MarinaNova Asylum

[ While Kitty is moving on with her life through puppies and paint, Reid is continuing with his through the same routines as always. It's a strange, quiet day what with the robots not being around for once and it's that silence that makes him leave the apartment and hit the streets. He needs to pick up some things for the apartment anyway, now that Nathan's moved in, needs to pick up some books at the library and a couple of extra notebooks and printer paper. Stuff. Life goes on, and today it goes on with lighter steps.

He can be found en route to the library or Bull's Eye, or studying the kiosk in Sector 0. There has to be something going on, right? ]

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Um... [Look at this sheepish face, Marina!]

I guess I've been here a year today. I'm the first anniversary. I'm not sure if that's a good thing. Should I do something? Do I need balloons?

[If nothing else, be impressed with his mathing skills that he was able to figure out today is his one-year anniversary in the prison.]

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Um... Excuse me, this is probably a silly question but, um... [ Come on Wendy, this isn't the first time you have made a post, you can do it! ] What sort of family are the Suidae family? Were they important? Did they make shoes?


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[ Look, she's curious. She has no idea what she might be getting into but she has to visit the museum to have a look at this ungulates thing that she doesn't know about. Maybe it's useful, right?

She's a whole lot confused, while she's inside the museum having a look, and after she exits.

Cue a very puzzled girl who doesn't understand what she just saw. ]

[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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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.

[Bruce is not amused for a variety of reasons not least of all that he has more important things to be doing. Whatever that person showed him, the future, a dream, he isn't sure what but something's coming and he needs to be finding the other people like Diana to help.

But instead he's here. In prison. He's usually the one putting people in prison. (Well, Arkham is more of an asylum than traditional prison but close enough.)

In any case, he puts on his public persona before opening up the video, at least it's a mask he's used to wearing.]

I have to wonder if everyone's list of crimes are quite as colorful as mine is -- if I didn't know better I might think someone was trying to slander my good name.

[Actually, most of them are right but people don't need to know that. Bruce Wayne is totally not Batman.]

Perhaps you've heard of me, Bruce Wayne, the owner of Wayne Enterprises in Gotham City. I will admit I've had a shall we say colorful reputation over the years but I would hardly think it warrants being imprisoned.

I'd ask how one gets out of this place but if that was possible I'm sure none of you would be here still. Of course, if I'm wrong in that assumption, please let me know. I have things I need to attend to back home.

[There's a smarmy sort of smile as he thinks of how to end this message. ]

If there's anything you think I should know about this place, please enlighten me, I'm all ears.

(OOC: EVENT INFO | RAFFLE THREAD)

(OOC: EVENT INFO! )

[ It's weird how one of the few (the only?) married couples in prison so far has failed to nail down a proper double date, but getting one with Tpn's bosses² makes up for their general failure. The apartment has been tidied up, chubby five-month old puppies reluctantly washed, spider cages polished and enough food to feed an army is currently being cooked in the kitchen. Of course there's pie. There's always pie. ]

[ She could use her magic again. She was so happy about that, it made her immensely relieved. But also determined to help, because as she might not like to fight even if she is fully capable, she does like to be of use, and what better way then to offer her other abilities as the Sky Dragon Slayer? ]

H-hi... [ She's not used to making calls.. She's talked to some people but that was on their posts. They don't exactly have these sort of things in Fiore. She swallows, and tries again. ] Hi! I'm Wendy Marvell, a mage from the Fairy Tail guild! [ Yes, good, keep going, she encourages herself. ] I'm a mage that use air magic, and through it I can use healing spells. So if anyone needs any help being healed, I will happily help out! I don't want people to be hurt, so, um... [ She falters for a few moments. ] So that's why I want to help!

I'm.. also looking for my friends. I haven't seen them and I don't know entirely how to use this contact device yet so maybe they're not here but, I was hoping that anyone might have seen my friend Carla or any of the other members from my Guild.. Like Natsu-san, Erza-san, Lucy-san, Happy or Gajeel-san.. Carla is an Exceed, she looks like a cat and is white. Natsu-san has pink hair and he is the fire dragon slayer so he uses fire magic like I use air magic. Erza-san has long red hair and is really strong [ mumble: ] She can be scary when she's mad.. [ Ah! ] She's sort of a knight and she's really strong, the strongest person I know! Lucy-san is blond and she uses Celestial Spirit Magic. Happy is often together with Natsu-san and he's a blue exceed. Gajeel-san has black hair and a lot of piercings and he laughs "gihi" [ when she imitates his laughter she also tries to imitate one of his grins that are common on his face when he laughs like that ] and he's often together with a black exceed called Panther Lily and a woman named Levy. Gajeel-san is the iron dragon slayer so he eats a lot of metal. [ She loves every member of Fairy Tail, they're her beloved family (not that she doesn't have an even wider family with Lamia Scale and Pegasus and the other dragon slayers) and her love for them is conveyed in her voice. ] I'd be really happy if you let me know if you have seen them or let them know I'm looking for them if you meet them. Any other member of the guild too, or the other dragon slayers like Sting-san and Rogue-san and even maybe Cobra-san even if he's scary..

[ She trails off. ]

So um yes... I'm Wendy Marvell of Fairy Tail and if you need any help please tell me. [ Aah, she said it twice, that was so embarrassing..! ] S-so, ah, bye...!

AUDIO // PRIVATE TO CHUCK & TON

I apologize for not getting back to you sooner about your invitation, but the general and I would be happy to join you for dinner. That is, if the offer still stands.

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Good morning, residents of MarinaNova. My name is Princess Leia Organa. I'm hesitant to refer to us as "citizens," for we're all prisoners within this facility, regardless of whether we enjoy our accommodations or feel deserving of our sentences. I apologize to anyone who has recently arrived to the prison, for perhaps that makes my question poorly timed, but the influx of new inmates reminded me of something I must ask.

Who is and isn't from a planet called Earth? I am not, and I hadn't heard of it until I was brought here. I come from a world called Alderaan in a galaxy I'm sure most of you have never been to before. [ though some of them may have seen, as has been the case with a few. ] Surely I'm not the only one who finds it odd that an intergalactic, multidimensional serving rehabilitation center favors the population of this one world over those from other systems.

Morning, prisoners. Welcome to one more day of absolute boredom and suffering. [ quite the exaggeration there, but Damon's been in a pretty bad mood lately. he's annoyed, frustrated and everything ever. (mostly looking at you, veridical!) Elena, the only face from home he could somewhat tolerate, has once again disappeared into the abyss or stabilizer or whatever. he can't, for the life of him, understand why she keeps being played like a yo-yo. ]

For those of you who are new and for those of you who don't know me, I'm Damon. I run the Blood Shack at Sector 5. [ he's sitting in the back office right now, enjoying a full glass of whiskey. ] I'm looking for fresh blood. Not of the bag variety. Trust me, I have plenty of those in stock. I need bartenders and waitresses, and all kinds of multitasking types. If you're keen on racking up some points for good behavior, or are simply incredibly attractive, or you're looking for a way out of a purposeless existence, blah blah blah, let me know.

[ he points a finger to himself. ] Feel free to ask me any questions. Totally, one hundred percent-ly, open to it. [ he finishes his drink and pours himself another glass. (it looks like someone's not looking to get through the day sober.) ]

Also, ooh. Important to note. We pride ourselves in being discreet about what we serve and who we serve them to. So if your deep, dark secret at home is enjoying sucking on a brain or two, being a cannibal or an alcoholic, we've got you covered. No worries. [ he ends the feed with a wink. ]

Happy Day 365, Marina Nova!

Hear ye, hear ye! Inmates, prisoners, fellow underwater dwellers! Lend me your ears and hands and actually just bring all of you because we're having a ye olde Renaissance Faire to celebrate a full year in this bubble under the sea!

The dome has of course been decked out appropriately. Flickering torches light the pathways, interspersed with larger bonfires that you can cosy up to with that special someone - or perhaps just a glass of honey mead. Pennant banners hang across the gates and along the buildings, sporting the proud coat of arms of the prison (a lot of purple and octopi, for some reason) and many of the clothing stores offer time-appropriate options for those of you who still knows how to have fun. The kiosk has even been re-imagined into a castle.

Many areas within the dome has activities to partake in and, if you're skilled or lucky or both, prizes to win!

( Let the celebrations begin! Fanfare! )

Enjoy!

Hey, everyone. We had a lot of new people arrive yesterday. It's the biggest group in a while. [She wondered if that said something about the state of the prison, but she kept going through her message without missing a beat.] I just wanted to let everyone know that the Day After Welcome Mingle is happening over at the Sizzle & Sear tonight. It's basically a way to help the newbies get to know people around them. So, newbies and oldbies can all come down and hang out. There will be comfort food and drinks.

If you have anything from home in the way of a recipe or comfort type meal you want me to try making for you, I can definitely give it a go. Just let me know, okay?

I hope to see you all tonight.

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[At the restaurant, Piper was definitely doing her thing. It was a little harder with such a large group now that she had lost her hostess Inara again to the system glitch, but she was handling it pretty well, and Sam was a great help when he wasn't focused on the bar.

Standard menu is available, as well as traditional comfort foods that Piper already knows... like mac & cheese, etc. She's also looked up a few Russian dishes after Checkov requested them a while back, so there's a couple of them around, too.]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 364 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ sunny ].

For this day only, the museum will host an exhibit on the number [ 42 ] and its philosophical properties. We encourage furthering your education.

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Warden request post is HERE for your convenience! Mail submissions go here! )

[ It's easy enough to figure out the headset. He even listens to the message and information before he starts throwing a decidedly scruffy, Corellian-sized tantrum about it to whoever is on this thing that will pay attention. ]

Listen, this is General Solo. [ And isn't he glad he can finally pull rank, if there's anyone here he can pull rank on. ] If this is some kind of kriffing joke, it's not funny. But if it's not, then someone needs to tell me what's going on that contaminating carbonite is illegal, not to mention my fault.

[ Not that he'd think someone (one of the Rogues is his first guess) would pull a prank of this magnitude in the middle of a crisis that includes people getting entenched to power droids, but it would be nice if that were the case. Mostly because then he wouldn't really be in prison and could more effectively yell at someone about it. ]

[Pucker up, inmates! It's that day again—your favorite prison holiday! And, of course, the wardens provided lip balm stations for your convenience.

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[Oh look. He's STILL drunk. Mal had seen his disc. He got to witness himself die at the hands of Niska. He hoped his crew was OK.]

Anybody else slotted to die horrible deaths in their future?

[Healthy Mal. Real healthy.]

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[Wander here and stumble there. Mal had thought to go to the stables, but apparently smelling the way he did bothered the horses. He finally ends up on the beach, staring at nothing as he continues to drown himself in whiskey. Fight for those who love him? What does it matter? He's just going to get captured by Niska and tortured to death. The wardens didn't see fit to show him the fact he would actually survive that...

Of course, there's always the chance he can change that future. But it's hard to see at the moment. He'd rather wallow in self pity.]

[Maybe you're at the media store or educational center to play your disc. Maybe you're just out and about somewhere contemplating what you saw or whether to see it. Either way, you're bound to run into someone!]

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[ leia doesn't stop. once she's out the door of the squeeze, she heads directly for the next sector. she knows that spencer lives in sector three's apartments, but she doesn't know which apartment — but she doesn't need to. it's easy to seek out and find his distinct presence once she's on the grounds of the complex. she follows it until it leads her to his door.

she takes a moment to school her expression, expertly pulling back her rage and replacing it with something much more neutral. whether her mask will work on a criminal profiler is up for debate, but leia can't bring herself to care.

raising her hand, she knocks on the door. ]