MarinaNova Asylum

[Kitty wastes no time getting started with today's exercise. She's more into practical applications than lectures most of the time.]

We've had some fun with hardware games. Today, we're playing network wars.

We'll take turns setting up private calls on the network to people in this class or outside of it and then breaking into those encrypted calls. Share notes. Discuss. Get better at both sides of it, and try to say something worth hacking into while you're at it.

(OOC: Tag into the mingle by setting up a call with someone. You can prearrange who that call will be with and thread it out or handwave it and just show your side of a conversation. Then people will hack/threadjack their way in. Please give people some idea of difficulty for how hard yours should be to hack. And, of course, you can always talk before and after class, outside of the exercise!

You can assume your character has been to this class many times before or it's their first time. You can talk to Kitty here.)

[Computer Lab; action]

[What do you do when you're blue and in prison all of a sudden? You look for Erik, perhaps, to start but otherwise keep a keen ear listening for useful information. Though the network's full of squabbling human voices by the sounds of it, Mystique's taken to combing through it after settling in at the Computer Lab in Sector Two. Earpiece on she's reclining in a chair with her long legs crossed and propped up on a desk; not exactly giving off approachable vibes but what do you expect from a naked blue mutant?]

[Elsewhere; action]

[If computer labs aren't your thing then you'll have plenty of other opportunities to see Mystique a little later in the day, as hard as she is to miss. She'll be scoping out the perimeter of the dome and it's buildings and 'sights'. Not without something akin to a sneer at most of it, but a mutant's got to eat when a mutant's got to eat.]

[Network]

[If you think you've heard a subtle click listening in on feeds in silence, or noticed someone trying to pick into your stronger encryptions, then you'd indeed be right. Not exactly all that familiar with the tech yet, tracks aren't exactly covered as she sates curiosity throughout the day.]

[ It's a sweltering hot day under the sea! Luckily the wardens have provided the necessary means to keep cool: whether you're sunbathing at the beach, sniping your fellow inmates with a fully loaded super soaker or just cooling off under a tree with a cold treat, this is the place to do it! ]


(( ooc: Mingle away! You are of course encouraged to make your own posts and mingles for this event, should you want to! Event information can be found over HERE! ))

[Ianto has, predictably, gone a bit overboard for the Christmas party he and Jack are throwing. The entire apartment has been decorated; there's a tree with gold and silver ornaments and twinkling lights, garlands draped over doorways, candles in every window and festive nicknacks scattered about. It looks like something out of a magazine, and may make visitors a little afraid to actually touch anything. There's also a lot of mistletoe around (one of the side effects of living with Captain Jack Harkness) so it's probably a good idea to keep one eye on the ceiling at all times.

Of course he's made plenty of coffee and some appetizers, so he hopes people really do respond to the invitation Jack sent out, otherwise there are going to be a hell of a lot of leftovers.]

[Baby it's cold outside! Raven's cheeks are still flushed pink though snowflakes have melted from her hair after coming inside. She's in a warm looking turtleneck and sporting a smile for the camera, long blond hair half-swept back. When she gives a little wave it's easy to see her nails are painted festive colors of rich red and dark green.]

Merry Christmas! The snow's so... refreshing, isn't it? I want to build a snowman. Has anyone built one yet? Anyone want to? It seems like so much fun.

[Private to Helix]

Hi. I wanted to... say thank you for y'know, training me. I have a gift for you and Aidan. [She scratches her nose, eyes slightly averted from the screen.] If you both don't mind.

[Private to Zelgadis]

... Hey. Happy Holidays. Are you busy tonight?

[Private to Spike]

Hey, you. Do vampires celebrate holidays?

[Amidst the otherwise lovely weather of the dome, there's quite the miniature storm brewing in the park. Lightning that seems to streak down from the top of the dome, gusts of abnormally strong wind, claps of thunder. But no rain, and the lightning looks, if you catch it just so, to be tinged with red. Clearly not a typical weather pattern.]

[Further investigation will show that there's a cloaked figure at the center of it all, the cause of it in fact, arms held aloft as he manipulates his spells. And what's he trying to do, exactly? Repeat a happy accident he had a few months ago with a summoning spell. Zelgadis is trying to get Saber back.]

[It's so obvious. How did he not think of this before? Maybe it was the transfer of prisons that woke him up, got Zelgadis thinking about Sentience's coup and all the sleeping people that couldn't be roused. If Saber went home, if he could be sure of that, no way would he be trying this. But if she's just in some other dimension, a no man's land, or floating in blackness...]

[He has to try. No matter how tired he feels thanks to the extended use of strong magic, no matter how his vision dots with black. She'd do no less for him.]

[Lightning flashes down from above and the wind kicks up in a short radius around his immediate area as Zelgadis pours his magic -- all of it -- into the summoning. He's already fading, but if it gets Saber back, if there's even a chance, he'll gladly drain himself completely.]

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((OOC: Anyone near the park will see the lightning show and may also be caught by a sudden, strong wind if you like! Please do not have your characters injured by the effects unless we chat OOCly first, but anything short of that is fair game! He might be a little out of it as he gets drained from the power restrictions.))

( Cut for feelsy Garcia-rambles )

I dunno about anyone else, but I could really use some cheering up. And now that we have access to ways to do that, I'm thinking good drinks and terrible karaoke. Or good karaoke if that's your thing.

Just come and keep me company and we'll finagle the details as we go.

[And after that, she'll be at Lyrical, flipping through classic songs from the Good Old Days and throwing back drinks with the sort of raw efficiency reserved for someone determined to kill a few choice brain cells. She'll be here all night, folks.]

[Eh, someone or another will help her home.]

[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.

[ Danger! Danger, Will Robinson! The dome is under attack and whether you like it or not, all inmates need to gather at the designated safe zones! Just follow the flashing lights and try not to go deaf from the blaring sirens.

And then? Then we wait and pray that the dome glass doesn't break. ]

(OOC: Links! Sector 1: Main Athletic Complex | Sector 2: The Education Center | Sector 3: Pa-Ching Arcade | Sector 4: The Movie Theater | Sector 5: The Museum

OOC Information | Veridical's announcement

[Caliborn is somewhere behind the recording apparatus of his communicator. All that is visible is a blank Sector 2 apartment wall.]

Have you buried yourself in some closet. Wrapped in a blanket. Hoping for the big scary monster to go away. Or maybe you've just distracted yourself? With some bullshit I probably don't care about. So don't share.

Then, hey.

Let. Me. Help.

[Now it's pointing out the window, soaking in a full view of the occasional bit of tentacle. The sounds are not too strong yet, but that's why Caliborn is a helper. His androgynous, sharply dramatic voice intones in time with the pounding.]

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

[And then he turns the camera around on himself, but only so that the lower half of his face is visible. The part with the lopsided and mean toothy grin, and the incoherently adorable red bowtie.]

How long. Until it breaks through. And we all die?

Do you think it will eat us. Or does it just. Want to taste. Your fear?

[Zelgadis didn't need to wait for dark, or to try calling, or to ask those bastards at the kiosk to know she was gone. The moment Saber vanished he just felt it, the connection he'd only barely noticed all these months dissolving as quick and bitter as salt in water. Removing his glove to find the command seals gone felt stupid really, the sort of sentimental formality someone like him shouldn't bother with, but of course he did it anyway.]

[Now he's sitting under a tree in the park, a full pack flopped carelessly beside him, his hood down for once to showcase his stone skin -- maybe waiting for the snide comment of a passerby to spark him into a fight, who knows. It had taken him longer to pack his belongings than he'd assumed; that'll teach him to accumulate junk. In the end he taken the essentials and left the rest as it lay, Saber's things untouched as if for a museum.]

[So that's that. Done, over. It was always just a matter of time.]

[That was the easy conclusion. Harder is what to do with himself now, without the search for a cure and without anything to fight against and without anyone he ever bothered to care about.]

[At least it's good weather. Sleeping outdoors won't be a problem.]

[Voice - Early afternoon]

I have to teach a class for a punishment, so in fifteen minutes I'm teaching a class on principles of beginner's magic. You won't learn how to blow anything up or how to fly or anything like that. It will probably be fairly dull. [He begrudgingly provides the room information. If it wasn't obvious enough by the words, his curt tone makes pretty clear that if no one showed up he would be ecstatic.]

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[Action - at the school]

((OOC: PLEASE READ the information below if you want your character to learn any spells. (And yes, according to the way magic works in Slayers they very well could, since no inherent magical ability is required for minor spells.) I have tried to be detailed in the IC lecture about how difficult/powerful these spells should be and what limits there might be, but questions are always welcome if you need further information.

I'm leaving some of this up to players' discretion -- but please note that according to the way this works in Slayers canon your character cannot take the info on minor spells Zelgadis gives them here and then "figure out" how to throw fireballs around -- or do anything else except marginally strengthen the specific spells he taught. They need the SPECIFIC spell words to cast anything else and Zel ain't giving them out.

Also, if you want to handwave your character's attendance even though they didn't tag in, please contact me to let me know or toss up a "handwaving" tag on here or something? Zel would ICly keep track of who he taught things to and keep a tiny eye on them.))

( So you want to learn magic. )

[Spike's words from the luau had lingered in her mind ever since he said them. What she looks like doesn't change the person she is. These were words she'd always hoped to believe in, but always fell short of being able to stay strong in her faith. But those troubling self-conscious feelings that normally plague her seem distant and faint today. Quite frankly, she couldn't feel more comfortable in her own skin today. Her real skin.

So it's with a smile on her lips that this feed starts, and she gently adjusts the lens to center herself in frame. Her dress is not the only blue thing in view, that's for sure.] So, Spike! You wanted to know.

[She spins a circle, flashing a white smile.] This is what I look like. Really look like.

So now you know. [As does everyone else.]


[OOC: Raven can also be encountered doing very normal things all across the dome today, from groceries shopping to a walk in the park. The only thing not-usual about her routine today is that she'll be doing it all while carelessly blue.]

[ 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! ]

You know, there's no real point in my pursuing the whole movie thing now that the guy who put me up to it is gone, but I'm gonna follow through. Besides, it's a good time killer.

We have no intention of making this thing any good, but anyone who wants to be in it come to the TV studio.

Peggy? Raven? Artemis? You guys come too. Just for fun.

[Private to his Double.]

So I'm thinking about recruiting that unicorn...

[Suddenly there is a voice breaking the silence—or not silence as the case may be—above you, and if you're wearing your communicator, you'll hear it in your ear too. It happens at the beginning of every day here and yet it's so strange it could be something out of a movie... dun dun dun!]

The sun, or what passes for it, is shining. The birds would be singing if we had birds in this sector. Such a lovely day. I think I'll name it 208.

We do have a punishment on our list today, but for Raven Darkholme's sake I will be very gentle about it.

Dirk Strider: Sex

See? Not a bit of mocking. As always, specifics will be sent to the communicator.

We also have one request today, that I've generously chosen to oblige. So have a tune on one of your generally tuneless days.

(OOC: MOVIE MIRAGE EVENT DETAILS! Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Mail submissions can be left HERE.)

It's day 206 for those of you keeping score. I do hope you enjoyed your holiday yesterday. Don't forget the stores are well stocked with an assortment of lip balms for those of you in need.

Unfortunately, some of you let your urges get out of hand. So there are punishments being sent to the communicators of:

William Pratt: Sex
Rose: Sex
Zelgadis Greywars: Sex and property damage
Saber: Sex and property damage

It seems some of you like it rougher than others. Enjoy your new wristbands. They go with everything.

Since you all frolicked about yesterday, I suppose you won't mind some rain today. It will be light and sporadic in the morning, but a bit heavy around noon, tapering off into the evening.

[Wherever you go, there they are—sneaky and hidden and biding their time, waiting until they find you all two by two, and then closing in. Happy Mistletoe Day!]

(OOC: Read this for all the details.)

[If it weren't for Aidan, Helix may never have come outside today at all. But injured boyfriends are very convincing when it comes to going grocery shopping with a bum wrist… that was pretty much his fault. Also, don't be fooled, Helix hides his injuries well, but he got into a scuffle too, he might walk with a slight limp.

So you can catch Helix in sectors 4, 2 or 0 and probably some places between? (If you want to plot elsewhere I'm cool with that)]

((ooc: I am totally up for anyone and everyone tagging Helix, even if it's for non-smoochie times. State if you want a megabot in the title line thanks!))

((OOC: In lieu of spamming with posts for all 8 of my characters for kissing purposes, I'm putting up prompts for them all on this one action post! Links are below I may tag around in other posts/the mingle too, but if you want any of mine for the event PLEASE PLEASE DO TAG! I want every single tag for this event!

I don't care if they haven't met yet! Absolutely do not be shy! Also, if anyone wants to call my kids on the network or do non-kiss threads, just indicate such and I'm happy to! Threads can take place at any point in the dayweek, and almost anywhere in the dome.

Links:
+ Lacus Clyne: Everyday walking around prompt | Hot springs prompt for the adventurous~
+ Zelgadis Greywars
+ Cross Marian
+ Penelope Garcia
+ Komui Lee
+ Tony Stark
+ Saya Otonashi
+ Michael Westen))