MarinaNova Asylum

It's raining. [The obvious weather report has been stated. You're welcome.] So, we can't really play today, but today would be too soon anyway. We need to get the rosters back up first. [Anyone know what he's talking about? Being clear wasn't really important, was it?]

But in a few days we should have a baseball game! [And then all those cheerleaders will have something to cheer at. Otherwise they might have to cheer at science class or something.]

Um, but first we need a team captain for the other team and more players. So who wants to play?


(OOC: Current roster here. Let me know if you have a kid that needs to be removed or moved to the other team or someone that should be added! Also, if someone else wants to manage cheerleading elsewhere I'm happy to just link to your post or you can drop notes on this and I'll add them!)

[When Wally woke up this morning he found out that his friends that arrived yesterday were gone and that gave him conflicted feelings. He knows it's better off that their not stuck here but he's going to miss them.

Which is why he's currently on the couch at Robin and Zatanna's apartment with a carton of ice cream sitting in his lap and a spoon in his hand. He takes a big scoop of the ice cream and puts it in his mouth before speaking, his annoyance at recent events obvious by his tone.]

I must say my first few days here have been anything less than boring. With the glitches, people coming and going, and now it appears that I'm not only trapped at this underwater paradise but in the apartment as well. I just can't wait to see what happens next.

[He puts another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.]

Seriously, is it always this hectic around here or was I just lucky enough to show up at the right time?

[ the video clicks on to a redhead in a bright orange jumpsuit. she's nothing special, really - relatively tall, long hair, hazel eyes, and a look on her face like she's just been dragged kicking and screaming from the land of good sleep and kittens. really, the only notable thing about her is the golden dragonet lazily draped over her shoulders. as she speaks, she reaches up and strokes its neck. ]

Things change a lot around here, don't they?

[ a bit of a frown, and a bit of a pause. ]

I thought- it was Day 50, the last time I checked. Sentience had just set up a date auction with Minako, right? I'd just... And now it's a hundred and thirty days later, and Sentience is gone, and- and probably most of the people I remembered, too. But... Lulu was still here. I'm still here, right? So I guess this is just another chance.

[ a quiet little smile. she scratches right behind the dragon's head, and it presses into her hand. ]

Maybe some things don't really change.

[ she finally faces the camera, making eye contact with anyone watching before hesitantly waving. ]

My name's Shirley. Um, I've been here... a couple of times before, actually. I think this is number four...? Maybe it's the fifth, or the third. I guess it all kind of blurs together. [ an awkward, quiet laugh. ] I'm just as new here as anyone else - here, I mean, in this specific place - but if any of you ever want someone to talk to, or need help with anything, I'm always here.

So... I guess I'll be seeing you all around.

[ that same, tired smile, and then she cuts the feed. ]

[the communicator flicks on to a lot of throat clearing and subtle coughing. For a moment Stiles thinks about shutting the screen off and burying his head in his books, but. It's too late for that, right?]

Right so. Uh, I'm still pretty new to this place, but even I've realized that not everyone here is from California, or even from the same -- world as I am. Which got me thinking about stuff. Stuff of the supernatural variety. You know, ghosts, witches, voodoo magic, superpowers, werewolves. [He manages to sound very casual at the last bit. Aw yes.]

I'd like to know if anyone here has experience with those kind of things. And if you don't want to tell me, uh that's fine. I don't judge. I'm not really in a position to do a whole lot of judging considering...my situation. But yeah, it'd be nice to know.

[And he'll be sitting at this computer in the library, pretending to do something else while waiting. He's got a bunch of books all piled up by his chair, and most of them are things like Le Supernatural. Guy's gotta do his research!]

[ Welcome to Sector 5, home of the hospital, non-denominational prayer facility, memorial gardens, graveyard and, more importantly, the museum.

Today, the wardens are treating you to a special exhibit titled "The History of Self-Stimulation Through Mechanical Seismic Activity" where you can partake in such wonderful displays such as "Hand Cranked — A Guide to Historical Devices" (complete with vintage ads such as Aids That Every Woman Appreciates and Vibration is Life ) and "Bullets and Probes — Vibrations from a Universal Perspective" that feature devices from many different worlds.

Feel free to gawk at these colorful and sometimes frightening displays, peruse the gift shop (of course there's a gift shop!) or maybe just wander the rest of the Sector! ]

(ooc: Thread can take place at any time of the day, anywhere in Sector 5! Remember the rain and needless to say, those links are NSFW to varying degrees! )

Oh, fuck this. [ this voice is pissed, very southern, and-- oh hey, doesn't that sound a lot like rogue? sure looks like her, too. ] You gotta be kiddin' me. Prison? Really? If this is some sort of fairy thing-- [ HUFF! ] Look, just let me talk to Claudine. I'm sure there's a reasonable way around this without needing to go and throw me into a prison of all things.

Since when did prisons come with bluetooth, anyway? ...is anyone even listenin' to me?

[ Gwen’s heels click notably as she tucks them together, rather nervous in spite of herself. Ignoring the faint twist in her stomach, because this will only get easier with time and exposure, she turns on the communicator.

So, Marina Nova, have one (1) Gwen Stacy. Not a hair is out of place and while she’s not smiling, there is a soft neutrality to her expression. ]

Hello. I assume you’ve all got busy days ahead of you, so I’ll keep this brief. [ There’s the slightest twinge of amusement to her words, not at the expense of anyone but herself. ] My name is Gwen Stacy and any crimes this facility believes I have committed are false. I would like to request a meeting with the Warden to clear up any misconceptions and discuss my release. [ You hear that, Warden? SHE’S COMING FOR YOU.

More accurately, she’ll wait here, continuing to clash. ]

I appreciate your cooperation and await your response. [ Only mildly pretentious, yeah. The feed ends there. She’s not expecting any responses but she won’t ignore anyone who answers, either. Any one of them could be the Governor! ]

[ lots of interrupted, bumpy static ]

[ in translated enochian: ] You know you cannot keep me here.

[ several minutes later, more static. seriously, like. kkkkkchhhh ssshk chchh kkkksssss. when he finally speaks, castiel is super curt and way cranky. ]

A cell phone would be much more comfortable than this. [ SIGH ] I had just become accustomed to it. [ add that to the prospect that he very well may be stuck here. so cranky. ]

[ ♚ video ]

[ Why the long faces, People of Marina Nova? There is someone here who isn't as happy with this latest change in events but she was determined to do what she does best. Not only that, she is hoping that this would get the anger and frustration out of her system.

Sheryl Nome lives to sing --- and that moment she wanted to remind herself of the life she chose to live.

She was the Galaxy Fairy ... no matter what galaxy she is taken to.

The feeds start with a shaky view of the stage. It was the stage from the amphi-theatre. Moments later, Sheryl comes out and wearing an all too sexy bunny outfit. She turns to the camera and gives a coquettish smile and wink ... but when the camera gave another shake again, she frowned at the person behind the camera. ]

Hold still, Gino ...

[ Her Galaxy Fairy persona returned though as music began to play and she proceeded to dance. ]

EVERYONE, LISTEN TO MY SONG!


I am your white bunny
Jumping and diving in an innocent glide
The Milky Way spills in the galaxy
Hey, I want to eat that candy star

I am your black bunny
A rowdy sexy flag
If I show you my hip line it’s dangerous
At my wink signal, dive into my cleavage

Pure heart, go and violate my exposed skin
To the point that you can not be reborn
If you intensely struggle for it
The crying angel is, watch out, a demon