MarinaNova Asylum

[the feed flickers on and Painwheel's awkwardly rubbing at her bicep, looking away from the camera for a moment as she's momentarily seized by anxiety. it's a little bit of a touchy subject that she's attempting to breach, and it shows.

she does lift her head properly before too long, making proper eye contact with whoever's viewing the feed.]

I've been doing some thinking.

[she pauses and lifts her dry, chapped fingertips to touch the rough leather of her mask.]

About my mask.

[a dead, black fingernail snags a stitch, catching and pausing.]

I've‐been afraid this whole time, and I didn't know why. But I think I understand now. I think I might take it off after all.

Alright, I remember bein' here, but first off, I thought it was a frickin' dream, and second off, that time you hadn't taken all my shit.

This frickin' ankle thing better be removable.

Are you freaking kidding me? Seriously? This place gets uglier every single time I see it.

~Ooh, look at me, I'm the big bad prison warden and I can time travel and kidnap people from any dimension I want. I know! I'll put shackles and chains on 'em, that'll teach 'em! Why don't you just get the fucking rack out while you're at it, huh? A few thumbscrews maybe, an iron maiden, just your thing, right?

[could be good for stress relief, actually. VOLUNTEERS?]

And if you were really smart, you'd know I can't wear orange with red. hair. Would it have killed you to make it purple or something?

((with memories from marinasylum like a million years ago lalala))

[Revive had camped out in the library looking up some information. The topic varies as he finds different spots in the library. But he is rather intensely reading seemingly distracted, but he is actually paying complete attention to those around him. He's as much curious about the books as he is about those who could be moving through the library, especially since the new arrivals are here today]

[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.]

[ 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! )

[At first, one might assume PM sounds perfectly calm. But if the listener has a good ear, they may pick up that it is that razor-thin sort of calm that comes from being in a lot of pain, and possibly shock.]

Greetings. This is PM. We have a post office again. [A pause.] It is in Sector 2, but it will not be ready for business until tomorrow.

[There's another pause.] Does anyone know where the hospital is located?

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[OOC: Jack Noir caught her unprepared and was completely gross in her general direction. Violence and eye gore warning for the linked thread.]

[ 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. ]

Good day, Marina-- or, I suppose, Marina Nova. I hope everyone is adjusting as well as can be expected. We've suffered some tremendous losses [herself very much included,] but I am certain we will be able to manage things as well as possible.

With regards to the Defense Force -- with Suzaku Kururugi among those lost, and the Wardens confirming for me that weapons and life sign monitoring are no longer available -- I would like to make a proposal. [and she's going to make it openly, so anyone can weigh in... trolls she can handle, and it's worth the risk to give everyone a chance to speak.]

Although I believed strongly in Suzaku and what he did with the Force, there was something troubling me. In some cases, members' primary motivation for joining was to obtain a weapon. And while I know for a fact that Suzaku would not admit anyone who was not suitable, it nonetheless seems as though such a team should have members whose primary reason for joining is belief in its purpose. And further, I believe that the invasion of privacy that the former Defense Force utilized for monitoring life signs made inmates uneasy. I know I had my own questions about such methodology, but it was not my team and thus not my place to debate what was in place.

However, now that many things have begun anew, I am wondering if there are those among us who believe strongly enough in protecting others that they would agree to do so without the promise of a weapon, or any such personal gain. A new leader would need to be elected, and I would be happy to oversee the process if the potential members would like. Any and all proposals will be considered.

With regards to weaponry and special abilities for those who would use them in defense of themselves or others, that is a battle that I will continue to fight with the Wardens, regardless of whether there is a formal Defense Force. I believe in our members, and all of you will have my full support regardless of the status of the organization as a whole.

[You're in a new prison and free!

Well, free to look around anyway. Maybe you'll pick your pet up from the pet cafe or search the pile for your personal items before someone else gets to them first. You could be inspecting the barrier around sector six. Did you just hear something scratching it from the other side? Maybe you want to find the nearest clothing store and upgrade from prisoner-chic to something a little more you. Maybe you appeared somewhere awkward and could use a hand with that. It could be you're just wandering around, familiarizing yourself with the new space.

Whatever it is, you're welcome to do it here.]