MarinaNova Asylum

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[If you are in Sector 4 near the gardening plots, you might have heard the sound of bees buzzing along without a care near their hive, but it wouldn't last. There would be a shout of surprise and then another that was a curse of pain, and footsteps stumbling along. Look in the right direction and you'd see a young man with a mess of long hair flinging his arms around as he fought off the bees he'd unintentionally angered by waking up right next to their hive and knocking into it when he woke up, confused and disoriented, sending several of its inhabitants into a tizzy.]

Damned little demons!

[He's even more confused as to why the stings of the bees hurt--or why he can't simply use his speed to outrun them--but his main priority will be getting away from them and then trying to get some answers. But in his hurry he maybe tramples over some of the nearby gardening plots and doesn't see the people who might be nearby while he's trying to shake the enraged insects off his trail and out of his hair.

He barely notices the device on his head before he grabs it and swings it at them, like a weapon that he doesn't have. Public Video turns on just in time to see him trip over his own two feet while whipping his hair out of his face to see the enemy. The device drops to the ground and he scrambles to his feet, body tense, slit pupils contracted and teeth pulled into a near snarl. It might almost look like he's been in a real fight.]

How many of you are there?!

[ It's a few hours after daypost when a, to some, familiar voice comes over the network. Voice only, this time, very deliberately so. There's been a need for adjustment. ]

Heeeey, so... look who got picked up for a sequel! Yeah yeah, I know... I shouldn't be surprised, what with all this charm and charisma. There's still about a million things I'd rather do than be here, including pulling out every single pube on my balls with a tweezer - no offence, of course. It's not you, it's me. Where was I...

Right! Big guns. Things that go boom. Will settle for something long and sharp, if you know what I'm saying. Any progress on that? It's been like... a while since I asked.

[ Locked to Spider-Man. ]

[ Usually he'd go to Weasel for this sort of thing but of course he's nowhere to be seen so- ]

Hey, Spidey. You around? I have a problem.

[Action ]

[ This is pretty much the worst case scenario and despite the reconciliation with Vanessa, Wade is feeling way too exposed here. He knows what he looks like and maybe she can get drunk enough to love an incestuous pizza face but he has a feeling he won't get as lucky with a dome full of strangers. He needs his suit, but until then he needs a temporary concealment. Back to his roots, to hoodies and balaclavas, one problem at the time.

He stealths through the dome to the best of his abilities, which isn't a lot all things considered. You can't sneak in a bright orange jumpsuit, but he gives it a damn good try, aiming for the nearest clothing store where he can cover the hell up. ]

[If you're outside today it will be hard to miss all the whimsical, high-flying kites. Might as well get some of your own or spend some time getting them out of trees.]

(OOC: EVENT INFO)

[Well, this is a sight isn't it. There's a rather large ball that's rolling around the dome. It has been here before, but it hasn't been for a while. Given its size and mode of transportation, the communicator is impractical.

So it is rolling around, trying to find someone that it knows. It's not dangerous. Sphere isn't ramming into things and she can actively avoid obstacles.

Anyone want to try and talk to her?]

The first sense that came to the Doctor was the sound of the ocean, roaring as waves ebbed and flowed at a leisurely pace. Dark brown eyes blinked, trying to process how he got here, but the only thing that came to mind was how much he hated oceans this very moment. Oceans that contained beaches that brought back too recent memories he didn't want to dwell on any time soon.

"Yeah? And how was that sentence gonna end?"

"Does it need saying?"

Blinking once more he's out of his reverie, glancing downwards to his -- orange jumpsuit? It wasn't one of his that resided in the TARDIS for limited oxygen adventures or being out in space. "What?" He's startled, thinking perhaps he truly has lost track of time and apparently changed clothes? But these weren't his trainers either.

All his senses are registering that this certainly wasn't the TARDIS, nor his clothes, nor anywhere he recognized immediately off hand. Gradually he turns, seeing little huts and BBQ stands, and in the near distance a large building complex and a stable of sorts. Hastily he makes his way towards these buildings in hopes people could explain where he might be, during which he's being informed by his communicator a quick run-down of his current situation and location.

His affinity for shops took the edge off his irritation and confusion as he approached the convenience store. Popping his head in, he's relieved to see other people before he steps in. "Has anyone seen a big blue police box anywhere?"

[Luke looks a little bewildered and concerned. He's worried about being separated from his family and what seems to be so far from home.]

This is all still confusing to me. I will admit to having been seen as a criminal at times in my life, but it was only by the real criminals, the ones who seized power in the galaxy and ruled through fear. I've devoted myself to protecting others.

Anyway, my name is Luke. Luke Skywalker.

[GREETINGS, EXALTED ONE --

the young man who comes into focus as the video feed clicks on exudes an aura of calm and clarity more than anything else, apparently unperturbed by the bizarre circumstances in which he's found himself -- or maybe just used to dealing with the like. he looks directly into the camera as though trying to meet the eyes of whoever's watching. the wardens, he assumes (or hopes). it's his best guess without the force to guide him, and that's something he's trying not to dwell on.]

I've had worse welcomes, but I would've preferred getting this one face to face. Your offer is a gracious one, but I'm afraid I can't take you up on it. [as justified as it is. but instead of articulating that, he just raises his eyebrows with faint amusement.] The rest of my natural life has already been spoken for, you see. But please -- allow me the honor of a personal audience with you. I'm sure we'd be able to work things out once we have a chance to talk.

[he believes it about as much as he'd believed jabba would show them mercy, but he has to try. even if he didn't want to avoid a fight anyway, his odds without his lightsaber or the force aren't promising.]

(ooc | for an action option, anyone can find him near the beach -- he'll probably be watching the ocean in utter awe.)