MarinaNova Asylum

[The Kissbots don't bother Rebecca at all, so even after she discovers they're back she will be as relaxed as ever in going about her day. It's not a horrible fate to be stuck with someone for a few minute's worth of time, no hassle at all and it's easily solved. So she's not about to go giving people a wide berth in passing or avoiding hitting the streets today, her routine is average. She goes to a few shops, loading up on groceries and other miscellaneous items and working a stretch in the DF HQ.

(Literally, you can find her stretching on her break in a set of gym clothes with yoga mat in tow.)

[Private to Reid - Late Afternoon]

Hey, guess you know what day it is by now, huh?

Just wondered if you wanted a coffee or anything. I can leave it on the doorstep, no prob.

[You won't hear them coming. You won't see their snare. The mistletoe bots are out and they're hunting you, two by two. You can run and you can hide, but eventually you will be caught, and then there's nothing left to do but kiss your way out!]

(OOC: Mingle until your lips are chapped! Information on mistletoe bots event.)

Hey, old-timers. Are the Wardens losing their touch, or did they just never have it? Something else going wrong just a few weeks after that whole other-prison debacle doesn't speak very highly to their management skills. Which I guess is encouraging.

Unrelated, anybody got any inspiring stories they wanna share?

[Open to all]

Get indoors and stay indoors. Keep doors and windows secure. Call the Defense Force dispatch center if you're in danger. We wear these communicators on our heads, so it's a quick call. We can't help if we don't know there's a problem. Call even if you're just without a light source or food. We'll get someone to you so you don't leave a safe location.

Our teams are working on the raptors, but if you do run into them remember that they are fast, strong, smarter than they look, and they hunt in packs. Best idea is to not run into them.


[Locked to Defense Force]

We need to figure out if it's just the raptors that are loose or if other inmates from Sector 6 our out here with us. Report anything out of the ordinary—ordinary being power fluctuations and raptor attacks at the moment.

Keep yourselves and each other safe.


[Action]
( Fighting porn )
(OOC: Backdated to afternoon. It's also possible to encounter her in or after a fear effect for action.)

[THE DEVIL'S COMPASS - SECTOR 4]

[So things had been pretty neutral lately and Tyki's found himself oddly complacent. so maybe that's why when the lights stay out come morning hours and he's roused to wakefulness with nothing but a dark expanse around him that he feels more alert. Maybe it's just the deep call of the darkness that sings to him on a level the sun never can. But he's been here far too long to trust anything in the dark, nor be surprised by it.

So he conducts his day as usual, for an intangible man has no fear of what lurks in any shadow. He departs for the Devil's Compass in Sector 4 and roots through it for useful items. He lingers, the entire place lit up by the flickering amber light of candles on nearly every edge. It beckons the weary or the lost.]

[VARIOUS LOCATIONS]

[Oh, yes he's seen those raptors - and tonight wouldn't be the first time he's fought them. Defensively, instinctively, simply for the pleasure of it, he goes about fending them off and even in some cases seeking them out. Something about expelling pent up steam, whirring gears that are lately so out of use. At least, while battling those weird waves of - no, he's just killing them. No reason. No other effects stir anything in him, not a drop of any uneasy feelings.

From fresh faced and impeccably dressed, wandering with a candle in hand to speckled with raptor blood in your light's reflection he's easily encountered anywhere in the dome. His eyes might be crazed, even, glinting dangerously gold. Careful now.]

[ Voice, open to all ]

'Bout a week ago, some guy asked me how many people I'd seen come an' go since I got here. In three months it's somethin' like... 70 out of 110. Probably more now, I ain't bothered countin'... but that kinda stuff can really get you down, even when you don't know th' numbers. We lose people all th' time here. People we got to know here, friends from back home... [ He falls silent for a beat. Draws a steadying breath. ] An' it's sad. It's damn sad an' there ain't nothin' we can do 'bout it but keep goin'.

...I guess I just wanted t' remind y'all about th' Memorial Garden down in Sector 4. Anyone who wants t' plant somethin' there in memory of someone they lost, whether they were here or back home... you're welcome to. It's for all of us, th' ones that are still here an' the ones that aren't.

[ Voice, locked to Sougo ]

Hey, Sougo... I need your help with somethin'.


[ Action, open ]

[ Aidan will be dividing his day between lugging boxes between Sector 2 and 4, and later spending a few long hours in the Memorial Garden. Feel free to approach the pensive country boy! ]

[There are multiple peg boards set up in Sector 0 today—some tall, some short, some on wheels, some long, some magenta with glitter! But what do they all have in common? They are covered in pictures with familiar faces.

Maybe the face is many years younger and surrounded by family or maybe it's a shot taken in Marina (version 1 or 2!). Maybe it was a time when no cameras were present and yet here is the evidence of that moment in all it's candid glory.

You could have grabbed that really embarrassing or incriminating one and thought you were safe only to find out there were three duplicates! Sweet, horrific, sad, casual, posed, past, or present—the wardens are good at variety, so enjoy!]

(OOC: Plotting post for sharing pictures people might find on the boards.)

[Open | Video]
The name's Kitty Pryde for those who don't know me. I'm the current leader of the Defense Force. It's a group that works on ensuring the public safety whether that's from each other or our robot overlords. [Not to mention putting an end to this whole prison thing. She figures it's no secret from the wardens, but it still feels a little too brazen to be that specific in the public announcement.]

We're accepting new members in combat, investigations, and dispatch. There's an interview process if you're interested. I'll make up answers if you make up questions.

[Private | Defense Force | Video]
Seems like we've lost some people recently. We may have more joining our ranks soon. Until then, Data, I want you to lead Sector 5. Hopefully, we'll have more for you to lead soon. My team will back you up until then.

I want to talk to members of Sector 0 and 4's teams to see who to appoint as leader or temporary leader. [Spoiler alert: she is not picking you, Sougo.]

If anyone else has anything to report I'm listening.

[Open | Action]
[Find Kitty at the Defense Force headquarters today or maybe even heading into a certain bar she once burned down, The Devil's Compass.]

(OOC: DF Roster)

[ As mentioned by the wardens yesterday, Eric is hosting a costume party. The Blood Shack is lit by candles for the evening (he remembers the last party he had being interrupted by a power outage) and a small buffet of sorts has been erected. It furnishes mostly hors d'oeuvre and finer foods, things that Caroline picked out as Eric hasn't a clue about human food.

There is blood on tap (naturally) as well as a full bar. Eric has made certain to include water, sodas, tea and various non-alcoholic drinks.

The jukebox is playing a variety of music, but patrons are always invited to pick out their own music. The dance floor has a disco ball and there's the ever present 'dancing' pole on stage if someone gets brave. Tables are scattered about as are sofas and chairs so that people have a choice where they sit.

Enjoy yourself, mix, mingle and admire everyone's costume and everyone is required to have a costume in order to be here. ]

[ooc: I've turned off replies so if you want Eric's attention please tag his thread. Mingle here, have fun and be merry? Everyone is invited, including and especially newbies. ]

[This group's to meet in the warm, coffee-scented air of Bean Crushers in sector four. Inside the shops doors there's a plethora of cushy chairs, couches and bean bags to sit on and a small stage typically used for poetry or comedy performances. Today it's re-purposed with signs encouraging individuals to use it as a platform to speak from, though smaller grouping of chairs are there for the less social to chat in smaller numbers. Through out the shop is the typical array of goodies; brownies, coffee, cookies and danishes as well as other pastries and small bowls of candy on available ledges. For those who need a little something to get through things, there's also a small selection of alcohol available on the premises.

Several signs and boards around the room list questions of discussion, as well as stacks of cards for inmates to use as topics. (A few examples: "Have you lost someone to the stabilizer recently? Do you miss them? How does it make you feel?" )

[OOC; Mingle! Feel free to use any of the mentioned questions or come up with your own topics of conversation, though remember that the food is spiked albeit delicious. I'll post a comment for Rebecca below, but will otherwise turn off notifs for this page.]

[Anyone summoned to Time-Space Shenanigans Group Therapy will wander down to the Education Center in Sector 2. Specifically, to a large physics lab, which has been outfitted for a day of scientific learning. The first table, near the entrance, has pastries, cookies, endless bowls of fruit, and jugs of lemonade, water, and various sodas. There are bots hovering around the table, as they know that one (or possibly more) of their guests has an endless appetite. Just ignore them - the bots are pretty much there to re-stock the food table.

The other lab tables each have a stack of cards, with instructions to get into pairs and answer them as honestly as possible, making sure to give everyone ample time to answer questions. The tables also have demonstrations for various physics experiments on each table, though they require 2-3 people to get started. Each lab table - except for the one with food - also has a small bowl of candy hidden inside each lab experiment. Although there is no music in the background, there is a soft 'tick-tock' from multiple clocks on each of the walls. Each clock, strangely enough, reads a different time than the one next to it. Not a single one of them is in sync, despite the harmonious tick-tock sounds coming from them.]

( Possible Activity Ideas )

[OOC: Yet another mingle! These are not all the questions - feel free to make some more up if you desire. Also, the questions and lab demonstrations are merely suggestions; if there is another topic that would fit well for you, make it a reality. Today is a day of learning about the horror stories that come with messing with the 4th Dimension, after all.]

[The relationships group therapy attendees will all get a message telling them to report to The Winery in Sector 2. Sadly for them the alcohol is locked away, but there is an assortment of food and non-alcoholic beverages along the bar for consumption. Many of the tables have been cleared out and the chairs rearranged into a circle with booths along the edges for more intimate therapeutic discussions.

And don't forget the party favors! The wardens have left some helpful games and activity ideas to get them started. There's a bowl full of folded slips of papers with various questions.]

( Possible Questions )

[In addition to the questions there are cards with various prompts. One explains the game, I Never. Another suggests people pair off and roleplay they are in a relationship and then deal with various scenarios like what do to if one partner flirts with someone else or comes home late without calling.]

( Additional scenarios )

(OOC: Mingle style. You are not limited to the questions, scenarios, or games listed above. Assume there are more! I recycled a lot of this from last time so if someone was in this group twice they can feel free to notice, but assume there are lots of questions and prompts, so they probably didn't see them all.)

[Lacus is no stranger to cabin fever, given that space travel can be rather claustrophobic. Being forced to bed by injuries, however, could not be more different. She still has limited energy, and so she permits herself only a few essential errands. A blue winter scarf, Sougo's Christmas gift, is loosely around her neck to cover the healing wounds where Spike bit her several days ago.]

[Errands done and Lacus carrying her bag of groceries and other assorted things, she finds herself wandering. When she's not at peace internally she finds herself seeking places that she finds calming: the koi pond, the beach, the butterfly pavilion, random pathways in between which she walks in no particular hurry. She wouldn't mind company...]

[As if sensing so, her pink haro bounds ahead, finding the nearest person and addressing them excitedly as he bounces in place.]

Hello, hello! Friend!

((OOC: Find her at any of the places mentioned or walking with her haro through the sectors! Anyone who can notice by supernatural means that she's been bitten by a vampire is free to do so.))

( Action, closed to Sougo )

[Video/ Public]

[You are treated to the upside down view of Rebecca, sprawled out over the floor lazily and holding the camera overhead for a bird's eye view of herself as well as a carpet covered in a myriad of computer parts, discarded clothing and sporting a red plaid button down loosely buttoned at the front. Otherwise she looks particularly lazy, very much Just Rolled out of Bed. Pants might not be part of the equation yet, but luckily you're only catching the view stomach-upwards.]

I can't count how many times I've dropped my phone on my face, so let's see how this goes.

[She adjusts the lens, still looking up at the camera.]

I'm tired and bored... [and lonely] and hungry. How's the morning after treating you all?

[She got called out publicly, so she doesn't care. Evident by the black band on her wrist being seen here and there, but only when she pauses to adjust the camera; she's holding it in that hand.]


[Private to Kitty Pryde (AOA)]

Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm not going to be able to take my shifts for the next three days. I'll check with Garcia if she can cover me.


[Private to Spencer Reid]

Sorry I didn't make it to your class today. I'll bring you an extra extra large coffee next time.


[Private to Penelope Garcia]

Hey, Garce. If you're by this way later, wanna do me a favor? I need some supplies flown in, so to speak.

Long story short, I'm a prisoner of my apartment for the next three days. We should party.

[ Chuck was not the kind of girl who took misfortune lying down. Sure, it might be scary and disorienting, waking up in an unfamiliar place and realizing that someone must've undressed and then redressed her in her sleep but moping about it wouldn't get her anywhere. Besides, after her last conversation with the Piemaker this sudden change of scenery came as more of a blessing than a particularly rotten cherry on the top of an already sour ice-cream sundae. At least it gave her something else to think about.

And so the girl called Chuck had distracted herself with picking out suitable clothing, fixing her hair and, which may or may not still be important, picking an alias. Now dolled up in a pretty red dress, scarf and sunglasses, she prepared herself for addressing the network that had humming with activity ever since she woke up, not unlike her own beloved beehives. ]

Hello... Marina, was it? My name is Kitty Pimms. I'm new here. I can't say I know a whole lot about prison etiquette, but it only seemed appropriate to say hi and this doesn't seem like your average prison anyway so... hi! It's nice to meet you.

And, uh... Olive? Emerson? [ A pause that could only be called pregnant. ] ...Ned? If any of you are around, now would be a good time to say so.

((ooc: Chuck is officially in Marina and with no memory of her 4th wall visit! She can be found wandering sectors 0, 3 and 4 if you'd like to bump into her! ))

[Voice;]

Hey, Lotto. Got any food? [Guess who's back and doesn't know just how long it was since the last time.

But at least Generals aren't rampaging around anymore. He thinks.] I'm hungry.

[Action;]

[Hey look, it's Tyki. He got a little acquainted with the place the last time he was here, which to him seems like only yesterday (literally) and is taking another tour with a cigarette crookedly in his mouth. The only difference from the ordinary Tyki Mikk you might be used to is an Exorcist's coat that hangs loosely off his shoulders, missing one button. He's otherwise dressed the same in well tailored pants and a tucked in white button-down, lacking stigmata or amber eyes to those who knew his counterpart's abilities well enough.

Tossing a silver button and catching it with one hand (he never got anyone to sew it back on) he's eying the bakery with a keen eye on the bread loaves. If you don't catch him there then there's great certainty he'll be visiting the Winery or Blood Shack later on, looking for a good drink and curious for company.]

[There is a very tall, pale, blonde man on the screen. He's wearing dark clothes and his blonde hair is slicked back. He gives the camera a charming smile. ]

I understand we're to be inundated with visitors today. I also understand that a sudden arrival here can be a disconcerting and that often requires a drink. I invite everyone to come have a drink at the Blood Shack in sector four. We've got a wide variety of drinks, both ordinary and unusual.

Come spend your day with us at the Blood Shack. We'd be delighted to have you.

[ The video clicks off.

Those that decide to take Eric up on his invitation, will find the Blood Shack up and running. During the day, a few bots can be found doing some of the mundane things like delivering drinks to tables, but during the evening Eric will be behind the bar and the presence of bots is reduced. The bar itself is dimly lit with small tables and booths places about. There's a dance floor and a stage with a pole at one end. The other end of the stage is occupied by what can only be called a throne, which Eric occupies when Spike is behind the bar. There is also a jukebox that customers can play. ]

[ooc: feel free to use this as an open mingle. I've turned off comments so if you want to speak directly to Eric, comment there.]

[ It's a sweltering hot day under the sea! Luckily the wardens have provided the necessary means to keep cool: whether you're sunbathing at the beach, sniping your fellow inmates with a fully loaded super soaker or just cooling off under a tree with a cold treat, this is the place to do it! ]


(( ooc: Mingle away! You are of course encouraged to make your own posts and mingles for this event, should you want to! Event information can be found over HERE! ))

( Closed action, Helix )

[Video; open ]

Hey, y'all. Happy holidays and uh... and all that. [ Unsure if he did that right. They don't do Christmas where he's from and that's very much the point of this transmission. ] I was thinkin', I bet there's plenty of us that don't celebrate th' way the Wardens've set this up. We've got people from all over the worlds after all, it'd be weird if everyone did it just like this.

How do you do it back where you're from? Do you celebrate... Christmas or is it somethin' else?

Oh, and uh... I'll be doin' a little celebration type thing of my own down at th' beach, if anyone wants to join. Just a little somethin' from back home... bring a cup, if you're comin' down.

[ Action; open. Aidan can be found down at the beach together with Helix. They've set up a fire in one of the fire pits and anyone interested will get an introduction to the godless earth-worshipping religion that Aidan is a surprisingly devout follower of. He can also be found scurrying over the dome throughout the day, delivering GIFTS to friend and foe alike! If your character isn't on the list but has some kind of CR with Aidan, feel free to assume they got something useful and generic like a pair of gloves or a scarf! ]

[Hey look it's Christmas. Holidays are something Tyki tends to try and shirk away from but there's no escaping on trains to other cities when you're stuck again in an underwater dome. So while he'd love to spend most of his hours in the sweet comfort of his bar (and he will,) he does have a few people to seek out today. Gifts are worth giving when they accompany flirtatious behavior and pretty women. So it's not so much of a surprise when the majority of these "gifts" are to said pretty women.

And well, Spike, whose outstanding survival of impromptu brain surgery has Tyki setting aside a good rack of booze to take to him later. Strong, strong stuff. Only the finest for fellow murderbros.

He'll be at the Devil's Compass through-out the day with the occasional exception. If you hate holidays, come drown your sorrows. If you'd prefer to celebrate with drink and friend, come as well. Just don't sit next to the sad souls, if you'd please.]

( Private to Kitty Pryde )

( Private to Penelope Garcia )