there is food at all and that things have been arranged in such a way to promote circulation.

She waits until it seems like most everyone has drifted in and calls for their attention while perching herself up on the wall itself. No fear of heights here.]

( Kitty's state of the force address )

[Once she's done, she hops down. The mixing can continue for as long as people want provided they still handle their sectors.]

(OOC: See marinanova_df for details on the force. Roster. To join. Everyone on the DF and anyone they brought is welcome. Curious passers by likely won't be tossed out. Try your luck!)


[Private video to Dirk, Jake, and Roxy (who isn't here, but she doesn't know that)]
Thanks for the invitation. [Which she read a little late. Sleepovers at Reid's can do that to a girl.]

[ Good evening, Marina. Aidan has made himself comfortable at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and it's pretty obvious that we have some Serious Talking to do, despite the practically perpetual warm smile he's sporting. Let's get down to business! ]

Hey guys. I, uhm... I have some things I've been meanin' to talk to you 'bout and I figured today was as good a day as any. Fresh start an' all that, I mean!

Okay... first of all, a bunch of us were talkin' 'bout makin' a memorial garden or something a while back. It'd be somethin' for th' community to do and somethin' we can remember all those folks that are no longer here by too. People disappear all th' time, right? So it'd be good to have somethin' that keeps all of us together, both th' ones that are still here and th' ones that aren't. [ Aidan. You're rambling. ]

A-anyway, I figured I'd ask around and see what y'all think? I'm pretty good with plants an' growin' stuff, but this should be somethin' we can all help out with. Somethin' we made... not just somethin' that was given to us. So... yeah. Let me know what you think an' if you got any ideas and we'll make somethin' out of it!

[ Clears his throat. Next order of business. ]

Michiru an' I got talkin' over therapy 'bout the theater workshop that Kohran used t' do, an' we were kinda wonderin' if anyone would be interested in keepin' that going? Or... startin' it back up again, I guess. It'd be a shame if it didn't happen.

Alright... that's all. Have a good evenin', y'all! [ And with a little salute, he cuts the feed and waits for the responses. ]

[The lab door slams open and in wheels a squeaky cart, carrying a computer tower, a jumble of cords, and flat screen monitor, pushed by Komui who is wearing his "this will be fun!" smile. That usually means run, but too bad for Bak there's only one exit and he's blocking it with the contraption.]

I figured it's time we finally got one of these in here to bang out the finer points of programming. We'll get a lot more done around here once we speak the language!

[Exhaustion and pain somehow turned his intended private voice post into a near-public video; filtered from Tyki only because Komui rigged his device for all outgoing calls. People might have heard Cross' rare quasi-nice behavior from earlier, but he was more covert about heading over to Sector 2 to make sure Tyki didn't actually kill the little bastard.]

We don't have good wine in the house. You should get some. [He intended this call to Rebecca, obviously. Bitching and moaning, as expected from Cross? Except that however pissy his voice sounds, the video shows him leaning, slumping against a wall, eye closed.]

[It's the first time he's kept Judgment invoked for this long since the changes. He tugs up a sleeve to note that the crucifix-scar on the inside of his wrist is bleeding. Stupid thing, don't stain his shirt.]

[Hopefully he can get her out of the house for a while, or piss her off enough that she won't care if he sleeps elsewhere.] Don't bring any of that cheap trash home.

((OOC: Cross might hang up on concerned parties because he's an ass, but look forward to potential threadjacks by Rebecca or Komui!))

[Action]
[Miranda's pet vulpix Lee is playing in grass with a few stuffed balls and bells, enjoying himself while Miranda works on the pruning and weeding her memorial garden. She's been at it for an hour or so now, but her distracted thoughts have made it take longer than it normally would.

Still, the thing she has in mind...she wonders if it would do any good. If people would approve or if last week was exactly the kind of reception she would receive. It's been sitting with her for hours and the idea hasn't left.]

[Video]
[She stares nervously into the camera, taking a deep breathing and trying to figure out how to say what she means in the most effective way.]

Um. Good afternoon. I know that things were um...very tense and not exactly comfortable for many people y-yesterday. And I know that not everyone will agree with me, but...I wonder if maybe the problem wasn't...having a place where we could talk about things, but that...well, we didn't have much of a choice in where, when, or what we were supposed to speak of.

[She smiles a little, awkwardly brushing some of her hand behind her ear so it wasn't in her face anymore.]

So I was wondering if...um, anyone would be interested in joining a...group that would meet every few days to just...talk? About anything! What you like, hobbies you had back home, or maybe even things that...others in the group could help you with. [Then she adds quickly.] I-It would be purely voluntary! And we could um...change the location or the topic and you wouldn't even have to talk i-if you didn't want to. You could just come and see that...we're not as different as we think we are.

That's...um...That's it. If you want, y-you can speak with me privately, an-and I promise I won't tell anyone anything you say in confidence. Thank you for your time. [She bows just a bit before cutting the feed.

...Only to turn it back on a minute later looking very repentant.] Oh! I'm so sorry! My name is Miranda Lotto. In--um--In case you want to speak with me directly. Thank you. [And she cuts it again.]

[The room in the Education Center set aside for this group is set up in a similiar way to those of most other groups: pastries, coffee, and a whiteboard with instructions that encourage the participants to write their name on it for everyone to see (their real name, it gently empathises). And then there are questions!]

( Possible questions )

[OOC: Feel free to tag in even if you didn't sign up in advance! Everyone is more than welcome to come up with their own discussion topics or steal questions from the other therapy groups. My deepest apologies for the lateness of this - I am hit with a sudden case of computer death (which means I might be somewhat scarce, depending on things).]

[There's an annoucement for another group, this one meeting in one of the rooms at the education center. This group is specially made for those with issues with the families. When you arrive to the room the chairs will be moved to form a circle. It's to promote a feeling of unity, okay?

There are a set of sample questions written on a dry erase board, but of course, things might go off topic.]

Sample Questions:

1. How many members in your family are there?
2. Have any of them passed away? How?
3. Do you have any siblings? Brothers or sisters? How many?
4. Do you have a good relationship with your mother?
5. Your father?
6. Your siblings (if you have them)?
7. Who are you closest to in your family?
8. If you could change anything about your family, what would you change?

[ooc: you could be forced to this one by the bots, or volunteer, either way goes. And even if you didn't sign up a character for this one, feel free to go for it.]

[The dojo in Sector 1 is quiet and there have been pillows strewn about a low rise table in the center of the room. This is where therapy group 6 will be meeting as the messages on their communicators will tell. Propped against the table are a few wooden training swords, soft padded baseball bats, and on the table are two wooden boxes. Inside the on the left box are strips of paper with instructions for different activities. The sentinels let it be known that if they participate in them, the session will end sooner and they will be allowed to leave. The other box has strips of blank paper and pens inside. Between the two boxes on the table is a stuffed ball that fits easily into the average person's hand.]

( Break the ice, don't break the table )

{OOC: Anyone is welcome to join this group willingly or claim they were forced into it, no matter whether they were sorted or not. Massive threadjacking and talking over people is allowed since this is a small group and people will hear things. If you have any other ideas for icebreakers or activities feel free to assume they are also on a strip in the first box.}

Sector 6 opened up ten days ago. Has there been an attempt to explore it?

[ because, unfortunately, he's had little luck programing his golems to escape the flora and the fauna. One lost to a raptor, the other, to a gigantic venus fly trap. Golems are not that easy to come by! ]

[She tips her hat when the feed starts. It's Dean inspired.] Heya.

Happy hat day. And secret word day. Even if it's less kinkier than it sounds in reality.

But before I dare you to guess my secret word, I've got something else to talk about.

[She swivels her chair around, putting her laptop's screen and what page on it is open into view.] I talked about making a wiki about a week ago, and I pretty much have it put together. It's not decked out or anything, but the bones are there for people to pad. If you've got access to the dome's intranet, check it out sometime. Took the liberty of making it [and she shows the address on camera as she says it aloud] novanotes dot wiki.

If you aren't sure what a wiki is, it's an editable encyclopedia basically. This one's about the dome, so info doesn't fall through the cracks and people can read up on stuff that they either have questions about, or are interested in. It might cut down on a lot of the usual chatter when newbies arrive. It's freely editable to anyone with a connection who makes an account, which means I'm putting trust in people to make accounts and smart edits. But I've got the ban hammer for anyone who doesn't, so...

Have at it?


Okay, and now you can guess my secret word. [Camera returns to her, tongue caught between her teeth.] Bet y'can't.

[[ The Wiki can be found here, as it actually exists/ can be edited though accounts must be made IC! Please read up on the OOC page there, and remember playing on the wiki does not count for game-wide activity checks. If you've got questions, hit me up on AIM at gravity blasted or ask ic ones to Rebecca, who'd be happy to answer as well.]

Hello everyone. [You are now being addressed by a pink-haired princess.]

It seems the school has lost more teachers. If there is anyone here with experience or interest in teaching or even just expertise in a particular area I would be very appreciative if you might consider using your talents in the school. There's a full course catalog and schedule available on the intranet in the computer labs. They were also in your welcome baskets originally, though they're probably a little out of date from those versions, so I can have new ones mailed to anyone who wants them.

Also...

[She smiles, but there is something difficult in this and it shows. She's afraid no one will reply.] I've been living in a large apartment in Sector three. [And everyone she's lived with has left one by one until she was alone again.] I wonder if there is anyone else who might like a roommate. I don't mind moving either if you prefer a different home.

[ Nor rain, nor sleet, nor a creeptastic invasion of glitch-induced ghosts will keep the Criminology Class from having its first, official lecture.

Reid's been planning for this for weeks but something always seemed to come up — until today. He's spent the morning posting flyers about the class with carefully highlighted information about the where and when and now he's left waiting, anxiously rifling through his notes. Lecturing is nothing new, he's done it regularly for years but this is somehow different. This is with people he knows, about subject matters he's been relatively quiet about.

He straightens up once people start filtering in, soon falling into the comfort of the professional. The lecture may begin. ]

( In Today's Lecture… )

(( The Criminology Class is held in an open lecture format, meaning that there's no ic signup process involved! Feel free to mingle at your leisure — email notifs are off but Reid has a thread HERE if you wish to hit him up. For more information about the setup and purpose of the class, go HERE ))

((OOC: This post begins the power outage portion of the mod-approved Ghostly Event!. This is a mingle post so feel free to post and tag around freely. Action and network posts are both welcome here! However, you are of course more than welcome to make your own posts related to the sudden onset of pitch blackness. Enjoy!))
***

[The hour isn't too late just yet, the costume party's still in full swing and less mask-oriented inmates might still be out and about, doing whatever. Lovely night, isn't it? Too bad it's about to take a serious left turn.]

[Regardless of where you are in the dome, all of a sudden there's a minor power surge as the lights strain with over-brightness for just long enough to draw looks of concern, and then the entire dome is plunged into complete darkness. Anyone paying a whole lot of widespread attention might note that the first lights blink out in Sector 2, then the effect cascades through the remaining sectors.]

[Not long after the dome goes dark, there's a loud clap of thunder and then a torrent of unrelenting rain starts falling. The only light you'll get tonight is half-second streaks of lightning arcing down from the dome.]

[No lights, no power, a nasty storm, no kiosk to complain at. Have fun.]

[The Blood Shack has been redecorated for the evening. The lighting is red and the decor is very Moulin Rouge. The bar has had a facelift of sorts and in the spirit of a costume party is featuring 'candy' flavored shots such as Skittles, Sweet tarts, Caramel Apples, Nerds and Tootsie Rolls. All other 'normal' drinks are available at the bar as well as a selection of synthetic blood. The decor continues in the seating arrangements. The entire room, including the dance floor, stage and platform where Eric's throne sits is bathed in red light. Lording over the entire affair is Eric, dressed as a Viking king. Instead of the helm, he's got a crown made of gold foil and cardboard. His weapons are the plastic sort and he's opted to go bare chested rather than attempting to make any sort of chain mail. He has a faux polar bear throw across his shoulders and is wearing a long, blond wig as well as a fake beard.

Enjoy, mingle and come as you want to be.]


ooc:: Mingle, start threads and make general merriment. This is all pre-blackout. On Thursday evening, I will put up a post blackout thread. Any questions? Let me know

[Happy as he acted toward Veridical, Komui isn't exactly celebrating his achievement in getting Cross' Innocence delivered tomorrow. The General's life seems a great risk in order to have him armed, but it's not something Komui wouldn't ask of another Exorcist -- or hasn't. With the Order, it's always rob Peter to pay Paul.]

[Still, that doesn't mean he's not going to take precautions. Which is why he places a private call to Rebecca, making sure to keep his usual smile in his voice as much as possible.]

Heya, Rebecca! It's been a bit. Wondering if we could chat sometime today? [Of course she'll know it's about Cross, nothing to be done about that.]

((OOC: The above is hackable, however if you want to hack more than Komui's initial request please talk to Oli because I'm pretty sure Rebecca would be able to tell, at minimum.))

It's so rewarding when you listen. Oh, wait, you didn't listen. You went around violently attacking fellow inmates and getting yourselves injured. I do hope you're all very proud of yourselves. I suppose it's okay because they are different? Is that one of those context things you are always so disappointed we don't consider for you?

I have generated a sigh for this occasion. [Sigh.]

Now, on to the business of Day 186. There are punishments as you might have guessed. The following inmate has been found guilty of breaking facility rules and full details of his punishment is being transmitted to his device.

Helix Wamtani: Assault
Dirk Strider: Murder and four counts of assault
Jane Crocker: Two counts of assault [A laugh]
Zatanna Zatara: Property damage, injury, and two counts of assault
Dick Grayson: Assault and injury [Hope you didn't think Veridical cared about secret identities.]
Penelope Garcia: Hacking
Piter de Vries: Murder
Dave Strider: Murder and five counts of assault.
Vriska Serket: Murder, injury and three counts of assault.
Laura Kinney: Murder
Kitty Pryde: Two counts of assault

I am sure no one is deserving of any sort of request, but there is something for Kurt Hummel.

Those of you who are out and about today may have already noticed the wall around Sector 6 is down. It looks quite open now, but there is still a barrier in place — one Sector 6 residents will be unable to pass through. I can not say the same for you, but I do hope you have sense enough to stay out of there. I don't expect it, but I do hope for your sake if not theirs.

(OOC: Visit the locale page for Sector 6 information.)