MarinaNova Asylum

Happy Anniversary, Marina Nova!

The bots have been busy cleaning up the dome and setting up decorations for this momentous occasion, and by now there isn't a nook or cranny left un-pimped! Bright blue MarinaNova flags wave happily in the artificial breeze together with the colorful ribbons that have been wrapped around poles. The streets are illuminated by strings of lights and paper lanterns and each sector gate has been lovingly decorated with fragrant flower garlands.

Of course, that is far from all! There wouldn't be much of a festival without entertainment and your loving wardens have made absolutely sure that there's something for everyone!

( Let the celebrations begin! )

Enjoy!

[Despite the icon Tony hasn't managed to get his full Iron Man gear together yet. But, newly free of his Bot Babysitter (too bad, Tony was just starting to get used to hanging things on it) he was finally able to make the adjustments to his flight gear and repulsion gauntlets. So he's doing what anyone cooped up in an underground prison would do.]

[And that would be flying around the dome at ridiculous speeds with AC/DC's Back in Black blasting on his headset. Not quite as ridiculous as he would prefer, mind, but there's not enough room in this stupid place to break any sound barriers.]

Someone who Laverne and Shirley like better than me should request some actual airspace in here. What's the point of manipulating time-space if you're not going to work the pocket dimension angle? [He does a sharp turn to avoid the dome, missing it by about a foot, then turns on the juice and zooms along its circumference.] Speaking of pissing them off, who votes I blast Floating Speaker Island to kingdom come?

((OOC: If your want to assume your character was watching from the ground and Tony landed beside them in a flourish of narrowly missing their face, feel free!))

[ Hello, MarinaNova. Ferris is sitting here, in the bedroom of his apartment in sector 2. The walls are plastered rather solidly with an eclectic mix of posters, photos, and other varied clippings and images he's managed to dig up around the place. At the start of his transmission, he reaches over and pauses his music - The Cars, if you're paying attention and would recognize it. He leans back and engages in a casual, conversational tone. ]

So, let's see, it's... a few weeks, now, that I've been here. I wouldn't exactly say I've resigned myself to my fate or anything like that, but I did start figuring, not particularly long into my stay, that I might as well make the most of it. After all, I'm still here regardless of whether I dwell on it or not. Why miss out on the positive aspects in favor of making myself miserable? I've never been a fan of dwelling, anyway. Waste of time.

In that spirit, I've been exploring, perusing the local diversions - everything you'd expect a guy to do, you know? And you can take my word for it when I say I'm not the sort to leave any stone unturned. I mean - not literally, because I haven't yet found any choice entertainment under stones. If there is any, I'd appreciate someone pointing me in the direction of the right stones.

Now, naturally, I'll continue ever onward in my independent endeavour for diversion, but I figured I may as well pose the question to my fellow inmates; How do you entertain yourself here?

Don't misunderstand; I'm certainly not bored - who would ever allow oneself to meet such a fate, I ask you? [ Restless, sure. But defiantly not bored. ] But I have long ago come to believe that any man who fails to keep an open mind and reach out to others is a man who is only cheating himself. Everyone's got a different idea of fun, after all, and it never hurts to try something new. Well... rarely.

[Tony does not look happy. And in fact, he's doing this under duress. A lot of it.]

Apparently the punishments around here aren't all finger paintings and entertaining all-access reality TV. I'm being commanded by Forrester and Erhardt to pay penance for their idiotic system being without proper failsafes for a cascading power surge.

So this is the part where I offer several million dollars of tech support to the dome at large because that's the best use they can figure for an engineering prodigy. If you have any projects that need doing -- [ugh could this be more fucking stupid]. Just try not to entirely waste my time.

This is the subterranean version of being shanked, for the record. And if anyone asks me to fix a toaster I'm rigging it to launch your Pop-Tart directly at your face at Mach 3.


((OOC: HAVE AT HIM and make his life miserable, the more inane the requests the happier I'll be! I should add that any complicated requests are subject to mod approval. Also, anyone who gets Tony's reference wins ten squillion geek points.))

[Look who's in a good mood for a change! For reasons, okay.]

Guys, I finally figured out something incomparably awesome about this place. All the free clothes! I think I might need a few more closets.

[She holds up two dresses to the camera,]

Help a gal out, here: flowers or polka dots? Or both, I guess! I'm gonna need some shoes...

[For anyone who wants to catch up with Garcia at the store, she's roaming through the racks while singing and dancing along to whatever is blaring so loudly through her ear buds that it can be heard quite a few feet away:]

Ooh eee ooh ah ah
Ting tang walla-walla bing bang~

[If you know the song and are wondering why she seems to be singing it awfully fast, that's because it's a techno remix. Of course it is.]

If anyone had the chance to meet Kurt Hummel during the few days that he was here, he's gone home. [ he'd probably been sent back when all the ghost nonsense was going on, but quinn hadn't been sure until it was over whether he was missing because of the event or because he was actually gone. ] I'm happy for him. He didn't belong in a prison.

[ with that over, it's time for part ii of this broadcast, which is a big step for quinn. she's been thinking about doing this for a while now, but contemplating it is one thing; actually going through with it is another. ]

I know not everyone went to high school or is from a world as bland and boring as mine must seem in comparison to everyone else's, but when bad things happened, we'd have support groups to help everyone get through the bad and look forward to the better. I don't know how much good that's going to do in a place like this, but I figure, it can't hurt. And... And there have to be other people out there who miss their children as much as I miss my baby.

[ there. she said it. beth isn't a secret back in lima, but getting pregnant and having a baby was something she was ridiculed for during her pregnancy and after her daughter was born. she hates that beth was a notch of shame, when she's something to be proud of. a bright, beautiful baby girl who's going to live a happy life full of everything she deserves, because quinn made the right choice. beth isn't something to hide or be ashamed of, and this is quinn's way of taking back what the halls of mckinley took from her. | BACKDATED TO EARLIER IN THE DAY. ]

((OOC: This post begins the power outage portion of the mod-approved Ghostly Event!. This is a mingle post so feel free to post and tag around freely. Action and network posts are both welcome here! However, you are of course more than welcome to make your own posts related to the sudden onset of pitch blackness. Enjoy!))
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[The hour isn't too late just yet, the costume party's still in full swing and less mask-oriented inmates might still be out and about, doing whatever. Lovely night, isn't it? Too bad it's about to take a serious left turn.]

[Regardless of where you are in the dome, all of a sudden there's a minor power surge as the lights strain with over-brightness for just long enough to draw looks of concern, and then the entire dome is plunged into complete darkness. Anyone paying a whole lot of widespread attention might note that the first lights blink out in Sector 2, then the effect cascades through the remaining sectors.]

[Not long after the dome goes dark, there's a loud clap of thunder and then a torrent of unrelenting rain starts falling. The only light you'll get tonight is half-second streaks of lightning arcing down from the dome.]

[No lights, no power, a nasty storm, no kiosk to complain at. Have fun.]

[oh, good morning, Marina, here is Pepper, dressed very nicely for being in an underwater dome with limited designers OR Louboutins available. She's bright eyed, and smiling.]

Good morning. My name is Pepper Potts. I have a proposition for everyone. A book club, since we are stuck here, yet with access to various reading materials.

I have a few ideas for reading selections, but this is for seeing if there is any interest and to organize the first meeting.

[Pepper could say she had somewhat of a GPS gift when it came to Tony, but she's been thinking for a couple of days about certain matters, and well, it was time to get his input on the matter. She slipped into his workshop, and headed straight for the couch. Some things are best said while sitting.]

Tony? I have something I want to ask you.

So, the huge nasty bugs were fun and all, but they're old news. We need a little party time around here.

[Tony grins at his 'audience' as Led Zeppelin's Misty Mountain Hop plays in the background.] How about that old classic, beer pong. Open tournament starting in 30 at that karaoke club. We'll figure out the prizes if anyone's sober enough to remember the score. And punishments for losers, that could be fun.

Cheers. [And Tony toasts the people with his tumbler of scotch just before video disconnects. He won't be answering network replies because he's not interested in hearing any bullshit about what's beer pong or isn't this irresponsible blah blah boring. If you want to bitch or troll at him do it in person.]


((OOC: MINGLE TIME! That means feel free to make your own threads and tag around. Tony's thread is HERE so absolutely tag the hell out of him, but notifs are off otherwise. Network replies will be ignored because Tony's a brat, but characters can come to inquire as to WTF this game is all about if they're curious!

If you don't know the glory of beer pong, the link above should explain the rules! Feel free to play out games if you want or handwave results or invent new games or just have your character drinking and chatting. Characters who don't drink are welcome to play with water or soda or whatever, too!))

[The door to Tony’s bedroom swings open as careless as ever, the usual smirking grin on his face. Except that he’s not the only person emerging.]

I still say that third round was all me.

[Bucky follows after him, rolling his eyes with a soft snort.] You wish, Stark. I put more force into it. And perfect aim.

I never said you’re not good, Barnes. But you rely too much on precision. No art to it. And you lose points for whining about the position. [Tony rests an elbow on the doorframe, leaning heavily. His arc reactor is very visible through his thin white t-shirt, casting a glow in the corridor.]

Just good? [He’ll take some exception to that and walk until he’s face-to-face with Tony, pointing at his chest.] Three rounds and that’s all you can say? Round four in ten minutes and I’ll show you just how good I am. And this time I pick the position. My ass still hurts from the floor last time.

[Tony laughs and give Bucky a good smack on the shoulder.] Breakfast first, or I’ll be picking you off the floor in an hour. Again. [He actually looks further down the hall and -- oh, hi Rogers. He knows just how this looks, but honestly doesn’t care.] And we really should make it best out of five.

Breakfast Mr. Stark? You sure know how to treat a fella. [Bucky turns his head just a little to see Steve and gives a little smile in hello before turning right back to Tony.] After last night you owe me sausage and eggs. The big link kind.

((OOC: Red font is Tony, Blue font is Bucky. See below for Steve's exploding head.))

[Pepper had quickly organized a few points of discussion, with a little help from Jane, all meant to manage the Avengers into something of a more cohesive unit, and also set down a few rules of coexistence. Bruce and Steve were easy enough to round up, and so was Thor, but Tony was difficult. Pepper had racked her brains for something, anything to lure him out of his workshop. Until inspiration struck, and she went looking for a string and an extra lacy pair of clean panties. Hey, she was up against a time limit here. She'll make it up to Tony afterwards. Pepper had a few things on her mind, like toilets, boundaries, and shopping, and she knew that it would be easier if things were quickly discussed, or else it would be dragged out for hours.]

[ooc: mingle style, dolls]

Awesome punishments they give around here. Kidnap and dismantle a robot for my own purposes -- entirely not evil, I assure you -- get sentenced to hard labor of creating three pieces of wall art. Never painted before, to be entirely honest, but luckily I'm good at everything.

[On the video feed are three canvases set up in the Education Center. One looks like he just tossed colors at the canvas (which is entirely accurate). The second... well. Sorry Steve, he literally couldn't resist. And the third is blank.]

Anyone want a caricature done? I'm definitely getting the hang of this. I can't promise it'll be flattering, or look anything like you, but I can promise I'll do a horrible French accent. I'm talking cringe-worthy, here. Takers?

Welcome back to my lovely, uninterrupted vocal representation. It's Day 182. Did you have fun with all your new playmates? You might notice they're gone again. They just weren't all fully processed, and we do pride ourselves on thorough processing. They did leave quite the mess, so if you help the cleaning efforts today, you will receive double the normal amount of rehabilitation points for such a mundane act.

I am sure you have all sorts of inane questions about glitches and premature visitation. I simply can not wait.

The following inmate has been found guilty of breaking facility rules and full details of his punishment is being transmitted to his device.

Tony Stark: Bot Damage

[No static today, and all previous glitches have been attended, but residents may find themselves temporarily trapped at times. It may be in a restaurant, store, entertainment location, or in their own apartments. Metal bars (more symbolic than anything) will come down over the doors and windows. For those with powers which would normally pass right through such obstacles or smash through them, they will find there is shielding. At times this is impenetrable. Other times with enough force or disruption it may collapse prematurely. This will last no longer than an hour at any given time. It is intermittent and while it could occur anywhere, it won't occur everywhere.]

(OOC: No 4th Wall posts past this point. Journals will be removed soon.)

[Video]
[Pepper may be wearing orange, which is clashing horribly with her hair, but she's done the best she can with what she has. She's composed, hiding any sort of turmoil underneath the unruffled exterior.]

Good afternoon. I appear to have been taken to this place which I'm told is a prison under an ocean? I'm sure this is all a big misunderstanding and frankly I'm still not sure I should believe what I'm told.

[a tight smile, not reaching her eyes]

A few things to ask while I have your attention. Would anyone be familiar with Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Thor, Natasha Romanoff, or Clint Barton? I'm particularly interested in Tony Stark's whereabouts, if he's here. And finally, I would like confirmation on what I heard in that oh so informative 'welcome message' and if anyone at all has up to date information?