MarinaNova Asylum

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One. hundred. days.

[ Each word is punctuated, as Reki looks into the feed, incredulous. ]

I'd ask what's going on, but I'm not too sure I want to know...

[ Reki needs her bearings. Looking through the communicator made her tense, and to say that the lack of familiar names and faces "troubled" her is an understatement. But she manages well enough to only show mild annoyance -- a typical day in Marina. ]

Has this happened to anyone yet? No memory of 100 days? I think I might need some explanation.

[ She might have an idea already, but she's here hoping that what she's fearing is wrong, that it truly is a typical day in Marina, that she isn't left behind again. ]


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[ Reki's at the bar of the Devil's Compass -- a half-consumed drink to her right, communicator to the left but within reach, and an ashtray with a gradual growing pile of cigarettes. She's puffing through another stick, looking towards the door at the slightest sound.

Might be the cigarette smoke, might be the light that are mixed with her hopes to see a familiar face, and thus she ends up looking at anyone coming in, an unspoken and friendly "Hey!" in her eyes --

Is it truly a familiar face, or a new one she ends up looking at long enough? ]


(( OOC: I apologize in advance for my slow as I'm in GMT+8, but I'll do my best to make a.c.-worthy threads! ))

[Robin looks very, very serious. As if he's about to give Marina some really bad news.]

The time has come to reveal my biggest, deepest, darkest secret. I just hope you'll still want to be friends with me once you know.

[He takes a deep breath.]

I'm a mathlete. [With mock-drama:] I know, I know! But I can't help what I am.

Just try to resist the urge to shove me into lockers and steal my lunch money.


[Private to Sector 4 team awesome]

[This time, he does look actually somewhat serious.]

I think Robin and Batgirl are gone. I haven't heard from them in awhile.

Hey. I've got a question for all of you!

[Goodness, it really had been a while since she last talked to everyone on the network like this, huh? Well, whatever. In the end that didn't matter. Right?]

We've got people from all kinds of worlds, right? So that means there's got to be all kinds of different foods and recipes too, and I want to know what they are! The more unique the better.

[After all, why read a cookbook when she could get information from the source?]

I'm ready to copy it down, so just start telling me already if you're going to share.

[She even had a pen and pad of paper out! So prepared.

...Oh, and please pay no attention to the fact that she also asked about food the last time she addressed the network like this. By which I mean do it. Do it do it do it.]

[Rebekah's been out doing some retail therapy, now that the streets seem to be safe to do so again.

But she's going to turn on her communicator in the middle of doing so, a pile of clothing showing up in the background, being placed in bags for her.]

So the freaky bugs and all that, is that just another one of the perks I can look forward to now that I've been imprisoned? It's good to know, I suppose, for reference if nothing else.

[Because unless those stingers are made of white oak, she's not so worried, honestly.]

At least it adds excitement, I suppose, if nothing else. People certainly did panic.

And some fought back.

Tell me, what happens if someone doesn't do their punishments for their crimes? What happens to them?

[She's curious, alright?

And with that, she'll be closing up the feed.]

VIDEO

[To put it bluntly: Zatanna isn't looking so good this morning.]

[She's quiet. Her face is paler than usual, with a forlorn expression. Sitting up in her hospital bed, surrounded by an assortment of arts and crafts materials. Yet, despite the exhaustion plaguing her, she somehow still manages to expertly work her fingers into creating a lovely dream catcher.  Focusing intently on her task.]

[There are already four others behind her. Fashioned exactly as one might expect to see in any home crafts store, save for one noticeable exception: they're glowing.]

[Even as the camera rolls, Zatanna finishes up #5, murmuring a soft spell under her breath as she waves a hand over it. It begins to glow as well. Only then does she look up.]

So, one of my four completely unfair punishments--[she could give a damn if you're listening right now, Veridical]--is to create Dream Catchers.

If anybody wants one, let me know. They really work; I made sure of it.




ACTION

[Zatanna will be spending most of the morning in her hospital room, focusing all her attention on her creations. However, the more she creates...the more magic she uses...the weaker she becomes. Almost as if she's purposely trying to drain herself again.]

[ One might spot a short boy in a charcoal grey hoody and jeans darting through Sector 2 today towards the Education center. He's got his hood pulled tightly over his head as he ducks under the main overhang leading into the front of the building. He finally pulls the hood back and shakes some of the moisture out of his feathers, though his shoulders are damp with moisture from walking around without an umbrella. He lights up and has a quick smoke outside before heading in. One might hear the squeaking of sneakers as he wanders through the hall towards the music room.]

((ooc: Pinging Bruce Banner, but anyone is welcome to catch him out and about in Sector 2 or at the Education Center. He can be seen at the Library, the Computer Lab, The Squeeze or the Bistro for most of the day or coming and going from the Streamline Complexes. He can also be seen taking smoke breaks under any sort of overhang away from the rain.))

[Jane's wandering around the Dome, visiting Sector 2, but also making inroads into the other sectors, even though is is raining, much to her disgust. She hates rain, but the desire to explore was stronger than her dislike of rain.]

[ if you've seen any of the fliers that Soubi had taken the liberty of posting over the last few days, then you know that Marina Nova's first art class is being held outdoors at Quatro Park in Sector 4. Soubi has an assistant, today--Reki's come along to join him, and will be helping out during class.

if you still have your sketch books from classes at Marina, then Soubi lets you know that you're free to use them--and if not, then he has fresh ones on hand. there is a table set up and piled with various media: colored pencils, chalk, pastels, and even some paints. the supplies are there to be experimented with, and they're for anyone's use.

the focus of today's class is color.

Soubi's made up some color wheels, and you all get one. he talks about analogous colors and complementary colors, and how colors behave in context--what colors make others seem brighter, and how color can even make a shape appear larger or smaller, depending on its use. he has everyone draw a red square against five different background colors--black, white, orange, light blue, and green--and points out how differently the red behaves with each of them.

and with theory out of the way, he sets everyone free to do as they like. the park is colorful enough to provide some inspiration. both he and Reki will be around, so feel free to speak with either of them, and talk among yourselves. ]

(ooc: i wanted to get this post up before the end of the week--but unfortunately, i won't have internet again until late on monday. so apologies if tags are slow and/or nonexistent until then! )

Hey, everybody!

[ You can't see it, but he's totally waving. :D ]

What's your name?


[ Yep. That's it. Your name, Li wants it. All bazillion of you. ]

[ First things first: queue the music. Then proceed to witness how to fail at network settings.

See, the thing about FROTHING RAGE while trying to chase a roiling basketball-sized robot along the corridors of the Education Center is that one's fingers might just not be stable enough to press the right buttons -- ]

OI LYLE!!

[ -- and/or utter sounds that are supposed to be names that might not be recognized by the communicator. The footage shows a green haro rolling and flapping at points to make a turn. ]

Tell your damn robot to give me my smokes back! Damn it, I turn around one minute --

[ And Frederick's tinny voice cuts her off as he flaps in righteous indignation. ]

Smoking! Bad for health! Bad for health!

Don't tell me what to do with my lungs, you little-- !!

[ And the chase is on! The footage goes for a minute or so until Reki realizes her accidental broadcast, makes a "tch!" sound and cuts the feed. ]


(( OOC: Call out/laugh at Reki on her fail and get Frederick's input! Please indicate on the subject line or anywhere in your tag if you want Frederick to respond as well X3 ))
 

[Video]

[Oh look, it's a Robin hanging out in the library. How unexpected.]

Acumen, noun: "the ability to make good judgements and quick decisions." Sentience, noun: "having the quality of being sentient." Conscienti, Latin: the root word of "conscientiousness." Veridical, adjective: "Truthfulness, seeing reality for what it is."

Has anyone else ever wondered about the wardens' names? I mean, whoever made these prisons could've named them Bob or Hal or anything else. It wouldn't make a difference in the end. But there's something about the wardens' names that makes me feel like maybe there's more to it. Hints about the wardens' programming? Their way of thinking? I can't put my finger on it but it feels important.

Speaking of important, am I the only one mildly alarmed by the loud scratching coming from that walled-off sector? Because it doesn't exactly sound like it's holding back an army of adorable, cuddly puppies.


[Private video + action for the Sector 4 patrol team]

Hey, guys. It's time for our first team meeting. I'll be at the Athletic Complex in Sector 1 in two hours; think you guys can be there by then?

[Whenever the team shows up, Robin will be there as promised! It looks like he's setting up for sparring but there's also a cluster of chairs-- so it'll be a meeting and a teambuilding exercise.]

[ Sup Marina. It seem Ashton is getting used to living here, but there are still some parts of daily life that he has to get adjusted to! So he is coming to you over this audio call with a very important request...

While still dressed in that godawful orange jumpsuit. Yes, he's been wearing it a few days now. No, it doesn't bother him, because he's certainly gone on longer without changing clothes. At least he bathed! He's not a barbarian. Wrong Class.

He also doesn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he's showing on the feed, dragon necks coming out of his back and all. ] I never realized before how inconvenient it is to have just one outfit. A limited selection is fine for traveling, when carrying a light load is ideal. [ Quieter. ] Even then you really need to visit streams often or things are going to start smelling really bad...

[ Anyway... ]

But here? With these fancy machines making laundry a cinch, it would be nice to have some options.

I just, uh... that is. [ The young man clears his throat, and if you listen close, you can hear grumbling in the background. ] I would need some help from a tailor or two so that I can have some shirts that actually fit. I can tear and fix them on my own — I've got at least that much skill — but I want them to look like they were made for me!

My only problem is payment. I can't work my old job here. It is impossible to be a hired sword without swords! So... since there's no currency, you would have to let me know how I could make it up to you. I don't have a lot of other skills, but maybe we could come to some kind of arrangement? Thank you in advance for your consideration!

[ There is some kind of growling from one of the dragon heads. ] ——oh! Right! And my name is Ashton. Ashton Anchors. Please let me know as soon as you can if you can help me. [ The young man waves to the camera. ] Thank you!


((OOC: Changed up the post format from voice to video since it first went up. o/ ))

[Since he was going to teaching again, Lyle decided to distract himself today by going to the educational center to look around. Of course the haros were getting bored so he had brought them along as well. So Frederick and Thomas are with him to explore the new educational facility. Thomas is under one arm as Frederick rolls along ahead of him, stopping periodically to make sure Lyle is still behind him. Lyle isn't particularly looking for anything, just wanting to see how it is laid out]

[ooc: Come find Lyle and/or Frederick in the Educational Center, just let me know if your character found just Frederick. Both haros can be interacted with. Frederick is green and Thomas is blue]

[It's party time, excellent! The festivities are at Lyrical, the karaoke bar in the third sector. Come sing, come delicious eat food made by the hostess and Elena and Rogue. But mostly, come to drink and be social.

EVERYONE'S INVITED. So post your threads and comment around! This party is about getting know everyone who comes!]

Hello everyone,

For those of you who don't know me, I'm Euphemia or Euphie, and I wanted to talk to you all about the school and the welcoming committee now that we've had a little bit of time to adjust to these new surroundings and situation. [She smiles softly, knowing all too well how big a shock all of this was. She felt it herself.]

[School]
I have spoken to the wardens, and I want you to know they do support education and organizations, so the school will continue. We have lost several classes [teachers] over the last couple of weeks, so please let me know if you are interested in hosting a class. It's all right if you don't have prior experience!

Some of the classes that we've had in the past or people have expressed interest in which we're looking for especially are mathematics, science, cooking, literature, various languages especially English and Japanese, and philosophy. Of course anything is welcome.

To our current staff, please resume your schedule as soon as you feel able, and if you want to make any changes let me know so I can update our catalog. If anyone has experience or the desire to help oversee the school, please let me know. I think it's best when we have a headmaster.

If anyone needs a catalog, let me know, and I'll have it sent to you.

[Welcoming Committee]
As for the welcome baskets, the wardens would rather not place them with new arrivals as Sentience had done. Instead, I'm pleased to say PM will deliver them through the Post Office. They will arrive a little later, but I think they'll still be helpful. Please let me know if you're interested in helping to prepare them.

For now they won't have the brochure since so much has changed, and it's still changing as we learn about this place. I don't want to provide anyone with incorrect information. Hopefully we can include it again soon.

I think that's everything. Please let me know what you think and if you'd like to help with anything.

(OOC: Add a class. See current school schedule. Add a school-related organization. More on the school. More on Welcome Baskets.)

[Welcome to Sector 0, home of the request kiosk, various facility buildings, and a wide array of street food stands.

Also, today only, it features a bright red photo booth. Just slip behind the curtain, press the button, and smile pretty for the snapshots it will take of you and whomever or whatever else you pull in with you. The photos will process and print inside the machine and spit out a strip of four photos for you to keep.

Take a picture. It will last longer...]


(OOC: Threads can take place any time of day, anywhere in Sector 0.)

[ What comes on over the audio is nothing but noise at first. Someone or something is grappling with the communicator. Fingernails perhaps? There is also the incoherent shouting of a male voice that might be familiar to some, but with the way the audio receptors are being abused, it will be hard to make out many words at all. ]

—sto——reaking i——ut it out!

[ Most rustling and... was that a growl? Maybe the rush of air. ] —ere! Thank you. I think I can work this by myself.

[ The young man sighs, and there is one final bit of noise as he slip the device on over an ear. ] Okay. Is it on? I think it's on. This looks different.

[ He clears his throat and takes a deep breath. His attempt is to sound braver than he feels and certainly less seasick than he should be. ] Excuse me! Whoever can hear me, I'm... I'm looking for some friends! They're very important to me, so if there is anywhere I can ask about them, can you please point me the way? I think I saw a map? Maybe if I—

[ Click.

No, Ashton. That was not the right button. Way to fail. ]

[Rogue has settled in as much as is possible considering their circumstances. She's got a little apartment and her things have been gathered. She's gathered up a few more things as well just to make her place more comfortable. It's the first time she's ever had a place of her own like this and she should be excited but she's still a little worried for all the people she hasn't seen yet. The arrival of the new prisoners have only made searching for her friends more difficult.

To avoid a fit of emo, she decides to just go ahead and try to get a roll call, even if it's through another person. She flips on her video and smiles a bit awkwardly at it.]

I know everybody is still sorta settlin' in and makin' the new guys feel comfortable, but I ain't seen some of my friends yet. I was sorta wonderin' if anyone else had so if you've seen Oz, Peter Parker, Spiderman, Gabriel, or Kaylee 'round I'd be awful grateful if you'd let me know.

If you boys and Kaylee are hangin' 'round out there and ain't sayin' hello, shame on you for worryin' a girl.

If anyone's wonderin', I didn't bleach my hair blonde. [Might as well get that out of the way while she's on this thing.]

video

[There is a very angry Meister over the network]

So that piece of junk AI tells me its irrelevant that it has fucking lost people! That's a load of bull! How the hell can those computers tell me "not to be alarmed" when they just get rid of my brother and fiancee?! Two people I care about and I have to fucking lose them twice! Damn it!

That is bullshit! Stupid piece of --
[Connection cuts off]

action

[Lyle is standing by the convenience store. Guess what he's found. Cigarettes! And at the moment he doesn't care if he had been quitting. The move causing him to lose the people he cares about has him so angry that he really doesn't care and he's going to smoke again. He's practically glaring at the wall as though it had been the cause of his problems]

[ from one prison to another. if rachel were here, she'd suggest they sing about it. ridiculous, but during her time in glee club, quinn's found that often, singing about it does actually help. if only because it gives her something else to focus on other than what was eating at her. like being tossed into some alien, otherworldly prison, only to be moved to another one and treated like some common criminal.

thus, she can be found singing as she sifts through the pile of belongings on a quest for her iphone. ]

♪ I hear the train a comin', it's rollin' round the bend.
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when.
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison, and time keeps draggin' on.
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to San Antone... ♪