MarinaNova Asylum

[After the overwhelming therapy sessions yesterday, Bart knows that he should be more honest about certain things. While running usually doesn't solve his problems, it does give him a clear head - so off to his make-shift tracks he goes! Bart's slowed down his pace considerably compared to normal, so while he's not a red-and-white blur today, he's still faster than most runners. He stops every now and then to take a break, stretch, and slow down if he has to, but he's making rounds in all sectors but Sector 6 today.

When he's not running to his heart's content, Bart's either shopping at the Row (a guy's gotta have his hoodies!) or snagging food from various restaurants around town. Today so isn't a cooking day, even if he'd been enjoying his various experiments.]

[video, filtered to Korra]
Remember when I said I'd tell you if "Time Space Compression" or whatever was really weird? Turns out that really weird was an understatement. [He inhales sharply. While Bart had technically promised Korra he'd ping her about therapy, there's another, more pressing reason he's this nervous.]

Think you can hang out with me today to talk about it? It's a bit too... er, interesting? Yeah, too interesting to talk about over the network.

[video, filtered to Wally]
Since therapy totally sucked yesterday, let's make up for it by having some fun! If you've got stuff to do today, it can be something small. I got board games the other day! [Only a somewhat alternate version of Barry Allen would find sheer joy in owning a knock-off version of Life, which he holds up with a bit of pride.]

Or you know, just grab lunch or something. Anything to get that bad taste outta my mouth, you know?

[ 'Have you ever thought that everything is your fault? Do you pile guilt on your shoulders, regardless of where fault lies? Do you sometimes blame yourself for a diminishing environment? Have you ceased bothering to cry 'but there were circumstances'! Then this is the therapy group for you!

The Personal Guilt Therapy session takes place in one of the classrooms in the education center. It looks very much like other therapy sessions you might have been herded into: plastic chairs in a circle around a low circle shaped table. Refreshments sit on a table near the door with cookies, pastries, coffee and hot water to dunk generic tea bags in. There are also a few envelopes of stale hot chocolate mix.

Rather than assault you with a battery of questions, the table in the center simply has a directive, a guide if you will, to talking about your guilt. The questions are written upon white paper then taped securely to the center of the table.

Once you've gotten yourself some refreshments and settled a bit discuss the following among your peers these questions:

*What do you personally feel guilty for? Why?
*What were the circumstances surrounding these things you feel guilty about?
*Was there any way to change the outcome that caused your guilt?
*Does anyone else blame you?
*How does your guilt affect your everyday life either back home or here?

ooc: as per all the other therapy sessions, don't feel it necessary to limit your character to these options. Mingle, make new threads, profit! ]

[When the feed clicks on it shows Bonnie sitting down at a table, a steaming cup of coffee in front of her. There's also a few pastries on a plate next to it.]

Today marks my first month here. I don't think it's something you particularly celebrate but if I had to celebrate anything, it would be the friends I have in this place. Both the ones from home and the people I've befriended in prison. I think that deserves some acknowledgment so if anyone wants to talk about the good things, come down to the bean crushers coffee place. I'll be there for the afternoon.

That's about it.

Thanks.

Welcome to Day 235. Are you excited to hear who won the prison-wide raffle? No?

Oh, that must be because we didn't tell you we were doing one. Well, we did. We do hope you appreciate good surprises since Jack Harkness is getting one. Do come and hear the options for what you've won.

While this means the rest of you are losers, it doesn't mean you will stay that way. There will be other morale-promoting raffles in the future. It's also possible Jack Harkness will choose something that benefits more than just himself. Stay tuned.

In other news, criminals are doing criminal things. Full details of their punishments will be submitted directly to their communicators.

Yuuki Kuran Sex
Zero Kiryuu Sex

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Mail submissions can be left here. Raffle details.)

[ Buffy's emotions are at war with each other. She's not sure what to feel and she hasn't been since she heard the morning announcement. Shock definitely came first followed closely by a fury that she usually reserves for those attempting to destroy the world, or at least Sunnydale. The fury is tempered by worry then by something that closely resembles logic, at least for Buffy.

She takes her time getting out of bed, showering and swinging by the Bean Crusher to grab coffee and danish before she goes to Dawn's room and knocks on the door. ]

Dawnie, I've got coffee and danish in here for breakfast.


| Post talk with Dawn at the Athletic Complex |

[ Buffy can be found here wailing on things with a particular purpose. Sometimes it's very difficult for her to remember that Dawn is nearly nineteen years old and not fourteen. She knows that this isn't Dawn's first time. There was the whole Thricewise demon thing to remind her of that. She also knows that Dawn and Xander were sharing a one bedroom apartment and Xander wasn't sleeping on the couch. It's still difficult to accept that her baby sister is having sex. It's even harder to deal with the fact that the Wardens find it perfectly acceptable to broadcast such private details. She's not mad at Dawn, not really. She's not even mad at Peter though she will pull his entrails out through his nose if he hurts Dawn. She's just trying to resolve all of her feelings the best way she knows how: by hitting things.

After she hits things and showers, she'll probably head to Merlotte's. She seriously needs a drink and she needs to tell Sam that she won't be working this evening simply because her patience and focus are nil and did she mention that she really needs a drink?]

| Pre talk with Dawn |

[Very briefly Buffy will be out getting coffee and danish at the Bean Crusher, but she'll be in a hurry to get back to talk to Dawn before her sister gets up and leaves. ]

[ooc: Semi open to those that would have noticed this and come to speak to Buffy about it. ]

( private audio → damon & stefan salvatore | rebekah mikaelson | tyler lockwood )
» ACTION | MORNING | TVÅ PARK ► OPEN

[ this morning finds matt out jogging, making his way in and around the hedge maze at två park. he's got a lot on his mind, so forgive him if he doesn't see you or answer you at first. today's going to be a day for sure, and it's barely even started. ]

Okay, so...

I've had my share of creepy admirers, believe it or not, but either they amped up their game and emptied my apartment overnight or I took a ride on the stabilizer train without knowing it. One's more likely than the other, I know, but I just want to be clear... please don't tell me somebody's wearing my clothes right now. Smelling them. It's creepy.

Except, well, on R- [ogue, but that sounded unintentionally bad. For reasons.]

[Please don't be listening, Logan. Beyond the stabilizer or otherwise.]

You know what, never mind. I'm just going to get a bagel.

[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.]

[Caroline comes on camera, she's at the Blood Shack. Seriously, what's the point of really hiding it anymore? She's a vampire, if people figure it out, they figure it out. But for now, nothing she does really screams I'M A VAMPIRE. Her thoughts have turned darker as of late but somehow she manages to ask this in her usual perky tone--]

So my fellow prisoners, question. If you had only a few days left to live or something what would do with that time? What's your, like, 'My last day on Earth or in Marnia' bucket list?

It seems to me that we could all do with some cheering up after what we went through back in that other place. I was thinking we should have some sort of get together for the sake of morale — give everyone a good boost back up. Maybe something like a potluck at one of the parks, where we all pitch in and bring what we like instead of us trying to cram as many bodies as we can into Merlotte's or the Blood Shack.

[ that and they've not only already done the party on the beach thing, but it might be a little too soon to ask anyone to go that close to the water. and there just ain't enough lanes at the bowling alley to accommodate everyone. ]

Yes? No? [ she smiles hopefully, because someone's gotta be strong in the face of so much bullshit. if she stops being strong, then it means whatever higher power's behind this place has one and she refuses to lose herself to something that won't even show its face. ]

[Calliope clears her throat. The arcade's first-floor cacophony can be heard in the background, though muffled. Even though she sounds like Caliborn, she's so very much kinder and warmer.]

Sooo... This is "Callie"! Thank you to everyone who donated or traded your chocolate to me while we were at the other place, and to those of you who offered me kind words. I hope everyone is alright, and made it back safely! [Though she hasn't heard from Roxy.]

... on that note, has anyone else noticed bruises and the sort being in different places than they were yesterday? It's rather peculiar...

Um, but, anyway. [She sounds a bit more nervous, now, voice a bit shaky and laugh with an edge of giggle on it.] It's not as though there's currency worry about, but if anyone would like to be repaid in kind and company, I'm on the second floor of the Arcade with some snacks. It's the one with the tables and the card and board games.

Maybe we could also play something together? Oh- and we can also go to one of the other floors, if anyone prefers a different game! This just seemed the most fitting place to start at, with the candy and soda...

[Calliope really wants to spend time with everyone and anyone.]

[This is a bigger deal to her than it may be for most; she's so convinced of her own horrific monsterly-ness that she feels like asking people to spend time with her is imposing. Part of her doesn't even expect anyone to respond or show up, beyond maybe her friends from home. Still, after she learned about Caliborn's little frypan rampage and constant attempts at upsetting people, she feels a need to try and cement herself as the green-eyed cherub who just wants to make friends.]

[That is why, true to her word, Calliope is camping out at one of the game tables. She's wearing a hoodie tugged up to somewhat disguise her appearance, but she's on the lookout for people who appear to be looking for her. There are long moments of keeping busy by shuffling skills and snacking on her small assorted collection of candy, too.]

[And, before she tries to put it off any longer...]

[Private | Filtered to Aradia]

Umm. Hello, dear. Would you like to, ah... [She trails off, realizing there are approximately two dozen ways to end that sentence, and she can't pick one.]

When I said I wanted to get out of Mystic Falls for a while, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Ruins of some ancient prison in Italy or China, maybe, but not underwater and in some alien dimension, or however the hell that's supposed to work. [ if he's getting the gist of this right. he's going by video game logic here. ]

And what happened to a trial by a jury of your peers? Is that not a thing on Planet X? Too human a concept for you? Is throwing eighteen-year-olds in prison for skipping a couple of classes back in high school [ and eradicating an entire vampire bloodline via staking finn mikaelson, but shhhh ] just something you do for fun around here?

[ just when things had calmed down and the world was returning to normal (or as normal as the world was capable of getting after everything that happened back home), this happens. it's just his luck, too. nothing ever stayed good for matt donovan. his life sucked, and it looks like graduating from high school meant it was only going to get suckier from here on out. ]

So much for the world tour.

[ It's a wonderful, stormy day here in Squall Asylum and vacation time is officially over! Your gracious overlords have worked out a light itinerary for you today and they expect you to keep it.

Get in line to pick up your food rations for the day. Eat breakfast if you have time for it, or perhaps you'd rather skip this one time and save yourself the discomfort during the two hours of exercise that follow. Jogging, jumping jacks or perhaps impromptu team sports, whatever you end up doing you bet you'll come out exercised in the end!

Should you not want to participate... well. We have ways to make you join in. Anyone reluctant to get their heart rate up will get a helpful electric prod by one of the bots until they comply. Tough cookies.

Luckily you'll get a chance to wash off that sweat (hope you're not shy, the wash room can get crowded) before it's time for the silent game for an hour, followed by lunch. The day is not over yet though! There's still time for a couple of hours of hard labor tending to the crops, doing laundry or perhaps breaking bricks in the yard. To make sure none of the inmates are broken this is also the time for mandatory physical checkups — bots will guide you to the hospital. No ifs or buts. The violation of personal privacy is for your own good, we promise.

Isn't it nice, being in prison? ]

((ooc: This mingle takes place during all of day 222. A bullet-point for of the itinerary can be found here, where we also encourage you to direct any questions. Event info is here if you need it. ))

[Wake up and smell the lack of coffee. You're on a bunk bed. Maybe you're a top and maybe you're a bottom. There are five other people in your room. Maybe they're friends or enemies or faces you barely recognize if at all. It doesn't matter much. You can leave this room and you don't need to come back to it.

You should get your rations though. You're probably hungry. You're definitely a little sluggish of body. What happened to that bruise you got sparing yesterday? What happened to your newly dyed hair? Mystery, mystery... Move along. Find the public bathrooms and do your business with a hundred of your closest friends.

Find the kiosk and get your rations. Careful not to let anyone steal them. You won't get more until tomorrow and the bots won't care. They aren't here to hold your hand. If you get sick or hurt and they deem it necessary they will take you to the hospital whether you wish it or not. But why dwell on such things? You're here now and you might as well enjoy it. You even get a free day today.]

(OOC: OOC info. This mingle takes place in the Main shelter over the morning hours.

[Everything is relatively quiet at this time of night, or at least Spider-man thinks it is. He's out on patrol in Sector 0 and it's nice to put on the suit and feel like he's doing something good, even if the something good (at the moment) happens to be getting back in the groove of things. He doesn't have his shooters, so webbing is out of the question, but he's still got sticky hands and feet not to mention his strength and reflexes. He can be found on rooftops, climbing up walls or throwing himself from the top of one building to catch the edge of another.

He's watching out for your best interests.

Really.]

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[Bart didn't know which was worse: waking up in prison, losing his superpowers, or receiving the ugliest jumpsuit known to mankind. He wasn't a stranger to law enforcement, having been on both sides of the equation, but Marina's new territory. It's like the sick, twisted love child of Atlantis and Belle Reve (complete with free ankle monitor! all yours for the grand price of your freedom!)

Unable to take off the monitor, Bart had settled for turning off his comm device and heading to the nearest clothing store. Thank god he'd woken up in Sector 4 - running would've been a pain in the neck. Unfortunately, he also doesn't have cash.

He wouldn't steal under any other circumstance, but people usually expect cash. That's just how capitalism works! If anyone asks, they never saw him. Of course not, because the kid who entered in a jumpsuit and the kid who left in a red t-shirt and white jeans aren't the same person. Absolutely not. Especially since that second kid had already dumped his prison jumpsuit into one of the inventory bins.

It would've been the perfect crime not that he knows everything's free, but his conscience is making his heart race again... and of course, the second he tries to leave, he hits the door face-first and falls hard onto the floor (activating his voice feed in the process). Goddammit.]

[voice]
OW.

Oh hey, this thing's on... [Bart fiddles with the feed some more, before hastily adding:] Ignore the man behind the emerald curtain, y'all. No - seriously, I'm not the tech guy, that's kind of Chloe's thing. I barely understood Twitter, I don't particularly get Facebook, and these wardens expect me to use this thing without breaking it? Or well, it seems simple enough, it's just... you know, prison tech. The last prison didn't have tech nearly this sophisticated.

[He's speaking rapidly about how much tech isn't his thing, even without his super-speed, until he remembers where he is. Bart coughs.] Right, sorry, fair people of Marina Novella. Nova? Marina Telenovela? Whatever we're called, I'll catch you on the flipside. Assuming that, you know, I don't get out of here on parole first.

My, my, this is quite the development. Get unlawfully incarcerated, get a free Skype account and a reject Xbox headset. Microsoft ditched this design for a reason, but it's good to know that access to social media isn't limited to the footloose and fancy free. They can cross being biased against the criminally charged off their would be lawsuits -- if any of these charges happened to be valid, that is. You seem to be lacking a proper judicial system. Get one. The Big Brother look isn't good a look on anyone, and I have zero interest in playing along with your little game of transdimensional authoritarian checkers, Stalin and Mussolini. [ that'd be you, conscienti and veridical. ]

As for the pocket placement itself, sans your little list o' crimes... [ a shrug of indifference. ] As a good friend of mine once said, "Go to heaven for the climate, hell for the company."

[ not like he's got anything better to do -- at least, not at the moment. give it time, he'll grow bored and restless, and start rattling the bars on his underwater cage soon enough. neither will stop him from being difficult, though. ]

Anyone know if this thing happens to do Guitar Hero?

[Peter is restless, thrumming with energy. He has an incredible itching desire to get higher and without his shooters, no way to do so. The buildings here aren't high enough to satisfy his addiction to heights, but he does spidey climb up one of them and hang out around the rooftop for a while. That's nice, but it doesn't burn off enough of the excess energy. He ultimately ends up with his skateboard, speeding all over the dome, sliding down rails, making jumps and other sorts of tricks. He's also feeling a bit more reckless than usual so his tricks are fairly daring, at least as daring as he can get with what he's got here. Come tell him his a dumb ass, or that he's really cool. Yell at him to get off the stairs and call him a dang kid! Whatever you want.]

Closed to Dawn

After nearly exhausting himself skateboarding, Peter heads over to Dawn's place. Of course he skateboards over there and runs up the stairs, taking them two at a time so when he knocks on her door, he's a bit out of breath, hair sticking up from having run his hands through it all day while he played on the skateboard. It occurs to him (too late) that he might should've showered before he came here, but it was a whim, almost an urge to visit her this evening, so he hangs back from the door, skateboard bungeed to the backpack he's got slung across his back, his hands shoved in his front pockets.

She might not be home. This also occurs to him. She could be out. He's just about convinced himself to go home, shower and then go look for her when the door opens.

[ There's something subdued about the young Agent this day. Something subtle, brewing just under the surface that makes the deliverance of today's lecture just a little more mechanical than usual. He seems fine, well-rested and healthy and fine and yet…

He hasn't confirmed it yet, but he suspects. It's been too quiet for too long. Maybe after class he'll muster up enough courage to go knock on their Unit Chief's door and see if they really lost him again but for now he has a job to do. ]

( CW: rape and sexual abuse! Proceed with caution! )

(( The Criminology Class is held in an open lecture format, meaning that there's no ic signup process involved! Feel free to mingle at your leisure — email notifs are off but Reid has a thread HERE if you wish to hit him up. For more information about the setup and purpose of the class, go HERE. The attached links are a full account of the entire lecture so feel free to use them as topics of discussion! ))

[ although the morning's rain prevented them from getting an early start on setting up, quinn and rebekah have managed to pull everything off in time for the dance to start. there's tables to sit at when you don't feel like dancing or enjoying the surf, lots of hawaiian-themed snacks and desserts to eat, grass skirts and leis available for those who wish to wear them, lanterns and torches everywhere, with live music provided by quinn, oz, jack, lacus, and anyone else who wishes to get up and sing!

the only thing this party's lacking is the booze, per quinn's intentions of having this be an alcohol-free party. however, that doesn't mean someone isn't going to spike the punch when she's not looking, so if you were planning on doing so -- have at it!

so, go ahead and dance it up with your dates, mingle with some new cr, hop around, and threadjack to your heart's content. festivities will carry on until sometime after midnight when clean up will commence. enjoy! ]