MarinaNova Asylum

[In case you were having a quiet day, here comes Momo to bring the noise!

He has the biggest, dorkiest grin on his face before deciding to go with a more devilish look!]

HELLO EVERYBODY! I'm Momotarou Mikoshiba! I'm 16-years-old and I'm looking for your ESL! [Yes he said ESL rather than A/S/L.]

Looking for girls ages 15-18. A year or so over that is fine too! Let's talk about our favorite foods and go look at beetles together!

[Nico jerks awake with a gasp. He can still see Reyna and Coach Hedge staring at him. Horrified. He'd finally found something good, someone he could trust, and he'd ruined it. More memories pile on top of that one, crowding in and overlapping. His head pounds.

He feels so tired. Bone deep, drop dead exhausted. He could sleep some more. He could sleep for days. A part of him is afraid if he lets himself drift off, he really will sleep for days. Besides, he should let Percy know where his end of the quest stands.]

[ video | private to Percy ]

Percy, we need to talk.

[ action | open ]

[He shuffles out out of the apartment and into the world. He's blearily thankful that the weather is overcast, though he still feels it's too bright.

Eventually he makes it into a restaurant and grabs food. Not just a single piece of fruit that he'll only eat half of, or a cup of coffee, but a bagel and an egg and hell, why not hashbrowns? He takes it all to a table, and he goes to sit. And misses the chair. Or rather, he falls right through the chair.]

[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!

Chapstick stations will be available.]

(OOC: Mistletoe Bots Info)

[Nico arrives at the entrance of Sector 6 early. He'd been up even earlier, getting everything ready. He has a bag with food, water, first aid, and whatever he could scrape together for weapons. He hopes the others packed their own supplies. What he has won't last long if they get stuck in there for more than a day.

He has a vague idea which direction they need to go. He was up most of the night reviewing the flora and fauna and inmates in the sector. He brings up the map and studies it while he waits.]

Greetings, fellow inmates. [He adjusts his tie before continuing.] I have recently arrived and familiarized myself with the circumstances of this incarceration as presented by the wardens. I have also studied the workings of the communication device. As you can see I have also already taken advantage of one of the shops to provide myself with more suitable attire.

However, this does not create a full understanding of my surroundings or those with whom I will be interacting. I would appreciate any knowledge and advice you might impart. I'm sure you'll have topics you find most interesting and valuable and I will have my own questions. [While his face moves with each syllable it seems as though his expression never varies from the calm, collected, and serious.] I have no currency to repay you for your time or effort, but it seems that any would be useless here. Despite this, I can assure you I resolve my debts.

You have my gratitude and appreciation in advance.

[Here's Percy looking pale and a bit... off. It's been a rough morning. One minute he's falling asleep in prison, then the next minute he's fighting the goddess of victory (and nearly dying), and then fighting Polybotes (and nearly dying again), before waking up in prison, right where he'd left off. But there was no way it had just been a dream.

When he speaks, his voice is hoarse like he'd been through a nasty coughing fit. The poison Polybotes had used against him hadn't been a joke and the experience was still fresh in his mind. Just thinking about it was enough to nearly send Percy back to choking and gagging.]

Okay, woke up confused and in pain. [A slight wince as he puts a hand against his throat as if that'll help.] I seriously don't know what's going on right now. Kind of having trouble figuring things out and my memories are all over the place.

[Nothing new for him.]

I'm, like, a decent percent sure that I'm not dying, at least. I mean, I could be wrong, but I sure hope not. I'd hate to die in this thing.

[Ah, yes. The dreaded orange jumpsuit is back.] Nico, we might need a sequel to that first shopping trip we had.

[After exploring a bit on her own, Shallan has managed to procure a sketchbook and some charcoal pencils, as well as some colored pencils. She is sitting in Trois Park, next to the koi pond and sketching the different fish while recording her thoughts on the paper.]

This place really is vastly different than Roshar, Pattern. Just look at the fish, they have no fear that their little pond is going to be blown away or flooded by a highstorm.

[The day that Michiru had been planning for for some time was now here! It was the music recital for the academy's music class. She was excited for this and she hoped that her students were as well.

The stage was set and the chairs had been set up. There were also refreshments. This was the best that she could hope for.

The recital is mainly for her students, but she might play a song or two of her own]

[ooc: Recital time! If your character is in the class, feel free to post a song that they would play for the recital. For those who aren't and even those who are, feel free to mingle around and enjoy!]

[ He can’t do what they want him to do. He holds his device in his hands and just stares at it for the longest time. What if he doesn’t do it? Does he want to find out? In the end, he decides to just get it over with. He just needs to have the most boring day ever.

(Yesterday would have been perfect. He’d spent all of it in bed – despite the forced all-day nap the day before that. He just … couldn’t find the will or want to get up and face whatever lay outside the bedroom door. Some days were like that.)

He fits the device over his ear with a deep breath, scratches at the bandage on his neck, and steels himself for what is probably going to be a long, nerve-wracking day. ]

U-um … so, apparently getting attacked is grounds for punishment around here, and mine is to broadcast everything I do today.

Morning

[ The attack has taught him one thing. He is slipping in his recovery and combat training. He grabs an apple, but remembers he’s broadcasting and doesn’t eat it. He finds a fakey wooden sword and runs through drills. He can almost forget that he’s got his stupid device running non-stop, except when he slips up, then he feels all kind of weird of awkward because maybe people saw that and now he's embarrassed. ]

Afternoon

[ Forget lunch. After giving up on training, he makes his way toward the park, where he can walk around and be boring. Every so often, he'll slip into a shadow and reappear somewhere else. Like, maybe he can exhaust himself, and just sleep the rest of the day. That would still count, right? ]



((OOC: Please note that none of Nico's conversations can go to private and all of his interactions will be broadcast to the dome.))

[Dream 1]
Sarah walked through the Labyrinth. She just needed to get to the center… find her brother. A giant, fur-covered monster walked alongside her. Sarah kept talking to him when he suddenly disappeared. “Ludo?” she called out. THere was nothing for it but to keep going. And then things got really weird. Creatures jumped out and started singing about… taking body parts off? And not only that, they started juggling their heads!

[Dream 2]
Still in the Labyrinth… Sarah and Hoggle walked through a darkened hall. A beggar sat in the corridor. He asked what they were doing. “Nothing,” replied Hoggle. “Nothing? Nothing Tra la la.” The beggar stood and transformed into Jareth, the Goblin King. A confusing conversation later and then Hoggle and Sarah find themselves running from the Cleaners - a machine that will most certainly kill them

[Dream 3]
School. Lunchtime. Sarah always hated lunch. She didn’t have friends so she sat alone at one end of a table, ignoring the jeers and taunts. Just a few more hours and she could go home.

[ Option one: Home Sweet Home ]

[ You find yourself in someone’s back garden, apple trees heavy with fruit and laundry hanging out to dry in the warm summer breeze. There’s an earthy fragrance in the air, of ripe vegetables and pine tree sap, of deep lakes and golden fields ready for harvest. There’s a buzz of insects in the air, the sound of farm machinery droning on in the distance. Maybe the whinny of a horse.

A (potentially) familiar redhead is playing at the edge of the garden, red hair cut in a not too flattering bowl cut, but he’s only eight years old so it’s certainly forgivable. ]

[ Option two: Bar fly (the potentially sexy option aow aow ) ]

[ The bar is packed to the rafters, some faces human but a lot of them very much not. The buzz is loud, the music is loud and through the crowd weaves a potentially familiar face — Aidan is entranced in his work, cleaning glasses off tables and taking turns in the steaming hot dish room. Could use a break tho, if his red cheeks and sweat-damp forehead is any indication. ]

[ Option three: Echoes of War ]

[ There is no shape to the landscape. No landmarks, just a heavy stench of sweat and shit and blood, mingling with chemicals from explosives, the oily smell of a grease fire, of petrol leaking into the ground, of maggots crawling in an open wound. The sky, if it can be called that, is occasionally brought to life by blinding flashes in white and red, followed by a bone-deep rumble as the explosions shakes another little piece out of place.

An empty void of complete bone-chilling terror. You will die here. ]

[ First Dream ]

[Welcome to the Labyrinth. You won't find a bulging Goblin King twirling his balls down here. This is Daedalus' Labyrinth. It has a mind of its own. The walls move and shift. Any room may contain a trap or a puzzle or a monster. A younger Nico is wandering through here with the ghost of King Minos. It's unclear which one is in charge. There are many exits, but good luck finding one.]



[ Second Dream ]

[You're in hell. Literally. Tartarus is hell. A primordial god. The ground is sharp stone and glass. But look closer. Look under all that, and it's flesh. The air is poison. The rivers are fire, lamentation, pain. Pus-filled boils fester over the surface, incubating monsters - dragons, giants, Titans, serpents, harpies, you name it. Those who have already been born are coming for you.

There's Nico up ahead. Something dead is at his feet. He's got a wicked black sword in his hand. He's waiting for something.]

[There were a couple of interviews to take care of today, so the team split up to cover them. Kitty'll compare notes with Reid and Deanna later before the final decisions are made. For now she waits at the headquarters with M'gann for Percy to arrive. Apparently he's interested in the combat teams.

He shouldn't have much trouble finding his way to the conference room. Someone out front will direct him if need be.]

[Wandering about wherever.

He did it. He said he would do it, so he did it. He would have been a liar otherwise, right? Can’t have that.

Anyway, the tattoo is on his forearm, and he’s always got a jacket on, so no one’s ever going to see it. That’s not really the point. It’s Hades’ symbol. It doesn’t make up for the loss of the ring, and he’s going to keep pestering the robots until he gets that back. It's simple and black and not very big. He's still admiring the work as he wanders away from the parlor.]

[You know the phrase about waking up on the wrong side of the bed? Well, today you wake up exactly where you planned to, just not how you planned to. Taller, blonder, now with dangerous and unpredictable powers? So maybe the phrase about not feeling comfortable in your own skin applies more today. After all, it's not exactly your skin is it?]

(OOC: Use this mingle to run into people anywhere in the dome. Body swap info.)

( Nathan is out walking. Again. (Cut for mentions of murder and suicide and stuff.) )


[ooc: Run into a serial killer in the making?]

[ The video suddenly clicks on and the face of Facilier comes into focus.]
Let’s see…Did I get this right…Yes…This is curious.

[ He smiles a a big charming smile, his most charming in fact. ]
Ladies and gentlemen, madams and monsieurs! Enchanté and a tip of the hat of Dr Facilier.

I bid you all welcome to sector 4, Clocktower Estates for a tarot reading! Your future in but three cards — charms and potions! Dreams made real!

[ He clicks it off and then he waits in his apartment.]

(( If you want Facilier to make weirdly accurate comments about your character's present and future from canon, do let me know. ))

[ Lal's never seen an actual ocean before. Or a blue sky, an underwater dome... Almost everything in MarinaNova is totally new to her. That is why her first transmission comes some time after she's arrived. As urgent as it is that she is returned to The Enterprise, there wasn't exactly anyone around curb her curiosity, or answer the multitude of questions she's storing up for later.

But now, she finally starts her video from the shoreline of sector one. For all intents and purposes, she seems to be an ordinary young woman. Except for the odd and slightly mechanical movements of her head. ]

Father.

[ She doubts he's actually here in the asylum with her, but she has to make sure. She pauses, cocking her head to one side just a bit. Being used to the starship's communication methods, she expects an immediate answer. When none comes, she continues on. ]

Asylum. Protection from danger. A facility where care is given to the sick or insane.

I am not sick. This is not The Enterprise. This is not Galor IV. I do not know of a planet with an ocean named "Saylar". Why... was I taken from The Enterprise? Why was I charged with crimes? Captain Picard stated that I had not done anything wrong. So why am I here?

It is a mistake. Since it is a mistake, I've concluded that the logical action would be to return to the surface of this planet. I will do that now.

[ Obviously, the best way to do that would be through the ocean. She hasn't yet realized that the water before her is independent of the dark sea outside the dome, so she's going to start marching forward purposefully. She'll keep going, eventually sinking below the surface unless she's stopped. ]

[Right, well. Not the first time he's found himself in an unfamiliar place. It's also not the first time he's found himself stuck in a glass prison surrounded by water. Unfortunately, said surrounding water doesn't feel familiar to him at all and his bearings are all jumbled and mixed up and his mind is still reeling from that message he'd woken up with.

Deep breaths, Percy. You've been in far worse.]

Hey, fellow crooks and criminals. I should totally be used to this by now. I mean, I am. You could probably tell by the way I'm not freaking out or anything.

[It's true, he's actually pretty darn composed. Almost like he does this for a living.

Gods, he doesn't want to do this for a living.]

So... prison! [Claps his hands together as he very obviously searches for something to say.] As much as I'd love, like seriously love to spend the rest of my life stuck in a giant fishbowl with the rest of you, I'm kind of on a tight schedule. Places to be, people to see...

[Goddesses to kill, a world to save. The usual in the life of Percy Jackson.]

I'd really appreciate it if someone could just point me to the nearest exit sign and I'll take it from there, thanks.

[And though he keeps his tone light, there's a weary light to his eyes, a tense set in his jaw as if he's ready to spring into action at a moment's notice now.]

[The day post is actually just a little later than usual today. Really just half an hour or so, but for an AI that is a bit strange.]

Day 267. Sunny. Mild. You're still prisoners. You have new prisoners to play with today. Stop me if you've heard this one before. Actually, I think I'll just stop myself. Carry on.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here).