MarinaNova Asylum

[ although the morning's rain prevented them from getting an early start on setting up, quinn and rebekah have managed to pull everything off in time for the dance to start. there's tables to sit at when you don't feel like dancing or enjoying the surf, lots of hawaiian-themed snacks and desserts to eat, grass skirts and leis available for those who wish to wear them, lanterns and torches everywhere, with live music provided by quinn, oz, jack, lacus, and anyone else who wishes to get up and sing!

the only thing this party's lacking is the booze, per quinn's intentions of having this be an alcohol-free party. however, that doesn't mean someone isn't going to spike the punch when she's not looking, so if you were planning on doing so -- have at it!

so, go ahead and dance it up with your dates, mingle with some new cr, hop around, and threadjack to your heart's content. festivities will carry on until sometime after midnight when clean up will commence. enjoy! ]

[She is sitting in the pavilion, watching the butterflies flittering around in awe before she decided to try and reach out to someone. She isn't paying as much attention to whether the transmission is audio or video, as long as it is heard.]

I didn’t know that they had butterflies in prisons. But I guess, this doesn’t seem like the kind of prison that Dad talks about back home. It’s like a really strange dream, but…[She doesn’t know why she would imagine a dream like this.] I know I did something bad, but I really didn’t mean to. And I really don’t want to do it again. [She doesn’t say she won’t, because she knows she isn’t normal. She can’t make those kinds of promises.] Can’t I just…go back to my Dad? He’ll make sure I don’t do anything.

[She’s quiet, unsure for a moment.] It’s better if I’m not here. I was better where I was.

[She doesn't expect a response, but still...] ...Is anyone there? If I'm talking to myself, I'd at least rather know about it.

[With modly permission, here's a new mingle for the event to make it count for the next AC. OOC details here.

And psst, remember that Puck isn't altering anyone's mind: no character will actually believe themselves to have always been a zombie hunter/cop/what have you.]

((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))

[ It's a good thing this class is only an hour long, with how antsy Reid is today. With Hotch showing up you'd think that he'd have better things to do but their fearless leader will need some time to adjust and Morgan seemed to be on that, so the class will be on like scheduled. It's a good enough distraction, even if it's all too obvious that his mind is on other things when he isn't talking about victimology.

Good thing there's a roleplay session planned. He probably won't be able to keep his concentration for the full hour anyway. ]

( 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. The attached wikipedia links are a full account of the entire lecture so feel free to use them as topics of discussion! ))

( Superspies gotta overthink )

[But he's not going to get anywhere in an empty building; best to chat up these alleged "inmates" and figure out what's up. He hadn't bandaged his injuries yet, having had other priorities, and decides not to -- that plus the orange outfit will probably encourage people to be extra helpful.]

[Holding his injured left arm close to his body, Michael stumbles out into the street. His head is bleeding and he looks a mess -- like he just jumped off a balcony and landed on a car, in fact. He approaches the nearest person, sizing them up and watching for nonverbal queues.]</small>

Hey... what happened? Where am I? [Playing disoriented works with his head wound, and should hopefully inspire some pity.]