MarinaNova Asylum

[In one corner of the athletic complex, Steve's slamming his wrapped fists against a poor, defenseless punching bag. All his movements are carefully controlled. And though his focus is intense, he's not ready to let loose yet. He jabs at it once, twice, feints a straight left, and then comes back to throw a right hook.]

[It sends the bag swinging in an alarming way, but manages to hold up to the blows. Steve pauses his actions and lets out a breath--stepping forward to place his hands on the bag in order to still it. And when it does stop, he leans his forehead against it.]

[He's having a bad day. Letting out some steam helps a bit, so he'll probably be here all night.]

[After coming to his senses yesterday, Zelgadis found the first abandoned building and crashed there, quite literally. He hadn't slept, just spent the entire night in a pitiful state of self-loathing. After trying to get a hold of Lina and finding her gone, it just became too much. How weak could he possibly be, to fail so completely in finding a cure that not only did he hurt the person who tried so hard to help him, but other people as well.]

[Unfortunately, using so much energy and power yesterday left him starving and while part of him just wants to let himself starve, he can't. Who knows what will happen to Saber if he does? So he's made his way to the convenience store and hastily picked up just enough food to get by for a few days -- until he decides what he wants to do.]

[With it raining, he also stops at the coffee shop to get something hot -- to go. Mask and hood pulled tightly around his hunched form, he can only hope that he looks unapproachable enough for people to avoid.]

((OOC: If anyone on the DF wants to question Zel while he was still bound in Itachi's seals, or go looking for him before he ventures out, that's fine! Just indicate such on the tag.))

[The video comes on as Itachi lightly smooths his hair back into place--if only because the strays in his eyes are inconvenient. The background is inside an empty building. There is only minor damage to it.]

The person causing destruction in Sector 2 has been subdued. He appeared incapable of comprehensible speech and unlikely to answer any questions intelligently. He's contained and bound.

[The video pans away from him to show Zelgadis with his upper body wrapped in thick parchment like paper--as if rolled into a carpet.]

Suggestions on what to do with him are welcome.

[The stone-skinned, wire-haired man storming through the streets may have familiar features, but gone is the reserved, stoic demeanor of Zelgadis' personality. Today, he races down the street in a snarling rampage, knocking anything from his path be it chairs, brick walls, or innocent people.]

[If anyone calls to him, it's likely that he won't respond except to turn and attack in a blind rage. Whatever this thing is, it sure isn't Zelgadis. And it has to be stopped.]

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((OOC: Unfortunately, Sasha's attempt to cure him didn't quite go as planned and now Zel's in a sort of berserker mode. Fun stuff!

In this state, Zelgadis will injure people without much thought; I won't call it impossible to reach him with words, but it will be difficult. Victims are very welcome, as are those or want to try and knock him out/restrain him (knock out being preferred but it'll take a lot to crack a stone head). I'm more than happy to have injuries to your character be limited if you want to avoid IC punishment (which only applies if the character goes to the hospital). Poke me on Zel's contact post if you want to plot around this!))

Okay.

Let's get something straight.

[The camera swings over to left, revealing a dappled gray horse who is currently contentedly chewing on a piece of bright fuschia fabric, the same color, in fact, as the uniform that the speaker of this broadcast is currently wearing.]

Dakota over there? Not allowed to eat the uniform. You know how much time I spent trying to make this thing? I'd rather save the Avengers' sorry butts three times over than have to make another uniform again.

[No offense, guys. Though, speaking of, he's got a few words he'd like to say. He'd use the call card, but it doesn't seem to be working.]

Guys, if you're out there, I'd like to know which one of you got us into this mess. Miss Marvel, I'm lookin' at you.

[Gotta blame the rookie, after all.]

The police are capable of some really scary things!

[ Despite there being words on the screen to go with the glossy black visor, the ambient sounds around here make it clear that the individual on camera does not have the feed muted; she just can't talk! The woman is wearing a sleek black motorcycling riding outfit and a yellow helmet (complete with cat ear-shaped vents atop it) investigating the Stables in Sector 1.

Celty cannot find Shooter anywhere, and is just generally a little frazzled. Feel free to approach her there or anywhere near the sprawling Athletic Complex as she wanders about. ]



[ OOC: Meet Celty from Durarara! More details here.

NOTE: Please remember that only characters who cannot speak are equipped with text-capable communicators. Everyone can read Celty's replies on their screens (or she'll just use her PDA in person), but replies should specify video or voice! ]

Well, if this isn't interesting.

[Howl's face comes on to the feed, all sheeny blond hair and glass green eyes. If there was an orange jumpsuit to start, it's gone now, hastily replaced with a custom suit of silky blue and silver. He's looking up at the dome.] A tad uncomfortable if you ask me, actually downright claustrophobic.

Though I suppose you don't intend to keep me or you would've brought along my fire demon, for which living without as you know would be quite difficult. And Michael and Sophie, if they aren't here already? If we're to bargain, I could do without them, that's for sure. Provided you give me back at least my bathroom. Unorganized as it was. [Sophie and Michael are at least safe where they are, should be, or so he'd like to hope.]

But yes, you leave me here, and it's a general you I reference because I'm quite sure nobody's listening. At least nobody to which my complaints are centered, or can be remedied by. But yes, you leave me here without my fire demon, apprentice or cleaning lady three. And you don't even bring along my castle, expecting me to live in squalor! It's quite rude for people chancing on my life.

Don't you know who I am? The Great Wizard Howl?

...................Uu...

[It's been a while, certainly, since one pureblood vampire has appeared on the network. Ever since the move, Yuuki's been rather quiet. Her large brown eyes pop up within the screen, tears wetly clinging to her lashes while her bottom lip trembles. Her short hair sways from side to side as she shakes her head, gaze wide and innocent and hurt, like that of a kicked puppy.]

Yuuri-kun, how could you?

[Lifting a hand, an empty custard cup comes into view, a spoon still sitting in it with a little note attached to the side. 'Property of Yuuki' is written across it in Japanese. The tragedy is clear.]

I know it was you! My name was even written in kanji there's no way you could mistake it!

[She really really wanted to eat that custard!! Her fist crumples the empty bowl, before her opposite hand lifts to point at the screen in accusation.]

You're not getting away with it this time-!!

[ON THE MOVE. Just you wait, you snack thief...!]

[His frequency remains on even after his call and either he doesn't seem to notice or just doesn't care. He's not really thinking about the fact people can and will hear him. They didn’t listen to him when he talked to himself back home after all. To be perfectly honest he’s not really expecting anyone to answer him either. It’s been awhile since he just spoke his thoughts out loud, sometimes he just can't care enough to keep it all inside or to worry about who hears him. In the distance you can hear the clock tower chiming from wherever he is. You get the impression that it’s somewhere high.]

This place is frustrating… but I can’t sleep no matter where I go. These thoughts keep racing in my head, keeping me awake at night.

[Someone tried to stay in sector 5 away from the more populated areas as a way to protect people from himself as well as to have privacy. Some may have seen him trying to sleep on a pew in the nondenominational prayer facility or at least hanging around there. Needless to say what stuff he had started to gather was now gone.]

[Yesterday, Kitty set up team captains who set up teams to explore the various sectors of their new prison home. It's a time for research and possibly dealing with threats. Maybe even encountering confused new arrivals. Not to mention team togetherness since sometimes it was hard to get to know your fellow defense force members. Not to mention not all these people were once members.]

(OOC: I say Day 175, but if you want to use this for Day 174 or even 176 I won't tell the temporal police. There are headers for each team. Use them or not as you see fit! ANYONE is welcome to try to encounter DF members to ask questions, pick fights, or try to arrange slumber parties. Whatever you're into.

OR! If you have a fight going down in one of those sectors and you want to link your post in there for that team's attention, please feel free!)

[A video feed flickers on and for a moment, all you can see is the pavement. Not too long after that, though, there's some jostling, like someone's turning it over in their hands, and--a face! A stern and not so happy face.]

I'm starting to think I'm not the "settling" kind of guy. [Waking up almost seventy years later had been a bummer and now he was stuck in some underwater prison. When will the world give Steve Rogers a break?]

Anybody else wanna take a guess at what's inside those doors? [He turns the video to that heavily guarded building in Sector 0. The warden facility.] A lot of restricted areas in this sector.

[But he makes no move to head toward the building. He's actually some distance away, seated on a bench in that awful orange jumpsuit and not attracting any robot attention.]

[There's a very small white fuzzy animal wearing a tiny orange jumpsuit on your communicators now.]

[His location is obscured by very carefully-chosen lighting and placement.] Ah-ha, it looks like a lot of things have changed!

Based on the nature of today's commotion, it seems like some of you have been here for a while. Meaning that I've been gone! Will anyone tell me what I've missed since Sentience's reinstatement?

[QB shifts his weight so that he can scratch behind his ears with a hindpaw.] And please don't waste your time with banal questions. I am not a cat or a rabbit.

[Gravity. There was gravity. This was fantastic beyond any sort doubt. There was no way that this wasn't a fantastic thing. So much time spent floating around aimlessly, having nothing to do but count the particles flying past and listen to the endless rambling of that space obsessed sphere. Finally he was somewhere. He didn't know where he was, but at least he was somewhere.]

Hello?

[his voice gets more excited]

Is anyone there? Fantastic place you got here, whoever I'm talking to... I just uh, ah, er, Just wanted to tell you that I'm here, on the floor. Completely unattached and disoriented from any sort of locomotion. Yup, just sittin' 'ere. On the floor. Waiting... Waiting.

...

Could... could someone come over here and pick me up?

I haven't the slightest idea where I am, but there's, huh. Hm. A floor. That should be a good enough starting point.

By now we all know the situation. [For a girl who does a lot of network trolling, she can sound all business sometimes. This is one of those times.]

Suzaku is gone. We have no powers for the rest of the day. We have no warden-provided weapons or intel for the foreseeable future. So, we need to make our own. I think we need to split into smaller teams—one to each sector.

I made a list of team leaders from the people who responded to Lacus. You don't like your assignment, you can take it up with me or take a walk. It's temporary. Spend a couple of hours today and then hit it again tomorrow until we've got some idea of what we're working with. I know you need some time to find your things and secure your own housing. Now, team leaders...

Gino — Sector 0
Cain — Sector 1
Tear — Sector 2
Angel — Sector 3
Robin — Sector 4
I'm taking Sector 5.

Team leaders, choose your team. No fewer than three of you. Your mission is to survey the sector you're assigned. See how it matches up to the maps we were provided. Record and report any anomalies. Get an idea of the number of bots and sentinels in each sector and their movements. Don't engage. Look out for any potential threats. If you come across other inmates who need help then help them. The frequency we have now is a secure one. Use it to check in with dispatch to let them know who will be on your team and then report back every half hour with your whereabouts and any news.

Dispatch is working with Lacus in the educational facility for now. Sakura, you're with them. [Because she's not okay with you being in the field.] Anyone not on a team or with dispatch will be on call in case an emergency.

Gino, I suggest you find someone for your team who can fly or teleport when these monitors come off. We need to know about that island too.

Zelgadis, Reid, and Peter, you're with me.

Problems? Questions? Comments? Speak up or get to work.

( OOC Note )

Woah, check out all these weird foods! [He has an armful of street food. No, seriously. Waking up in a completely different facility with a new warden? Gino can worry about that later, but not when there's food to be had.]

Everything looks so cool. It's like one of those cultural festivals I read about once. [Picks up a plateful of pakora and pops one in his mouth.] I don't even know what half of these are, but they all taste pretty great. Everyone should try some!

Good day, Marina-- or, I suppose, Marina Nova. I hope everyone is adjusting as well as can be expected. We've suffered some tremendous losses [herself very much included,] but I am certain we will be able to manage things as well as possible.

With regards to the Defense Force -- with Suzaku Kururugi among those lost, and the Wardens confirming for me that weapons and life sign monitoring are no longer available -- I would like to make a proposal. [and she's going to make it openly, so anyone can weigh in... trolls she can handle, and it's worth the risk to give everyone a chance to speak.]

Although I believed strongly in Suzaku and what he did with the Force, there was something troubling me. In some cases, members' primary motivation for joining was to obtain a weapon. And while I know for a fact that Suzaku would not admit anyone who was not suitable, it nonetheless seems as though such a team should have members whose primary reason for joining is belief in its purpose. And further, I believe that the invasion of privacy that the former Defense Force utilized for monitoring life signs made inmates uneasy. I know I had my own questions about such methodology, but it was not my team and thus not my place to debate what was in place.

However, now that many things have begun anew, I am wondering if there are those among us who believe strongly enough in protecting others that they would agree to do so without the promise of a weapon, or any such personal gain. A new leader would need to be elected, and I would be happy to oversee the process if the potential members would like. Any and all proposals will be considered.

With regards to weaponry and special abilities for those who would use them in defense of themselves or others, that is a battle that I will continue to fight with the Wardens, regardless of whether there is a formal Defense Force. I believe in our members, and all of you will have my full support regardless of the status of the organization as a whole.

Orange jumpsuits? Can't you guys be a bit more creative? I mean, I realize that orange is pretty demoralizing but what about blue? Or the classic with black and white stripes?

A little bit of variety here would be nice!

[ he plucks at this jumper and then shakes his head ] Man, I never thought I'd have to add getting sent to prison twice on my Marina Bingo card. What's next? Dolphin eats a newbie?

Private Voice to Peter Parker:

Hey there. Found your suit and thought you'd rather I take it then it go missing on you. You can actually fit in this thing?

((ooc: After Dean does the whole "collect your things" deal, he'll be wandering and winding up at the Rusty Spoon in Sector 4. Because when in doubt, follow your nose. Ain't nothing like a burger to make a day that much better! No matter the time of day. ))

[You're in a new prison and free!

Well, free to look around anyway. Maybe you'll pick your pet up from the pet cafe or search the pile for your personal items before someone else gets to them first. You could be inspecting the barrier around sector six. Did you just hear something scratching it from the other side? Maybe you want to find the nearest clothing store and upgrade from prisoner-chic to something a little more you. Maybe you appeared somewhere awkward and could use a hand with that. It could be you're just wandering around, familiarizing yourself with the new space.

Whatever it is, you're welcome to do it here.]