MarinaNova Asylum

Shadow had a bit of a rough one yesterday after he found his pictures. Perhaps not as bad as some, but he felt numb. Still, that's no excuse to bum around all day, so hes sitting at a picnic table outside, near by his apartment complex, drawing with colored pencils. Drawing robot lions and superheroes mostly.

Though there is a guy with an eyepatch and a blue trenchcoat too. Still it's just busy work, he doesn't see himself as some great artist, nor does he want to be. He's just doing it to pass the time.

Good morning, inmates. Welcome to day 432. It seems you had a nice celebration yesterday, I hope you've enjoyed yourself. For those who need it I believe a recommendation of drinking lots of water may help with any lingering ill effects. [You beach drinkers, you.]

Today in Sector 0 we have set up a display that some of you may remember. There will be a variety of photos from your timelines both future and past and we implore you to take a look - these photographs are yours to take home with you as well. We do hope you enjoy them.

[Jaunty tune!]

(OOC: Event info & Mingle to come.)

I guess this seems only fitting given...everything.

[He looks totally drenched because he's sitting in a tub. He pokes his phone a bit and huffs.]

They made clothes disappear just so someone'd force me to take a bath.

I didn't even smell that bad.


And now I smell like Strawberry.

[ Closed to Wade Wilson ]

<sub>[ Kirk had woken up before Wade, which wasn't all that unusual. He didn't sleep long when he did, and he tended to get up early no matter how late it had been the night before anyways. He loved his morning jog or his morning swim, just something to kick start the system and clear his head from whatever had worked its way in while he slept.

He'd intended to dress and leave quietly, letting Wade sleep and hopefully wake him up with breakfast, except... where were his clothes? He frowned, looking through all the drawers, but everything was empty. For a brief moment he thought Wade had done something, some sort of prank, and made for the front door. He opened it up and peered out, briefly stepping into the halls to check over balconies and out windows. Wade seemed the type to enjoy the underwear up the flagpole type of tricks.

Except they weren't there. They weren't anywhere, and a quick check of the network... oh.

Sighing, he went back inside and made his way to the bed, flopping back down beside his partner with a thump. If that woke Wade up, then grand, otherwise he would find something to occupy himself until Wade woke. Possibly pushups, or maybe he should finish that book he took out from the library. He did only have a few chapters... ]</sub>

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<sub>[ Later that afternoon, Kirk has worked up a make-shift sort of outfit from spare bed sheets - outfit in this case equalling a knotted sort of skirt that came to his knees. From the looks of things, everyone else had similar ideas or wasn't out at all, but he would be damned if he wasn't getting out at least once today. He needed to stretch his legs, and he wanted some fresh produce to cook a meal tonight. Might as well kill two birds with one stone.

That of course meant a stop by the market, crouching and reaching for items, which required quite a few minute adjustments of his skirt (kilt?). On a whim he decided to detour briefly to the library. He should have a book ready for when he finished the other one, after all. It was such a drag when you didn't have something nearby, just in case. Oh, and maybe he should see if he could pick up some beer to take back to the apartment too. Yes, absolutely, this was a 'need a beer' kind of day. And churros. And ice cream.

Was body fat and cholesterol even a thing in a digital prison? Time to find out. ]</sub>

Good morning residents.

I'm afraid we're having some technical difficulties today — nothing to worry about, we'll get it patched up as quickly as we can, but in the meantime some of you might feel a bit... chilly. Today is perhaps a good day for staying in bed.

We apologise for the inconvenience. Truly.

[ To make up for it, have a Jaunty Tune. ]

(( OOC: EVENT INFO!))

[Despite all of the changes that had occurred recently, Lyle had made the decision that he was going to keep the academy going as long as there were still students to attend. If at some point there were none, well that would answer that for him and he'd close it.

But for today, he didn't feel like sitting inside. He had taken what paper work he did have and headed out, bringing Frederick his green haro with him. He had first gone to Sector 0 to get an ice cream (since that was the special thing today) and then for Sector 2 where he could sit and enjoy it while reading his notes. Frederick went with him the entire time, staying beside him]

[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.

[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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[Felicity has decided to stick with voice for the foreseeable future. In fact they're probably lucky that she's not using her evil overlord voice. Then again she doubts most people would find it as entertaining as she does. Instead it's just her with her normal boring voice.]

So, I was talking to a guy over these stupid things the other day and he said I needed to get in contact with a Spencer Reid. So that's what I'm doing right now. Spencer Reid, come out and show me what you've got; code wise that is. He said you had code for this place.


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Huh... That's weird. It looks like the whole arrival schedule is off. Unless it's another glitch.

[He wasn't going to mention the missing people for now unless someone else brought it up. Duo didn't like losses.]

Guess this means I might be giving out baskets on a daily basis now.

Video

[Jack comes on the screen looking sad, his lips pressed together in a thin, hard line.]

Looks like we've lost Kitty. And Chekov and Gaeta.

[In other words, three of his closest friends here, especially after the twenty years' future event. He's feeling more than a little lost in the wake of this discovery.

Also? If Kitty hadn't dissolved the Defence Force a few days ago, it would almost certainly be falling apart now, especially the Investigative Team since that left exactly just him and Ianto in that category.]


Action

He makes an effort to keep to his usual routine - swimming, patrolling (hard to break the habit of a lifetime, even with no official entity to report back to now), eating, getting coffee etc. etc. etc. But he's definitely looking unusually pensive as he goes about his day.

Network Post
[An odd looking face appears on screen, something like a lion mixed with a human, a reduced snout, green eyes, and Ash grey fur. Under all that fuzz, there's an almost cub like quality to his face denoting youthfulness, and the mane stop his head, adolescence. He has cut off the collar and sleeves of the jump suit for the being.

His eyes flick to the screen briefly and his brows knit somewhat.]

Oh. That’s on record, in’it? It is. Um. Uh. Hi. Hello. I’m Shadow and --

[He clams up, not really sure what to say lest it come off as awkward, since this really was awkward. He also seems a bit jumpy, as a sentinel moves behind him, spooking him. He scurries off to a tree and hides behind it, but appears to have one of those deep fried macaroni things to snack on.]

Them droid things are a menace, but only cos I got a power suppressor thing on. How do you get these things off?

Also, I wanna know if my dad is here. Or isn't he? Anyone seen a guy with robot legs and an eyepatch? He's also like a pirate and he's way more a crook than me. This place must be filled with villains and crooks. [He offers a sheepish smile, as he finds this entire thing to be strange and foreign to him. He exhales softly and fiddles with the device before the feed goes dark.]

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Action
The clothes were garish, and he usually didn't care about how his clothes looked as long as he had them. He cut through the top half of his jump suit and ditched it, leaving him clothed in only orange pants with part of the suit tied around his waist to keep them from falling off. He'd torn off the pants below his heels as well so he had mobility. So now he was running on all fours through the district, trying to see what the full range of the power restrictions were. He'd jump and climb on anything he could reach, trying to climb to the top of buildings for a bit of parkour. They didn't seem to be restricting his more natural gifts so that was a plus.

Trouble is he isn't exactly a seasoned pro so he makes plenty of clumsy mistakes, like missing a landing and falling into a window, or falling to the ground if he doesn't catch himself.

It's either that or he's exploring a shop or two, especially if there's food involved.

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 256 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ sunny with clear skies ].

In an effort to encourage [ gastronomical adventures of historical significance ], the museum will host an exhibit on [ the history and cultural significance of fermented grapes ]. Gustatory perception samples will be available, but limited. Please take this opportunity to further 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! The museum is hosting an exhibit on wine through the ages — samples are limited and bottles can be bought in accordance with the IC rules guidelines for this day only. Mail submissions go here! )

[ you. what are you doing here? ]

Hiding, like you. [ except— wait. no. this isn't right. this was familiar, almost tangible as if it were a collection of memory engrams locked away behind a series of unbreakable, undetectable algorithms that had begun to break free of their restraints. she knew this place, but it wasn't right. this— was not right at all. she didn't belong here. it wasn't her fault. that which she stood accused of wasn't her fault. an individual should not have to answer for the collective's wrongdoings.

she went away, like some do — she understood that much. or maybe she was still on the equinox. perhaps she was hallucinating. firm, unwavering in her stance, she'd been willing to perish instead of becoming what ransom and his crew had become. she wanted no part in any of it. she resisted. but he was trying to force her hand, made the doctor—

standing up, only dimly aware of the headset, of the feed, seven draws her hand across her temple and the metallic, ocular implant that's a stark contrast against pale skin and loose, bright blonde hair. she's intact, and an awkward, uncharacteristic clearing of her throat tells her that her auditory processor is operating under normal parameters. her voice is her own, controlled by her own will and not that of a hologram devoid of ethical subroutines.

only then, when she's certain that speaking will produce words and not song, does she address the dome directly. ]

My designation is Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01. I will not comply.

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 246 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ steady rainfall throughout the afternoon ]. We apologize for this inconvenience and have provided you with indoor entertainment as compensation. For this day only, the museum will host an exhibit on [ the history of sexual stimulation through inanimate objects ]. Please take this opportunity to further your education.

Due to recent events, [ The Plush Rump ] is no longer inmate run. [ Maintenance robots ] will operate the establishment until further notice. Inmates interested in operating said establishment are encouraged to contact the kiosk. We appreciate your cooperation.


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! Mail submissions go here! The museum is indeed having an exhibit on various types of sex toys, complete with gift shop! Your imagination is the limit! )

[You'll find him pacing the grounds near sector 0, looking in on the kiosks, watching people and sitting outside the main warden facility at least as close as he could get to it. He looks particularly annoyed, pacing like there's some sort of prey to be found. Probably not. More likely he was going to be charged with loitering come the morning.

Care to talk to him before he gets himself into trouble?]

[ this afternoon finds seven of nine on her way to acquire nutritional supplements -- something to eat. she's made herself a list of the various nutrients the doctor would encourage her to consume on a weekly, if not daily basis back on voyager, awkwardly written on a pad of yellow paper by a hand not accustomed to literally writing things down. she nearly drops it when something unseen catches her off guard, and in her haste -- after nearly tapping her combadge out of habit -- she doesn't lock the feed. ]

The proximity transceiver in my cranial implant has reasserted itself. [ it was supposed to be neutralized for good in the wake of the past year's events. ] I have adapted.

[ Angel is supremely unimpressed. He's woken up in the sparsest graveyard he's ever seen.

Which is ironic, isn't it?

Sector 5 is the name of the game. His clothes have been taken. His sword is gone. Someone dressed him. In orange. And the ankle monitor isn't coming off. Also, he has half, maybe even less then the strength he had before because of the 24 hour ankle monitoring so getting off is pretty much a joke. He figures the paper bag is for him.

At first, he does believe this is some clever attempt at tipping the scales. Wolfram and Hart has done their fair share. But, taking him out of the fight completely breaks every rule. It breaks prophecy.

After realizing there's nothing in the bag besides his communicator, he inspects it. He's never worn anything like it. He takes time to read the pillar. He looks back down at the thing in his hand. He still... doesn't know how to use it because he's Angel.

No welcome message for him, yet! He's going to wander around the graveyard and then around Sector 5 for a bit.

He'll spend some time at the non-denominational prayer center, the gardens... ]

( ooc: throughout the day, he'll explore. especially if close CR does find him. and he'll be told how to listen and use the communicator. but for now, he's wandering. specify what sector you'd like to see him in! sector 6 is pretty much the only sector that's off limits. for now... )