MarinaNova Asylum

[There's a crackle as the audio clicks on for a few silent seconds before briefly, the video feed portrays a sneering Logan in the midst of a battle with one of his finer enemies: technology. The camera falls sideways.] - piece of sh- [click!]

[Five minutes later, the audio returns.]

What ever happened to good old fashioned walkie talkies? Telephones? [Gruff.]

I've got a few questions for those who've been here long, or the longest.

What's been tried and what hasn't. You've probably all heard this a thousand times over but bear with me, I'm new. [Snort.] The walls don't get damaged, I figured that one out on my own. But who's dug down? How far've you gone? What areas are restricted and has anyone figured a way in. If not, what's stopping you. Because believe me, I'm durable. More so when I'm pissed off.

[Action \ Open]
[Kitty is standing in a clothing store in Sector 4, trying not to freak out. She doesn't understand how it's possible, but she woke up decidedly pregnant or at least her reflection did. Not so much that it looks like she's giving birth any second, but more than enough to know it's not just that burrito from last night.

Shockingly, the prison clothing store does not carry maternity wear, but she needs something to...hide it. Until she can figure this out.

And eventually she'll have to leave the store, so there might be some attempts at stealth mode getting back to the apartment. Is it safe to airwalk through tree limbs while pregnant? Watch out for occasional falling leaves when she solidifies for a break.]

[Voice \ Closed to Reid]
Reid, I... Um, sorry, wrong number. [Such a good cover when you say his name.]

[Video \ Closed to Ton and Alex]
[Keeping it nice and steady on just her face. No full body shots for you yet!] I think I might need a doctor.

(OOC: Afflicted with the Reflections Event)

Hey. [Clearing his throat a little. He doesn't speak to everyone at once like this very often. But he's been working with Deanna to track this thing and now she's gone and he just needs to get the information out there even if he doesn't have all the details.] We have a situation. I've been talking to people and keeping an eye out and some of us are or have been affected by the pearls that were brought in from sector 6. [You know, by the green girl.]

I'm not sure exactly how they work, but they're amplifying or creating feelings in people. It could be anger or nothingness. [Those were a couple he was pretty certain about from Jack, Mal, and Korra.] But it could be more than that. It could be any emotion. [As far as he knows.]

If you have a pearl you need to get rid of it. [Driving this point home.]

If someone you know has a pearl don't touch it. It could transfer over to you. Just get them to...[yes, what? Put it in the trash] maybe just take them back to Sector 6 or call me and we'll talk about it. just don't keep it.

(OOC: Pearl info and plotting)

[In case you were having a quiet day, here comes Momo to bring the noise!

He has the biggest, dorkiest grin on his face before deciding to go with a more devilish look!]

HELLO EVERYBODY! I'm Momotarou Mikoshiba! I'm 16-years-old and I'm looking for your ESL! [Yes he said ESL rather than A/S/L.]

Looking for girls ages 15-18. A year or so over that is fine too! Let's talk about our favorite foods and go look at beetles together!

[Kitty is up and out early. Working out in the training center and after a shower making some rounds through the prison. It may not be strictly part of her Defense Force schedule, but it helps clear the head and keep her active which is nice after the whole spilling every little thought thing that happened just a couple of days ago.

Of course there are some new obstacles out in the prison today to keep things interesting.]

[April stares at the camera without much expression except some resigned disgust. She's sitting on a bench in Sector 0, still in her in her orange jumpsuit.]

Hey. So. This sucks. This is because I drove a riding mower through a Nordstrom one time? And...all that other stuff. Come on. Ugh. Someone either tell me something useful or just shut up.

[ deanna is making this as a voice post, which should tell everyone who knows her how she's really doing, but there's also the problem with the fact that she's stressed. plain and simple. she is stressed and her voice will betray that no matter what she does. she's been using her plexing all morning and it's only marginally helping. she's been out of sorts all day so far, since she woke up, and now that she's more than certain he's actually gone, she knows she needs to put out the word. ]

For those of you who knew him -- I know he was resident here for a very long time, so there are likely more of you who knew him than me -- Data is... [ what? gone? lost in the dimensional stabilizer? ] Data is no longer a resident of this facility. If he had any lingering business that needs to be looked into, I will take on what I can, but I think... for today I will be remaining in the apartment. I apologize to those who might have wanted to come see me at my office. If anyone would like to speak with me, I will be still available, of course. I will simply be remaining in the apartment for now.

[ because right now she needs to stay in the apartment, away from people, where she can quite possibly cry this stress out in peace. though the offer for company is meant, in most cases. ask for her location, friends, and ye may well receive. ]

Thank you for your time.

[There's really no denying it anymore. Zatanna is gone. The only thing left to do is announce it and move on, right?]

Zatanna was around for a long time and I don't know everyone she talked to so, you should probably know she is... [She can't quite get the word "gone" out. What follows is a little more explicit and for those who didn't step through a glowing door recently it just may be news to you.] Trapped in some kind of see-through pod in the real prison while we're all in here having hay rides and dances in our minds. [Frustrated. Upset. Sad. Also greedy, but that's just the pearl's fault and really neither here nor there except that it ramps up just how much she wants her friend back!]

The festival continues. The dome's "sun" begins to set and the the sky is painted in gradually darkening shades until all is dark beyond the warm glow of the lanterns and sparkling of the colored lights on the rides and booths.

The speakers high above on the floating island begin to play soft, instrumental music and the dark dome flickers to life once more as projections of landscapes light the sky. They fade in and out every few minutes with images of cityscapes, deserts, seasides, mountain ranges in shades of futuristic, ancient, post-apocalyptic, foreign, and outer space. It may seem like a random assortment at first, but then the scene shifts again and just might take your breath away as you recognize what you're seeing. No people. No animals. But the landmarks are all there. It's a place you grew up or lived or worked or fought for or died at, and then it's gone again, fading into someone else's memory. Sometimes the scene is distinctly autumn-themed. Sometimes it isn't.

After an hour or so the scene shows another sunset and the sky goes dark aside from the sparkling of a starscape. New lanterns are lit leading a path to the beach where there's a large white open-style tent with a dance floor, the ceiling strewn with fairy lights. Flames light the fire pits and there are several cozy resting areas set up with plush cushions and thick candles half-buried in the sand for light. The music takes on more variety and life, perfectly suitable to dancing. Refreshments are available for those who've yet had their fill or simply need a moment to cool off away from the dance floor for a moment.

[Here he comes to set the mood, and by set the mood I mean cause everyone to get all angry or confused or whatever else people tend to feel when they hear the typical things he liked to say to rile people up.

And of course, as usual, in his deadpan tone.]

Every time I think we're gonna get something exciting like a war or a riot, everything quickly goes back to the way it was before. Nobody knows how to have any fun here.

[The video feed turns on and Katherine smiles, trying her best to friendly, if she ends up getting mistaken for Elena well that is obviously a coincidence, not intentional at all really! Or so she would claim if called out on it]

Well this is new. It's definitely not the first thing that comes to mind when thinking of a prison but I think I got the gist of it. Though I have to say that these outfits we arrive in could use a makeover— orange is so not my color. [She frowns for a moment looking briefly offended by it before shrugging it off and continuing]

Is there anyone else from Mystic Falls here? I'd hate to wish this on anyone but it'd be nice to see at least some familiar faces. [That is the last thing she wants but whatever it seems typical of people do ask that from what she's seen but she's also asking as a precaution too so she isn't caught completely off guard with who else is here] I'm not entirely sure what they want us to do here but here's a poll for the masses since I'm going to be stuck here. Any recommendations for fun things to do around here? I could use a few suggestions.

[Meanwhile if anyone wants to run into her, she'll just be exploring her surroundings being pretty much anywhere around the dome]

Out of the frying pan and into an ugly orange jumpsuit. Great.

[His voice is gruff and slightly irritated, but he seems to be shrugging all this off as well as anyone.

He’s seen a lot of crazy shit in his life, after all.]

The name’s Bobby Singer. Guess I’m stuck here with the rest of you hooligans.

[He’s not the ‘nice to meet you’ kind.]

Someone care to point me in the direction of the nearest bar? Gotta admit, I'm still trying to figure out why the hell a prison would even have one, but I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.

[ Did you really think you'd be allowed to explore freely to your hearts content? This was never meant to happen and it certainly wasn't meant to last — before long the security system kicks into gear, unleashing a veritable swarm of spider robots designed to encourage and hoard reluctant prisoners. You're welcome to try and escape or even destroy a few, but they'll keep coming in overwhelming numbers, armed with tiny tasers that zap and prod until every single one of you has been sniffed out and brought to the exercise yard.

The Engineers are waiting for you there. You were brave enough to exploit a security breach. Perhaps your rewards will be a one-on-one with the very people responsible for keeping you here? Or perhaps this is just a way to buy time. Either way, you'll be stuck out here until they decide to end it. ]

(OOC: This mingle is for those who went through the doors only. Feel free to mingle amongst yourself or approach the Engineers if you're brave enough! They will have threads for this purpose here: SMITH and MARY

EVENT INFORMATION | REAL MARINANOVA INFORMATION.)

[You have an adventurer's spirit, or maybe you're just following the crowd, whatever the case, you've left the central core behind.

What else is there to see and do and find? Hungry? Maybe you can find yourself a delicious pill to eat in the cafeteria. Or maybe you want to spend your time and energy breaking into a closet in the dormitory. Explore. Make some memories. You may even end up keeping them.

But how much longer do you think it will be before someone puts you back in those pods you so recklessly abandoned?]

(OOC: This mingle is for those who went through the doors only. The locale section will detail the areas you can explore. Please note that some areas specify barriers that would prevent exploration! The next one will be for encountering the engineers in their natural habitat. EVENT INFORMATION | REAL MARINANOVA INFORMATION.)

[The last thing you remember is walking through a glowing door. Whether that was a good decision or a bad one is going to depend heavily on how claustrophobic you are, because right now you are fully encased in a very streamlined, sophisticated pod. It is regulating your body temperature, monitoring your vital signs, administering nutrition and dozens of other odds and ends to keep your body functional and healthy during its stay.

You're not usually conscious for this part of things. If you were, it would be a pretty boring experience. On the plus side, there aren't any tubes or wires attached to you. Those are a little too outdated for technology like this. The other plus is that you can open your pod hatch with a push. Luckily for you, those muscles in your arms and legs haven't atrophied. That's part of the science, but it's not perfect. There will be some aching and discomfort.

Take a minute to take stock of everything. You're wearing a bodysuit you don't remember putting on. You're in a giant, spiraling room you've never set eyes on before and your powers—if you have any—are blocked. But you're not alone. There are other people pushing their own pods open or lying still and silent in theirs. In fact there is a very large number of pods. You might not recognize everyone, but that doesn't mean they weren't an inmate at one time—they were even if it was brief.

For the moment there are no bots coming for you, no alarms going off that you can hear, and no immediate threats. The space is vast and the doors aren't locked, but you also might not recognize them as doors or understand how to activate them just yet.]

(OOC: This mingle is for those who went through the doors only. There will be two additional mingles for those who went through the doors and one for those who stayed behind. This mingle should be confined to the central core. The next one will be for exploring. EVENT INFORMATION | REAL MARINANOVA INFORMATION. Make sure to read these links. They have additional information you'll need for this setting.)

[ video ]

[ Getting tased was not fun -- it actually made him feel some strange, crushing emotion that he had been heretofore completely unfamiliar with -- so he might as well get this "craft supplies" thing out of the way. Of course, it would help if he actually knew how to make these things... So in this video post, Raito/Philip/whoever he is can be seen sitting at a table in the library, looking through a book as he makes some extremely lousy-looking dreamcatchers out of construction paper. ]

As "punishment" for leaving the beach area yesterday, I am required to share a "secret about myself". I was unsure of what exactly this entailed, as there's nothing I particularly cared to hide to begin with, but a perusal of a dictionary provided me with the definition beyond human understanding. Thus, the secret that I am going to share is this: I am the smartest human being in the world.

[ Absolutely no irony here.

He scowls down briefly at his terrible dreamcatcher, which looks more like a web spun by a drunken spider. ]

[VIDEO]
[It's well into evening by the time Chekov, confident that he has a solid understanding of this new prison, makes use of the communication device that he was issued upon arrival. The nineteen year-old bears a striking resemblance to a current inmate. His posture is significantly better, he looks far healthier, and he has a ridiculous accent, but there may still be confusion.]

This is Lieutenant Pavel Andreievich Chekov of the starship Enterprise. I would ask anyone who is affiliated with Starfleet to respond to this message, please.

[Not the most subtle of hails, but he doesn't want to risk missing fellow officers by taking a stealthier approach. Why put effort into being subtle, anyway? Isolated prison universes are very different from, say, alien planets; Starfleet's rules regarding contact with new lifeforms hardly apply.

Business out of the way, the Russian abandons the careful diction and formal tone for something warmer and more personable.]

Is there anyone who is interested in speaking with me? I find foreign universes very lonely and boring when everyone is still a stranger.


[ACTION]
[Chekov spends the day investigating sectors one, two, and three, taking a special interest in the maintenance bots that are busy cleaning up after the storm. The food carts in sector one also capture his attention. As soon as he decides that it would be ridiculous for those in charge to poison those they wish to rehabilitate, he becomes intent on tasting everything that is both edible and unfamiliar. When imprisoned, it's always wise to take advantage of any hospitality offered.

He keeps the headset off as often as possible. It's an annoying contraption--not nearly as sleek and unobtrusive as devices at home with similar functions. Should anyone address him in a language that he doesn't understand, however, he's perfectly willing to put it back on, as is polite.]

[ action ]

[ This is not the syndicate laboratory. The boy looks around himself in a panic before noticing the message playing on the headset he's been given. The welcome message makes sense, he guesses; the list of crimes, not so much. There are a couple that he can understand why, in theory, somebody might accuse him of them, but he has no idea where most of the rest of them came from.

He's never even driven a car before, let alone without a license. Or while asleep.

And he's never heard of any MarinaNova Asylum. Well, that's easily solved with a simple lookup. Standing right there in the middle of the sidewalk in Sector 2, paying no mind to the storm damage surrounding him, he closes his eyes and spreads his arms to his sides.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing. He can't access the Gaia Library. This... is not good. ]


[ video ]

[ The boy on the video feed is visibly disheveled. His hair is a mop-like mess and there's a look of disorientation in his eyes that goes beyond the usual new arrival. ]

What is this place? I can't look anything up. I need to-- my research, I can't be here--

[So. There it is. His own little store.

Nico isn't entirely sure what he's supposed to do with it. It was a spur of the moment decision. He already picked up some supplies to make signage. Poster board and markers. This was not going to be fancy place, no sir. He would have done this yesterday, but thanks to the anomaly, he'd forgotten about it.

He's going to need product as well. Which means he should probably make some kind of announcement. Ugh.]

[ Video ]

I've, um, opened a store for second hand goods in Sector 3, so if you've got any items you no longer need or want, I'd be happy to take them off your hands...


[ Action ]

[Nico can be found at the shop most of the day, cursing over signs, accepting donations, scratching his head over what he's got himself into, or maybe dozing off when it gets too quiet.]

[Young as he is the teen on the video feed certainly looks like someone who belongs in a prison jumpsuit. Maybe it's all the piercings or the scar or the bleached hair. Or maybe it's the way he's yelling.]

Hey what the hell?! I thought we already caught the killer! Hey!!

Teddy, this better not be you, ya stupid bear! Senpai? Anybody? This ain't funny you guys!