MarinaNova Asylum

[ liz is one of the lucky few who didn't spill her guts to the class yesterday, but that doesn't mean she feels entirely comfortable with everything that's been going on. So, in an effort to help get herself back on some sort of a schedule, she's taken to patrolling the dome today. she probably should just keep to one little area, but habits are hard to break and she's slowly coming to see this prison as her new "town." that means the whole place needs to be protected and that's what she's doing.

so she can be found wandering just about anywhere in the dome except sector 6. ]

[ locked voice to the mystic falls crew ]

[ later on, she leaves a message for everyone from mystic falls, just to check up on them. ]

Everyone doing okay today?

[ As shitty as Dirk feels, he really doesn't like spending so much time by himself. It would have been fine, once upon a time, but now after having gotten used to interacting with his friends 24/7 (24/10? Marina seems to operate with ten-day weeks, he thinks, if the school schedule is anything to go by) it just makes him frustrated to be by himself.

So after having spent maybe 18 hours shut up alone in a random apartment he picked out after therapy ended, he decides he needs to hang out with someone. Not Jake, though. Not Roxy, either. He likes Dave, but he can only imagine how Dave feels about him, having been raised by his Alternate Douchebag Self. Aradia would be a good choice, but she was there at that session the day before when Dirk went off on himself. Ugh, why did he even do that. Fuck fuck fuck. Not Helix, he keeps getting existential around Helix and he's sick of getting existential.

So that leaves the cherubs, who frankly he should have decided on from the start, because hey, he's been friends with Calliope even longer than Jane or Jake, and Caliborn's always good for a laugh. ]

[ Voice / Filtered to the cherubs / Early afternoon ]

Hey.

[ Action / Open / Late evening ]

[ Sometime after he and Calliope get done hanging out, he decides to go for a walk. It's evening, there shouldn't be too many people milling about. Get some fresh air. Yeah, that's a good plan. ]

Video

Out of curiosity, what did everyone think of the music this morning? Better or worse than what they usually pick?

[Ulterior motive. Perhaps they can get the wardens to play better music if there was a general agreement about the music]

In the interest of the warden's interrupting my class for the therapy session and how I'm sure everyone is feeling after it, we'll just resume the history on the next day and not try to catch up.

[confirmation that he's not going to give you more homework to make up for it]

Action

[After yesterday, Lyle definitely wanted someone around. That relationship session had brought up a lot and there was really one person he felt he could feel most comfortable around. So he had called Yvaine and asked her over to dinner.

As it approached the time that she was going to be arriving, Lyle was making sure everything was set up for her. The haros had been in the way so not long ago, he'd sent them away with very simple instructions "go bother Tieria". And they were gone, hopefully to be gone for the duration of the evening]

[ooc: closed thread is for Yvaine]

[ day 235 begins early and ends late. it's obvious to anyone who runs across her that she hasn't slept well. she's kept herself up or something did and now she's got a lot on her mind. she does make an attempt to keep to her normal schedule and can be found at the clinic for a good part of the day. towards mid-afternoon, she gives up that idea, after having found herself lost in thought for the tenth time that hour. she looks for martha to let her know that she's leaving early and not to take her temperature. the last thing she wants is for someone to think she's fallen ill, though she wouldn't blame them if they did.

after that, she wanders the dome. the library, the parks, the beach, and the athletic complex are all fair game for her stops. at the end of the time normally considered early evening, she finally turns to her communicator and sends a private voice communication to rebekah. ]

You wouldn't happen to know where to get a good bottle of wine or two, would you?

[ it's completely another request to talk with her friend, because she really needs to work some things out and if anyone can help her sort out her thoughts, it's rebekah. ]



( ooc: she can be found literally anywhere in the dome or in the morning / early afternoon hours at the clinic! )

[Sam Winchester is a tall man under any circumstances, but he might seem just a little extra tall while he's standing for the lecture and everyone else is seated. It's probably less imposing since he is wearing plaid though. It's hard to be imposing in plaid.]

( Demons : Crossroads Deals )

[Puck's voice sounds cheerful, which isn't an unusual thing for Puck's voice to do, but to those who know him very well - not that there are many in the dome - it might actually sound a little more upbeat than usual.]

So it's been how many technical difficulties in how many days now? Not that I'm complaining [quite the opposite] or trying to imply someone else could do a better job, oh no... but I think it's about time we started taking bets on what it's going to be next.

Can we have a flood? How many other prisons can boast having had an underwater flood? [He playfully clear his throat.] --Probably one or two, considering how the prisons around here seem to multiply like cockroaches. But nevermind that. Underwater flood. Come on, esteemed overlords, you know you want it.

And from one topic to another... isn't there a little lamb out there who thinks something is a bit overdue?

So I've already found Inara. Anyone else out there? Kaylee? Zo? Wash? Anyone else from Serenity?

[For you normal Marina folks, this might be one of the first times you ever see Mal smiling!]

[ Peggy's face appears on screen and she's looking as composed as ever in full make-up and carefully coiffed hair. ]

I apologize for the intrusion, but it has recently come to my attention that a similar event to today has happened at least once before. If the pattern continues, a good many of you will return to your home -- [ she hoped ] -- in the morning. My question falls to those left behind; have you ever witnessed the disappearance of a fellow inmate? It's quite curious, don't you think, that no one has spoken of it before?

[ she paused and then returned to business, leaving the suppositions behind. ]

In that regard, I have a proposal. If you're of a mind to stay up until the morning announcement, please consider joining me in the amphitheater in Sector 4 around midnight. With a little bit of effort and care, I'm sure we can provide suitable entertainment for the remainder of the evening. Who knows, we may even have a little bit of dancing.

(( OOC Notes!: (1) Open Mingle for the evening onward to anyone who'd like to make use of it! Just keeping mind that Peggy will be playing 1940's style dance music (re: jazz and swing among others.

(2) Peggy can be found at the library in the morning and the winery for lunch if you'd like to hit up an action thread before set-up at the amphitheater.

(3) If you would like to hit up one of my other characters, do so here! Just put their name in the subject header. They are... Bak Chang from D.Grayman and Hei from Darker than BLACK. ))

[ helen appears on the feed looking composed as usual. she's not yet taking her duty shift at the clinic, so she's actually sitting at her table in her apartment. regardless, she's sitting up straight as usual. ]

As it seems we're to be inundated with new arrivals and familiar and unfamiliar faces, I'd like to remind everyone that the clinic is still operational. We're more than willing to see anyone who may need our help. Don't let anything keep you away if you'd like to stop by.

In the meantime, I'd like to pose a question I find myself curious about. I realize it seems we have little need for differing languages, but I'm curious to know which ones other people know. I'm fluent in a great many of Earth's languages, current as of the year 2011, both regularly used ones and ones that are considered "dead." No real reason for asking. Consider it the scholar in me who's truly curious.

[ she pauses for a moment, obviously on the verge of saying something else before she finally decides to continue. ]

Nikola, if you see this, answer. I'd rather not have you wandering around terrorizing everyone. [ she fully expects him to snap at her for this... if her instincts aren't correct and for once, she hopes they aren't. ]

[It takes Serana a second to get the hang of communicator, during which time the video focuses on her intensely red eyes.] This is an extremely elaborate and -- apparently pointless scheme. [And there's only one Daedric Prince she can think of who'd do that.] Sheogorath. We're in the Shivering Isles, aren't we? We're even on a island.

...An underwater island. But what else would you expect from the Prince of Madness? [She pauses for a second, contemplative but relatively calm for someone who's just been abducted.]

My name's Serana, I'm a vampire. [That part's hardly worth hiding.] If any of my fellow prisoners actually ARE prisoners and not atronachs in disguise... I know a little about Daedra. [More than a little, but this seems like a good time to be cautious.] I might be able to help us get out.

[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.]

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Edgar Allen Poe

[The man's tone is thoughtful, the words clearly intended for himself more than anyone else.]

And what a dream.


[ action ]
[An older man sits at a small corner table in the Winery, sipping a glass of red wine and reading Crime & Punishment. The situation is too strange for him to be concerned; it has to be some kind of dream. So why worry?]

[Action]

[Axis gasps and sputters, spraying water everywhere and whipping his long red locks back out of his face. He's dripping, sitting up to mid-chest in the Koi pond at Trois Park. He's baffled and confused how the hell he went from being in bed with Rhys to THIS. So he's looking around a little dumbfoundedly, long enough for a Koi to wriggle around where it's trapped in uncomfortable places. He gives a manly yelp and jumps out of the water to flounder and struggle his way back on land. Trying to catch his breath he'll sit at the waters edge, completely buck-ass naked.

That's about when he'll put his hand down on the communicator and pick it up, looking at it like it's some strange alien technology.]

[Video]

[You're treated to a handsome face with piercings in his nose, lip and eyebrows and a wild, wet mop of red hair. He blinks and turns the communicator over in his hands, so you'll get set off kilter and spun around or quick flashes of tattooed skin before it turns back on his confused face.]

The hell is this thing? [Narrowing his eyes slightly as he tries to figure it out. It's clear he promptly gets bored with it and doesn't care, tossing it back to the ground. It's tilted and for a moment you see nothing but the park and the grass, so pleasant and peaceful...

All except for the rustling of a paper bag and swearing. A clear and loud"FUCK! MY CIGARETTES!" and some more splashing and cursing.

And then you see Axis, all of Axis's backside as he walks away. It's a nice, tight, firm ass at least and his back is covered in intricate red tribal designs. You can see some around his ankles, wrists and crawling up his arm as well. He may or may not be stomping off out of the park, mumbling to himself and carrying his bag of stuff.]

[Action 2]

[A naked red-headed, tattooed man will be walking into the Bulls Eye to find clothes and cigarettes. He'll wander around naked without care and get dressed in the isle when he finds something suitable to wear. Afterwords anyone is welcome to find him just about anywhere!]

((ooc: I'd like to note that people can use voice/video and he will pick the comm up and such to take it with him. So any option is available and it doesn't have to be action!))

Er... hello?

[ The voice on the network, hesitant and quiet and young-sounding, pauses for a moment before continuing. ]

Prison, huh...? I guess that's not exactly unfair. I was partially responsible for... well, anyway, I guess I should say thank you! If I hadn't been brought here, I'm sure I would have died.

...I'm sorry, that sounds kind of strange, doesn't it...

A-anyway... my name is Chihiro Fujisaki and I... [ She pauses again, as if thinking better of what she was about to say. ] It's very nice to meet all of you! I hope we get along.

[ 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! ))

[He'd been debating starting a class of his own of some sort when Sam had asked him to guest lecture. The topic was an easy--if not somewhat controversial--one for Zero to tackle. His views aren't exactly agreed upon by everyone, no matter how much they have changed during his time in Marina. Zero has been in the facility for longer than almost everyone else, remembers his entire stay, and has interacted with vampires from almost every world--even if he was one of the only ones to know they were a vampire. More importantly, he takes a personal interest in each of their home worlds and how everything works.

He's even befriended more than a few of them. Lives with and is sort of dating one.

He also kills them for a living and is known in the facility for his hatred of them--all while secretly being one of them.

He looks around the room at the number of attendee's for the popular subject. Controversial indeed.]

I wonder how many of you showed up just out of curiosity to see me be the one to do this lecture?

[He pushes away from the desk and moves to the white board. Uncapping a marker, Zero scribbles a single word across the surface before beginning. VAMPIRES.]
( Vampires )
Questions and Discussion
Are there any questions?

[ooc: per Haunt's request. Mingle to your hearts content. Questions and before and after class can be found inside.]

[ when liz turns on the feed, she is as calm as she can possibly be. with everything else that's been happening lately, she honestly didn't expect to be thrown into prison, especially when that prison was one she was unfamiliar with and buried deep under an ocean. she's not entirely sure how she feels about that.

either way, her expression is one of determination and she's ignoring the prison garb. that can come later. ]

My name is Sheriff Liz Forbes. [ because she definitely doesn't go by her full name and these people need to know that an actual law enforcement officer is present among them, not whatever these wardens claim to enforce. ] I've spent enough time listening and watching to know the basics. What I'd like now are more details. If anyone has information they'd like to offer... I would appreciate it. I can't offer much in return, but I'm sure we can come to some kind of agreement.

[ with firmly pursed lips, she turns the feed off and waits to see if anyone will bite. ]

[So what do you do when you think you’ve woken up in an underwater prison, surrounded by people from a multitude of other universes with things like magic and powers? You try and snap yourself out of a psychotic state, for starters. Secondly, you start trying to figure out how possible it is to give yourself an MRI. Run a few tests because clearly something’s wrong here.

Tumor, brain, somewhere. Coma? Bad dream.

Stress, breakdown. Total psychosis?

Can't feel a fever. Hallucinogenic? Would've remembered the brownies.

So while attempting to diagnose his own nonexistent mental issues Alex Karev will just be taking up roots in the coffee shop; tending to a cup of plain black with a side dose of pacing and eye-rubbing. He’s mentally unstable and hallucinating, doing a total Izzie only worse. Just freakin’ amazing. He’ll be offering any and all passerby a sidelong glance that may or may not be attempting to determine just how real they are. And possibly acting a little like a recluse in fear of giving this mental lapse a little more fuel to burn on.]

[The old man on the screen looks dangerously calm for having just arrived in an undersea prison. Saetan has taken the time to find an elegant, old fashioned looking suit before switching on his communicator. Not only that but he has actually arranged himself in the library, and looks as at home and in control of the situation as if he were in his study. He does not look like a frightened new prisoner, which is entirely the point. He's not someone who is used to being powerless and being held captive is not about to make him change his attitude. When he does speak his voice is like thin ice, dark and cold with something deadly lurking underneath.]

I’d like to speak to someone in authority, immediately. I heard your clever little announcement, and you obviously know who I am. Prisoner or not you should respect me enough to speak to me face to face. I’m going to find where you’ve taken my Jewels eventually, and it would be in your best interest to resolve all of this before I do.

[After a hard day's work, it's time for dinner. And there's food a cookin' in the shared kitchens of Squall Asylum. It might even smell better than you'd expect, because a bunch of rations put together makes a little more than a few cold potatoes alone. And face it, with Lacus around making wine out of water (or as close to it as possible, judging by the "feast") it's bound to be a good time.

So take forth your delicious food and eat as a group. After all, social interaction's awesome. We may not have beaches to luau on but the same people are hanging out and ought to stay closely knit despite the circumstances. Be a recluse if you want to, but you won't get far eating plain rice alone. Join in!

Dinner consists of an assortment of simple dishes prepared by Lacus creatively despite ration restrictions. Some of the dishes offered include a rice and beans dish, cabbage stew, fried rice with the veggies, and a very simple carrot bread.

And for you folks who go to the dark side, there will be a chicken dish as well though Rebecca will be giving it and partakers of it slightly irritated side glances for a multitude of reasons.]


(OOC: So if you didn't hear on day 221 ('yesterday'), Rebecca had been cheerfully suggesting a ration-share program to make a lot of something out of a little nothing. Whether you responded or not, feel free to hand wave if your character joined in by donating some of their rations to be made into meals likely at the hands of talented chef Lacus.

This mingle is solely about day 222 dinner, but also feel free to hand wave that breakfast and lunch were similarly made for those who participated. And if you didn't participate? Well, feel free to crash & eat your own food with the group or sneak a few bites. There might not be tons to go around, but it's doubtful anyone will turn you down.

Notifs are off but I'll be surfing the post & Becks'll have her own post down below.)