MarinaNova Asylum

[A bump. the feed flickering on to the sound of an alarm clock that blasts across the network. Through the side of the screen a lump stirs beneath a pile of thick blankets, while a hand reaches blindly out to grope for the offensive device beside the comm. Fingers miss, though, and instead circle around the device.

Sleepy-eyed and groggy, a short haired brunette finally emerges from the cocoon of warmth. Hair in disarray Yuuki rubs her eyes, entirely dazed. A wide yawn reveals the sharp point of her fangs glinting dangerously in the dim light of the room. Even with thick curtains, it doesn't keep all the daylight from her sneaking through the window.

For a moment, she blindly fiddles with the device, turning it around in her hand a couple times, before she realizes that the alarm wont shut off. Eyes cracking, she blurring stares down at the camera in confusion, before slow understanding dawns.]

... It's too early for this.

[With a thump, she collapses back into her pillow, one hand reaching out to slam the off button on her true alarm clock. For a moment, there's nothing, before she groans into her sheets.]

I hate waking up.

(ooc: Backdated just a little earlier in the day, but not much)

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?

( Searching for the feeling of reality )

[Voice]

If we are so replaceable here, it is questionable about whether our lives hold the same weight here as they might elsewhere. Do your worlds value life? Are only some lives sacred and worth protecting? I want to understand this.

[ action ]

Today there is a scene laid out in the amphitheater.

The wall has been defaced with red chalk: his Honorable Tyranny is drawn there. The stage has been drawn on as well: an aisle is outlined and angled, messy drawing of benches are placed on either side. A number of stools have been placed by the judge of this courtblock and on each stool and each drawing of a bench there are hastily sewn dragon dolls.

Terezi and her scalemates are playing a game.

( TL;DR )


[ video ]

[ Terezi is in a tree. It is very high up. She is sure to point the camera down: showing everyone just how high. The camera turns to focus on her hands, in which a purple dragon toy is clutched. Around its neck is a noose. She laughs. ]

Today, you-- yes, you!-- are witness to the formalized execution of a Mr Raisincloak. His crimes are severe-- possession and trafficking of a highly potent, highly illegal drug-- and so his punishment will be just. With no further ado, I present to everyone: Marina Nova's very first necktie party.

[ She tosses the toy off of the branch and lets it hang. The camera follows the motion and clicks off after a good, long moment of it swinging around. The picture is set to Terezi's laughter. ]

[It's been a few days since you've seen this ugly mug out and about, haven't you, Marina? They're irritably wandering throughout all sectors in the dome today, and eventually, they'll be bored enough to turn the video on so they can scowl at the screen for a moment or two.]

Amphibian life? Bah! We don't think we've heard of anything so dull... It could only be worse if it was about spiders. [Pointed jab at you, Parker, they know you'll be listening.]

We can't remember the last time we've been this bored. [And a bored Venom is a dangerous Venom.] What do they expect us to do for the rest of our lives?

... Let it just be said that the General barking up trees for fights just now? Not a shining example of the Black Order as a whole. Not that the others are much of anything either...

So ah, yeah. Just disregard him. He just wants to chase carriages.

[Camera shifts, documenting this Tyki's eye roll. He's hanging out by the bakery, of all places, in sector two. Chugging on a cigarette with a loaf of bread in his lap, dark jacket over his shoulders.]

And don't tell him I said this. I'd rather not die tonight myself, either.

Lotto. What do you want to do about this? [Yeah, he's asking you. Kindly. Your lunatic General.]

[She's sitting in what passes as the church on one of the pews. No orange jumpsuit for this young girl - no she's wearing a red outfit that has no sides on top but her chest is covered with bandages. The yellow diamond outline and the two dots in a vertical line on her forehead is a sign of her position...at least to anyone who might know what it means. Yes, welcome one elite CROW to the prison people. Granted one confused CROW but still.]

Inspector? Brother, Tokusa? [There's a long pause.] Allen Walker? [Tevak's main priority is to stop any more of her family from being killed. Incarcerated or not.]

I need to leave this place. [She gets up from the pew.] How does one leave and return to their last location? Is there a Gate nearby?

[To anyone nearby they may come across one CROW exiting the wannabe church with her shoulders squared and an annoyed look on her face.]

So I've exchanged one prison for another. Again.

[The young man's voice is quiet and his tone decidedly unimpressed.]

At least it's different. Organized. There's no mystery surrounding its reason for being or our reasons for being here. These... headsets? They're more sophisticated than the standard City-issued network device, if less personalized. I could do without the standard-issue prison garb and the extensive list of crimes.

It's more pleasant than San Quentin.


[ooc: Justin's profile has about all you would ever want to know. He's visiting from Polychromatic! Fun!]

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.

[ It's after nightfall when he makes his first transmission, screen mostly dark save for the glowing cherry of a lit cigarette and whatever small light that spills in over the edge of the marble stone. It's enough to catch slicked back blond hair, the vague outline of a muscular man in his mid-twenties.

No jumpsuit here. He took care of that as soon as he realized the sun wasn't trying to set him on fire. ]

Gotta say… I'm not much liking this trend of bein' whisked away to some secret location without my say-so. Sure, some blokes might find it romantic and spontaneous, but I've always been a big fan of bein' the one to do th' whiskin'. Makes me feel all manly inside.

Nice digs you got here, by the way. All bottom of the ocean… beats a sardine can any day. I mean, you can say a lot about the nazis but they sure didn't put any bowling alleys in their submarines. [ He pauses to take a drag, face temporarily lit up by the embers. As human as they come, this one. ] Plenty of rations though… and that's another thing you got right about this place. Plenty of little Happy Meals on legs, just walkin' around… warms the cockles of your heart, really.

So… I only got one question. [ Another drag, the smoke released through a toothy grin.] Who do you kill for fun around here?


[ ACTION ]

[ After making the transmission (and making sure for at least the fifth time that he can slip back into game face again) Spike leaves his comfortable spot in Sector 5 to wander night-time Marina. Or rather, prowl because this vampire hasn't eaten since before the Initiative snatched him up and after that whole debacle he's not too keen on resorting to blood bags just to ease his hunger. Oh no, something hot and fresh would be so much better... ]


((OOC: First bite has already been promised to Miranda, but he does have a handy dandy permissions post for other bite and/or punching related inquiries! ))

Shery! Sheryl! What are you doing?! Get down from there!

[ The feed will start showing Sheryl Nome's playful and excited face. There was something else in her eyes too. And that is mischief. A lot of it. The person was shouting for her to get away from the ledge of the tallest building she could find.

Her initial purpose was to just look at the walls of their prison and admire the water. She had never seen so much water before. Not even at the Frontier, but now she found another fun reason to be up there.

Sheryl reconized Kohran's voice of course and leaned down over the ledge to look at her. Maybe she should feel guilty making her roomie so worried like that, unforunately as much as she really liked her roomate --- she was not immune to Sheryl's antics ]

If you say so, Kohran!

[ She puts her communicator down --- with a clear view of what she was about to do. With one last turn for the camera, she blows the people watching a kiss ---

--- and dived over the ledge. ]

SHERYYLLL!!!

[ a strangely passive face appears on the communicator; controlled, almost eerily so, as observant eyes flick to and fro as if she were recording each inch of the area around her. grass, stone. a building in the distance.

this was nothing like the desert, nothing like arrakis; too cold, too moist. she could feel the water in the air-- how curious it was, how foreign that feeling had become in such a short time. she was to be in arrakeen, preparing and arranging for the small social party, but now-- ah, she didn't know where she was, but her robes were replaced with a suit of orange... her jewelery replaced by a headset. naturally, so naturally, she is unsettled-- a deep foreboding filling her. i will not be able to save leto here, she thinks, ah, but he was doomed, no matter what i could have done. mohaim, she made sure to make that clear-- ]

It would be pertinent, I suppose, to find more suitable clothing than this. [ she takes a small, thoughtful pause; the barest of emotion twisting the corners of her lips into a momentary frown before she snaps it back. allows the mask of the bene gesserit to resettle in it's rightful place. her voice, although, shows a small tinge of bitterness, of sadness, of self-admonishment-- much to her chagrin, upon noticing it. ]

The colour, after all, is not appropriate for one in mourning.

[ she will be wandering around quatro park for a while before moving into sector four proper! feel free to respond how ever you'd like-- video, action, or audio! ]

[ 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 feed abruptly comes on to a very panicked young man looking frantically at the screen, messing with buttons on the unfamiliar device in hopes of contacting the thing that greeted him.]

Hey! Wait! D-don't go! I have questions! How did I get here?! Aren't I supposed to get a trial or something!?And who puts truancy on the list next to accessory to murder and organized crime!? That's not... just... why is that even on the list at all... H-hey! A-are you listening?!

[Then there's that moment where it dawns on him he just had a very awkward sounding outburst in public. Of course. Well, he could at least say that wasn't his most humiliating public experience. He was in more than just his underwear this time. He heaved an exasperated sigh and hung his head.]

Of course your not. That's just my luck.

[He removes the device and sets it down next to him, unaware it was broadcasting to anyone but the voice that greeted him, and started rummaging through the brown bag with his belongings.]

For someone so against the mafia, they sure made this look like a seedy money drop... Ah, I'm going to be stuck in suit too... and it's all wrinkled up...

Moving sucks. But clearly, we just need to have a party to break this place in and get to know everyone.

[Bright smile]

Who's in?

[The first sound is a low, angry growl that quakes throughout their entire frame, low, irritated, but not quite angry just yet. They aren't clothed, but with that inky black skin of theirs, they don't really need it. The shredded remains of the jumpsuit are nearby.] What stunt are you trying to pull now, you wretched hunks of tin? You really expect us to believe this is a new place? That all this has changed?

[They're about to continue when their world suddenly sways, and the beast stumbles, catching themselves with one, large hand. Their entire body shivers, their skin distorting strangely before it contracts as though trying to restrain the muscles, the bones--everything within. Their breath grows short and shallow, rough pants that begin to take on something that's not quite a whine.]

Annie. Annie. [They breathe, and suddenly the camera drops, catching the violent, frenzied action as they seize their head with clawed hands and howl.]

SPIDER! WE'LL KILL YOU! WE'LL RIP YOU LIMB FROM LIMB! [The sound is more bestial than human, and soon, they aren't making intelligible words at all. It's no surprise. After all, it isn't every day that you find out your ex-wife is dead.]

[And here's a sight for sore eyes, maybe. Road looks at the screen for a moment, before directing her attention back to tying the ribbon through her hair.]

Is everyone done whining about their situation yet? [sweetly] It's nice to know that some things never change, despite being moved to an entirely new prison with new stupid robots.

Funny. Didn't we get rid of Acumen and get Sentience back? Just when we thought things would be a little smoother, at least - Sentience seemed a lot more willing to listen to us than our new wardens. But no, it was all for nothing. [grim words, but there's a lilt to her tone that hints that she finds this all very amusing.]

If anyone sees a white, fat, and fluffy cat that goes by the name of Belle, don't touch her. Unless you want to be insufferably stupid on your first day.

[private to Tyki]

[she pauses, partly because she doesn't want to make the call and find out that he's missing and the other because she still feels a little woozy from all the new memories]

Tyki? Are you here?

[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...

[A young teenage girl with long dark hair appears on the network dressed in the compulsory jumpsuit, her face rather well composed for someone who just turned up in a prison on another planet of all places. Maybe she's really not disturbed. Or maybe she's just really good at hiding it. But she's certainly hiding any hint of emotions about it.]

I'm going to go ahead and guess that no one knows a way out of here.

[She pauses, closing her eyes briefly, taking a breath in and releasing it. Her violet eyes reopen.]

My name is Homura Akemi. I'm looking for a Madoka Kaname. If anyone has any information on her presence here or otherwise, please let me know. Your help is most appreciated. [She gives a curt bow.]

[With those few words, the video ends. The less she has to worry about unnecessary, uninformative chatter at the moment, the better.]

((OOC: Going to be slow, it's my final week here.))