MarinaNova Asylum

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Dirk Strider: a letter from Data (delivered day 199)
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To everyone except Jack Noir: a postcard invitation from Dirk, Jake, and Roxy.
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Laura Kinney: a package from Dean Winchester (delivered uhh ages ago oops...)
  
• Saya Otonashi: a package from Aidan Reilly.

[PM knows she really needs to stop moping around. At least she still has the mail.]

[It has always been there for her; it will, she knows, always be there for her. The post office work is the one good part of her day, and she knows she needs to try and just get over not having AR and WV around anymore, because they aren't dead. Absolutely not. They're just asleep somewhere, like in the last dome.]

[But here she is living a normal life when they're not around and Jack Noir is. It smarts.]

[PM makes her rounds dutifully as always, but she is withdrawn, and her smiles, cordial.]

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[I APOLOGIZE FOR THE LACK OF MAIL POSTS, I failed for basically ever. Please assume everything has been delivered in a timely fashion, if possible! Anyway, info about the postal service and mail submissions for Day 202 and beyond are here!]

[Over in sector 2, any passers by might find a certain Jack Noir sitting with the Queen's Ring on his finger, dog face and all. He appears to be happily surrounded by multiple holes in the soil, his one paw covered in a strange mixure of blood and dirt, sullying the shiny gold ring with the four pearls that sits between his claws.

If you're not careful/paying attention (or if you don't spot the smooth doggy grin on Jack's face), you might fall into one of said holes. Hey, if he can't stab people, breaking their ankles is clearly the next best option.]

[The last few days have been...something. Enough of a something that Bucky decided getting a drink in the early afternoon was a perfectly good idea and the Winery was as good a place to do it as any. He usually lays low, chats up a few ladies now and then, and spends time with Steve--but that won't be happening anymore, will it? He almost wants to ask what the point of being here is now, but he won't because knowing how things work, he just might get the answer he doesn't want.

He snorts at his own stupid thoughts, taking another stiff drinking from his glass and letting it clink-clack as he sets it carelessly back down on the table in front of him. He's sitting loose, clothes a bit rumpled and his hair a little in disarray. Messy, but not like he just rolled out of bed. Even maybe if he had.]

[Audio]
Time goes by fast around here, don't it? [He says it easily, but there's a bit of slur to his words, an edge behind all of the nonchalance.] You just keep going along, minding your business and in the blink of an eye it's like...you didn't even notice how things were different. That's probably what they want. Get us all cozied up and then drop the bombs.

[He snorts, taking a drink.] Think I prefer being shot at by Nazis.

[ Inmates will be asked to come to Trois Park for Therapy.

( More about the session under cut )

Inmates will be taught Tai Chi and encouraged to meditate at the end. Tea and other calming liquids will be available!]

((ooc: Likewise, feel free to thread-hop and otherwise mingle as you please with this. Open up discussions, have your characters talk about things, ask questions of the group, IDK have fun!))

[ voice/sometime after the group therapy sessions ]

That sucked. Let's never do it again.

I got a request. Any robotic or otherwise non-organic inmates, please respond to this.


[ action/afternoon/closed to PM, Roxy, and Wally West ]

[ He's not going to let this shitty brainwashing camaraderie-building exercise get in the way of the pre-planned camaraderie-building exercise. Sometime when none of the people involved are stuck in a therapy session, Dirk contacts PM, Roxy, and Wally and heads to Trois Park for the picnic. He's brought a blanket, some sandwiches, some leftover radish-and-peanut pizza, and the cookies Jane helped him bake the day before.

He sets up camp and waits. He just hopes this isn't a disaster, considering one of the people involved is someone he doesn't know a thing about. ]

[Jack comes on the screen in a mostly empty apartment, sitting on a chair rolling the Queen's ring between his pointed metal fingers. Compared to Jack's usual perpetual state of fury, he looks almost calmer. There's a steady "clink, clink, clink" as it rolls over each knuckle joint for a good thirty seconds before he catches it in his palm and speaks.]

Snowman's missing.

[He seems to be torn on whether to be happy or annoyed about this issue, which is evident by the way the corners of his jaw twitch.]

Lucky bitch don't deserve it.

[His hand closes over the ring with a loud creak.]

Gettin' real sick of this shithole. Boring. 'bout to start making my own entertainment.

[There is (1) one red and blue Spider-Man hanging out across various rooftops this afternoon, though this video lingers around in Sector one as Peter parks it on top of the convenience store. He peels up the bottom of his mask to the nose and helps himself to snack cakes and soda before addressing the feed.]

So, anyone want to admit they're feeling jolly rotten so we can get on with all the singing and dancing around here?

Motivational exercises, [tsk tsk] what would we do without 'em.


[Private to Derek Morgan]

Bonjour.

I've been assigned to share Sector 1 with you for the Force, so I thought I'd say hey.

Name's uh, Spider-Man. Nice to meet you.

Oh jeez! *The camera flickers on a teenage girl with huge round glasses over bright green eyes - and curiously enough, furry white dog ears poking out through a mess of dark hair.*

Um, I don't know if anyone can hear this! I don't actually know why I'm wearing this ugly orange suit, or even where I am, either! I'm usually pretty good with locations these days... you know what? Nevermind. I don't care WHERE the hell I am, but it's really, REALLY important that I get back where I came from right away!

I don't have time to waste on this stupid prisoner bullshit, okay? I was kind of in the middle of doing something, and... without me to power the ship, I THINK my paradox brother might actually be stuck between universes for, well, forever!

Even if he's gotten really surly and annoying lately, and suddenly hates his favorite movies which ACTUALLY? Weren't all that bad and were kind of funny!-- No matter how much of a jerkass he is, he's still my brother and I don't want to leave him stuck there!

So, please, if anyone can hear this, I really need your help!

Augh, why am I even talking into this stupid thing? Can anyone actually hear me?

[Good morning, MarinaNova. Hopefully you are enjoying your day, because its about to be ruined by one slightly frantic dogface. Not so much frantic as in...well, it looks like very dizzy as he destabilizes himself and teleports at random around the dome, occasionally bumping into people or walls.

He's very obviously looking for a certain someone, but maybe you can catch him before he inevitably blinks away again to give him a piece of your mind.]

PACKAGE RECIPIENTS

• Penelope Garcia: a package from Derek Morgan.
  
• Buffy Summers, Cordelia Chase, Faith Lehane & Xander Harris: packages from Oz.

[PM has managed to avoid the worst of the confusion from today's "errors." Q being in Yuuri's body, and Fletcher in Dirk's? Weird, but manageable. This place has done far worse to her and to others, after all, and talking to people with the wrong faces is far from it.]

[This, on the other hand...]

[She sees the couple walking down the path ahead. Their silhouettes are instantly recognizable. A chill runs down her spine. PM surges forward, gripping the ring around her neck so that it doesn't bounce up and hit her in the face.]

Questant! Keeper-! [She reaches her paw out to touch WQ's shoulder, but it passes right through. Neither the tall and thin Prospitian queen, nor the stout and thick Prospitian king, appeared to have heard her, anyway.]

[Despite knowing she's on her route and should return to it, PM follows the ghosts for as long as they remain visible. Her chest aches, even as they flicker out of existence for good.]

[Only once she's sure they won't reappear does she stop. Her hand has been gripping the ring the whole time, and realizing this only makes her squeeze it tighter. PM remains standing there for several minutes, her expression unreadable.]

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[Info about the postal service and mail submissions for Day 192 and beyond are here!]

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Spencer Reid: a postcard from Helix anonymous.

[PM had been starting her route when the power failed. She quickly slips on her ring--while she may not have special night vision, she does have improved senses. The occasional lime light as her body flickers in time-space helps, too. She doesn't feel particularly good about flying around with all the lightning going on, though, so she remains firmly grounded.]

[She really prefers to walk during her route, but she would also really like to get the mail done in a timely fashion.]

[So, PM starts teleporting between the apartment buildings to check and deliver the mail. There is a lot of groping around with her paw and flashing a neon shade of green as she goes through them one by one. It doesn't help that the flickering is extremely uncomfortable (flashy gif warning!!!) for other people to stare at for too long. It may, in fact, be more distracting than having a winged, dog-headed alien sticking her arm into their apartment mailboxes.]

[Voice]

The mail is all delivered! Um. If you can safely get to your mailboxes, I mean. Or have light to read your mail by.

Does anyone need anything? [And then she adds, just so it sounds more like an offer than a polite thing to say:] Flashlights, food, bandages?

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[ahaha I missed last week, sorry. Info about the postal service and mail submissions for Day 191 and beyond are here!]

[ Voice ]
[ Subaru sounds rather excited, but it has nothing to do with a new ice cream place opening up, or getting new skates. ] She's back! She's back!!

...

Oh! I was going to have her say something, but she's not ready yet. Eheh, I should have waited a bit, huh? Sorry about that. It'll be just a moment. [ She takes in a deep breath and lets it out in a happy sigh. ] Some of you already knew her, but I just wanted to say that I've got my partner back after all this time in the new dome without her. I can't even tell you how happy I am right now. [ Though one can probably tell from her voice and the fact she's going on about a mile a minute. ] While I'm waiting — who's all going to the party tonight? I was about to check out the costumes, but I'm not sure what to pick.

Kohran, are you free later? What about Jane? PM? Anyone, really! Trying on costumes can be just as fun as the party itself, so I won't mind the company. I'm— [ It's here that a voice interrupts her; female, uniquely artificial, but quite alive with its awkward, formal inflection. ] «Readiness completed.»

[ She gasps, her voice rising in pitch to match an elevated state of elation. ] There you are! Welcome back, partner. [ Subaru's pout is audible. ] I still can't believe that they did that...

«Worry was not needed.»

Mmn, well... even so. It's really to hear your voice again, Mach Caliber.

«I agree.»

Hehe, well we'll talk more in a sec, okay? — everyone, I hope to see you shopping, or at the party. Bye for now!

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[ Action ]
[ Just as she announced, Subaru is spending the time hopping around various shops in Sector 4 to look for a costume to wear. Maybe a cowboy? Or a knight? Or a nurse? Whatever it is, Subaru is laughing and having a great old time trying on hats and gloves and putting costumes still on their hanger in front of her chest and checking herself out in the mirror.

...also, she appears to be talking to thin air. She has a lot of catching up to do with her friend, okay! Who isn't imaginary why would you think that? ]

((OOC: Voice reference for Mach Caliber and Subaru, both! A little spoiler-y, but won't make much sense without context anyway.))

[The video clicks on to show a kid who isn't really sure what expression to make. His expression seems to settle into one of confusion after a minute or two.]

I guess I wasn't really expecting to wake up here after that whole dream bubble thing. Then again I probably was never expecting to wake up in a prison?

I am not really sure about this crimes list they gave me, though. I mean I did do some of these, but uh... Most of these were from playing a video game, so I don't really know if those count? Also I wasn't really driving that car??

Oh man, I am going to start rambling! Anyway, I am new here apparently, so hi. My name is John! I wonder if anyone else I know is here? On second thought, I hope not. That would really suck.

LETTER RECIPIENTS

• Jane Maxwell: a letter from Aidan Reilly.
  
• Mr. & Mrs. Shitty Wardens: a postcard from Dirk Strider.
  
• Conrad Weller: a postcard from Yuuri Shibuya.
  
• Hikaru: a postcard from Yuuri Shibuya.
  
• Kohran Li: a postcard from Yuuri Shibuya.
  
• Wolfram: a postcard from Yuuri Shibuya.
  
• PM: a postcard from Yuuri Shibuya.
  
• Aidan: a postcard from Yuuri Shibuya.
  
  MASS MAILERS
  
• To everyone: a postcard from Spencer Reid (on behalf of the Investigation Team).

[With the postcards being so prominently displayed, it means that there is even more mail than usual. And a busy mail lady is a happy mail lady!!! At least when that mail lady is a vaguely obsessed carapacian.]

[She and her volunteers can be seen buzzing about the dome, or found in the post office as usual! PM is in varying states of normal or ring-wearing, depending on those.]

[Though she has one very unusual delivery to make, and she stops at the kiosk to present it. With probably no small amount of apologetic looks.]

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((Info about the postal service and mail submissions for Day 189 and beyond are here!))

[ Roxy comes onto the screen looking both a little more sober than she has in most network appearances thus far, and REALLY psyched about something. She's flushed and a little breathless and grinning like she can't stop ]

Okay soooooooo I know that Jane Crocker is like the choicest of chicks around here, 'cause who doesn't want some of that sweet sugar, plus she can bake, and is adorable to boot. [ bounce bounce ] But I'm here to announce that as of today she is officially off limits to AAAAAALL of you! Her smooches are for me and me alone!

[ giggle ]

Oh, and if you want the best cocktails this side of the glass that keeps the ocean from crushing us to death, drop by the Blood Shack some night, I make a killer appletini.

[ gringrinbounce ]

Aloha!

[Jake greets everyone cheerfully! He looks...more ~smug~ than just cheerful, though. Almost as if he's won something! A bet, perhaps?]

I have a highly important inquiry, if everyone would lend me an ear.

Say you've won a bet, and as your hard-earned prize, you now find yourself with a rather obstinate fella to command as you please.

Hypothetically speaking, of course, what sorts of scandalous tomfoolery would you have him engage in?

[ action // open ]

[ shirley's sitting on the couch, writing in her diary when she notices it. there's something hanging out on top of the hanging light fixture. what is it? like heck if she knows, and to be honest she tries to just leave it at that. it's just taking up space up there - that's not her problem.

...of course, after about the fourth time she's noticed it, there's no chance of her ignoring it. with a frustrated sigh, she snaps her diary shut and goes to look closer.

those of you who pass through the common area may notice a redhead on a chair balanced on a stepladder, trying very hard to both stay upright and reach the top of the light fixtures. ]


[ video // open ]

[ the video feed clicks on. those who look closely may see a stepladder, a chair, and a few books in varying states of disarray. those who don't will just see a very disgruntled, slightly disheveled shirley staring at the camera. she is, at the moment, accusingly holding a cookie with a single bite missing up for public scrutiny. ]

Someone's been hiding these cookies all over. I've found two in the bathroom so far and one on the ceiling, but that's- and did you think that was funny? It was hard enough to reach the light, do you have any idea how hard it was to get the tape off- but that's not the important part!

[ she clears her throat, frown intensifying. ]

If you find one of these cookies, do not try to eat them. It's a bad idea. Trust me on this, I'm doing you a favor!

[ she reaches out, aaaand- click. the feed ends. ]

( Action 1 | Closed )

[ Voice | Open ]

Hey, just a heads-up: My broke-ass headset's not translating anything today as part of some bullshit punishment for defending myself against a bunch of giant wasps. So if you don't speak English, Japanese, Urdu, Pashto, Farsi, Tagalog, or Lojban, don't bother trying to get in touch with me until tomorrow.

[ There's not very much to do when you live in the future. ]

Second, I made a bunch of cookies. Another punishment thing. I've planted them in random locations around the dome. Good luck.

[ They can be found basically anywhere: In the pockets of clothes in The Row, in drawers in empty apartments, on the learning modules in the Education Center. If you can think of a completely ridiculous location, there is a cookie there.

They taste awful. There's a reason he made them available for general consumption instead of just giving them to his housemates. ]

( Action 2 | Closed )

[ The audio clicks on, but there's silence for several seconds before a voice can be heard. ]

Is this thing even on? Fuckin' confusing.

[ His voice is quiet and annoyed, basically a mutter. ]

Prison, huh? Can't say I'm surprised. It was only a matter of time before I got locked up for being too cool to logically exist.

[ This time there's a faint, desperate note to his voice, not obvious to any but the most astute listener, or those who know Dave well. It's well-masked with blasé tones. ]

Shit, my sweet red pajamas are gone, too. And I just got them an' everything. Now that's the real fuckin' crime, if you ask me.

[ A sigh. ]

Anyway, what's the deal with this place? I got the whole spiel from this weird-ass visor thing on my head, but I don't trust it. There's gotta be somebody out there who can give me a more honest picture of the undoubtedly egregious mess I've landed myself in.

Come at me, prison bros.

MASS MAILERS

• To Everyone: a flier from Kohran Li (for the Baseball Club).
  
  PACKAGE RECIPIENTS
  
• Penelope Garcia: a package from Euphemia li Britannia.

[As much as PM enjoys the exhibit at the museum, there is work to be done! She and her volunteers can be found delivering the flyer, or doing work around the post office throughout the day.]

[Please disregard the music CD playing the sounds of a rainforest in the post office.]

[Info about the postal service and mail submissions for Day 184 and beyond are here!]