MarinaNova Asylum

[Video | Filtered to the Defense Force & incoming members]
Yes, I'm feeling better, thanks for asking. [What? No. That being wasp-stung thing wasn't embarrassing at all.]

Team adjustment with the land of the lost open. [Business time.] My team is going to cover Sector 6 and Buffy is going to lead a new Sector 5 team. Patrols and dispatch are thin right now. We're working on interviewing the interested and skilled and getting them into our ranks. Until they're beefed up, just call in reinforcements as needed.

Now you can just...stop watching the network and that would be fine. [Because she is opening up the filter.]

[Video | Open]
[She adjusts the device to have a wider angle and sets it down before stepping into the shot. She stands there a moment before dancing. Yes, dancing for everyone. She's actually very good at it. See, once upon a time Kitty had a very different kind of life. The routine is an old one she did years ago, and has modified. It's a combination of ballet and more contemporary moves with high energy. One of her punishments was an open performance and this should cover it. After a few minutes which included some pretty acrobatic moves that might look more like fighting than dance, she finishes and walks back to the device.]

Sorry, no tutu.

[Private to Morgan]
So, thanks.

(OOC: Action is open too if you'd prefer to run into her or catch the dance in person.)

[Rion's just finished up one of his last appointments for detox. there's still headaches and some headfogginess, but a lot of the feverishness and aches have gone away. so hurrah, progress. but Rion can't say he's exactly feeling good about the whole thing. not that detoxing is bad—he's glad to be cleansing himself as best he can, but that isn't helping his many other underlying issues.

even with many of the drugs out of his system, his footfall still feels heavy, resonating a hollowness inside himself with every step.

he opens the door to his house, and drags his feet inside. he pauses, lifting his head. he left the lights off when he left, but they're on.

cautious, Rion proceeds, thankfully lifted from his funk with the distraction of paranoia.]

Hello?

[ First, the video, locked to Jane Crocker and Jake English. She's... obviously kind of definitely tipsy, if not a teeny bit drunk. Looks like someone found one of the places that serves alcohol. ]

HAAAAAAAY, crazy kids, there is glitter chalk out here! It's awesome! Come deface shit with me!

[ She blows a kiss and cuts the feed. Hopefully she's outside either the old apartment or the new one... ]


[ And, for the rest of Marina, outside one of the apartment buildings, having commandeered two buckets of chalk (just in case), there is a slightly drunk 15-year-old blonde girl drawing wizards and strange-looking kittens all over the sidewalk. There has been heavy use of glitter chalk in this art, and it's already smudged all over her.

She's friendly! Come join her in non-permanently defacing her surroundings! ]

We're all in prison, which means we're all filthy, vile criminals. So I'm curious, everyone.

What did you do? What is it that made the wardens believe you deserve to be locked away in an inverted aquarium for the rest of your natural life? Please note that if you're just gonna say "I didn't do anything" or "They made it all up", I'm not interested in hearing it. You're surrounded by other criminals, no one gives a damn. Either answer or don't, it's up to you, but don't respond with bullshit prevarication.

Since it'd be hells of rude to ask without providing an answer of my own, here's what I'm in for: ( Cut for length and Homestuck spoilers. )

Well? I showed you mine, now show me yours.

I think it's a given that most of us hate it here. I know I do. [her tone turns coy, innocent, like how any girl her age would sound if she weren't a psychotic, murdering little she-devil.]

If you could, would you want to see your home once more? Even if it's only for a minute? Or...even if you have to give up something to see it?

...I can't say that I feel especially at rest, in this place. It seems to do its best to make you feel at ease, but with its flaunts of instability, it really feels like something worse could happen just as easily. The climate control could fail, or worse, the oxygen supply, and then we'd all die in darkness, deep where no one would know that we were ever gone in the first place.

[GUESS WHO IS A BIG RAY OF SUNSHINE AS USUAL]

The thought should scare me a little more... but I guess I don't really see the point in being afraid, anymore.

I've begun a detox treatment at the hospital with the permission of the wardens here. With the detox, the withdrawal shouldn't hurt so much and make me so sick. Once I get over the withdrawal, I'm over the addiction... That's what they said.

...I'm grateful, but...I'm also so nervous. I don't know why. I did escape from a hospital when I was first created—but it feels like that isn't it. Like it's more than that. Deeper, somewhere I can't see inside myself. Maybe I just don't trust that I can get better. Or that they can make me better.

I don't like the machines—I don't like it when they administer the treatment...

[he idly holds his neck, dark blue eyes becoming distant; he looks to be pensive, as if in a memory, but the recollection isn't there despite how he tries.]

[he seems to come back from that a little bit, more attentive to his broadcast.] But... I'm already starting to feel better, so maybe I should just bear through it.

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 179 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm with scattered clouds ].

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking the [ facility rules ]. Full details of their punishment will be transmitted to their devices shortly.

Cain: Hacking.

There are currently [ no ] pending requests.

Have a nice day and good luck with your continued rehabilitation.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! )

[ hello Marina, please say hello to a very distraught looking robot on your video feed. A very distraught, disgusted, and loud robot on your video feed ]

You... You're all serious about this?!!?

Now, now you're tellin' me, that you, as in those who ... alright fine you all know who I'm talkin' to, you know, deep inside of yer hearts, pumpin' blood throughout your squishy little bodies. You know exactly who you are and... and you should be ashamed of yourselves considerin' the fact... that... that yer-- you're tellin' me that you... you put those... THERE?!

There.... there isn't a need why... why would you ever consider that... in... your... y.. I don't even want to think about it. You're serious about this then? Why would you even want to do that those... those don't belong there nothing belongs there...

You're... You're all disgusting!!

[ This house arrest thing is actually starting to get on Dirk's nerves. Sure, it's qualitatively not that different from how he'd lived prior to arriving in Marina. Just with fewer robots to tinker with. And fewer friends to talk to. And with a sinister plot to unravel that he can't even begin to get at while he's locked up in this little apartment.

So... okay, it's actually pretty different.

At least the food's better.

And he's always got the headset to harass people with. ]

Scheduling a display on fucking vibrators while I'm locked up inside? It's like you know just how to break a guy's heart, wardens.

[ Private to PM ]

Were you serious about that offer to come by? I don't have much around here to entertain guests with, and if you're busy I don't want to inconvenience you, but if you did want to I'm not gonna say no.

[ Because he's just not going to admit that it would actually be nice to see someone in person. He... actually hasn't talked to anyone face to face since he's arrived. ]

...................Uu...

[It's been a while, certainly, since one pureblood vampire has appeared on the network. Ever since the move, Yuuki's been rather quiet. Her large brown eyes pop up within the screen, tears wetly clinging to her lashes while her bottom lip trembles. Her short hair sways from side to side as she shakes her head, gaze wide and innocent and hurt, like that of a kicked puppy.]

Yuuri-kun, how could you?

[Lifting a hand, an empty custard cup comes into view, a spoon still sitting in it with a little note attached to the side. 'Property of Yuuki' is written across it in Japanese. The tragedy is clear.]

I know it was you! My name was even written in kanji there's no way you could mistake it!

[She really really wanted to eat that custard!! Her fist crumples the empty bowl, before her opposite hand lifts to point at the screen in accusation.]

You're not getting away with it this time-!!

[ON THE MOVE. Just you wait, you snack thief...!]

[His frequency remains on even after his call and either he doesn't seem to notice or just doesn't care. He's not really thinking about the fact people can and will hear him. They didn’t listen to him when he talked to himself back home after all. To be perfectly honest he’s not really expecting anyone to answer him either. It’s been awhile since he just spoke his thoughts out loud, sometimes he just can't care enough to keep it all inside or to worry about who hears him. In the distance you can hear the clock tower chiming from wherever he is. You get the impression that it’s somewhere high.]

This place is frustrating… but I can’t sleep no matter where I go. These thoughts keep racing in my head, keeping me awake at night.

[Someone tried to stay in sector 5 away from the more populated areas as a way to protect people from himself as well as to have privacy. Some may have seen him trying to sleep on a pew in the nondenominational prayer facility or at least hanging around there. Needless to say what stuff he had started to gather was now gone.]

[someone sure is in the hospital, maybe for the day. his head is wrapped up tight in gauze, but he otherwise looks okay. his index and middle finger on his right hand are also splinted, for now.]

...For anyone who had to see what happened yesterday: I'm okay—no one needed to see that broadcast. Sorry to those of you who had to see it, and...thanks to those of you who did whatever you did to bring me to the hospital... I'm sorry to have troubled you.

[the video feed cuts—
( private to Cain; impossible to hack )

((OOC: This call is made at the end of this thread -- warnings for violence and some blood!))

I need help. [ The boy is still trying to catch his breath, but he sounds more angry than panicked. (He is a good actor, sometimes.) ] This guy got beat up... he looks pretty bad. I don't wanna move him. I'm not a doctor.

[ Pant pant... oh, people should probably know where he is, huh? ] I'm in Sector —damn, which one is this?— ...sector 3. Baths. Someone bring... I dunno, stretcher, medic, healer whatever, just do it fast!

I'll wait outside. Can't miss me. [ Not with his spiky hair and disheveled clothes. He's been tossed around a bit, but he's fine. Especially compared to Rion. He probably shouldn't just leave him unattended, but he doesn't know first aid of this caliber, he has no supplies, and he knows better than to move someone who's had their head nearly smashed in.

So Touma will just stand outside the bathhouse, hands on his knees, and flag down anyone who passes by whether or not they look like they could help, with a "Hey! Over here!" ]

[He knew Rion would be here in Sector 3 cleaning the public showers. So he laid in wait. He had to make sure Rion was tired, and weak, and would put up the least amount of fight as possible. He had no powers, so this would have to be the best he could do.]

[[ooc; Threads are now open. You can respond to the video broadcast Cain made, and he'll get back to you when he's sufficiently relocated, or you can just drop general reactions, if you want. Warnings for possibly gratuitous violence.]]

Hellooo everyone~
Remember me? I was here from the old prison. Did everyone make it over alright to this new place?
I hope so.

[Birdman is all half-lidded eyes and smiles and also no top half of the jumpsuit on so this is a little weird. Every bone in his midsection seems to be jutting out like it could leap out from his sallow skin and escape at any second.]

Anyway, I'm not usually one to pop up like this unannounced, but I've had some extra family drop in recently and I feel like I need to do a little preemptive damage control before stuff gets messy.

We've got a new kid in calling himself 'Rion.' That's not actually his name, but that's what he wants to be called, so just humor him for now. He's one of my little brothers; Cain's another. Rion and Cain are identical twins, and they've both got.
Uh.
[He scratches at the side of his neck.]
Some issues.
Maybe it's a twin thing. I don't know.

Rion has some problem with lying, but he means well. He's a good kid. I don't think he can really help it right now, but I'm hoping that maybe time here will help him shape up.
So please keep an eye out for him, okay?

And if anybody's got any questions, I'd be happy to try and set the record straight as best as I can.

[Award-winning smile. His teeth don't seem to sit right in his face.]

[There's a very small white fuzzy animal wearing a tiny orange jumpsuit on your communicators now.]

[His location is obscured by very carefully-chosen lighting and placement.] Ah-ha, it looks like a lot of things have changed!

Based on the nature of today's commotion, it seems like some of you have been here for a while. Meaning that I've been gone! Will anyone tell me what I've missed since Sentience's reinstatement?

[QB shifts his weight so that he can scratch behind his ears with a hindpaw.] And please don't waste your time with banal questions. I am not a cat or a rabbit.

[a feed flickers on to reveal what’s probably a familiar face--like Cain’s, but with hair that appears to be cared for, and for those of you who are observant enough to be detailed oriented, he has blue eyes as opposed to green.

he’s glowering, looking so unamused that he’s scathing, head tilted downwards as his eyes are rolled up towards the camera.]

Hello.

My name is Rion Steiner. Apparently, some of you have heard of me from Cain—the one who looks just like me. I’m... [he seems to start over.] Everything he's said... isn't true. I'm not like him.

[Rion is apparently struggling. visibly. his palm is on his forehead, now--he looks pensive, eyes aimlessly staring somewhere at the floor. he appears stressed. it's been one thing after the other. he isn't supposed to be here. not with them. not anywhere.]

...Birdman and Cain... don't trust them. Birdman especially—don't be fooled by him. I've seen their correspondences, and he isn't what he appears.

[he seems to recover a little, but damn if he doesn't still look pissed.]

I'm not slandering their names in turn for what Cain has said about me—I don't care about what you think of them—but for your own good, just stay away from them.

As for your opinion of me... whether you think I'm a murderer or exactly as terrible as Cain says, I don't care.

Just know that I am not like them...