MarinaNova Asylum

Yo! [Peace sign given as Rebecca steadies the feed, looking very lazily pleasant in an oversized t-shirt from the waist up. Truth be told it wasn't even one of hers, and what's from the waist down isn't seen thanks to the cut off of the table's edge. It's very reminiscent of one of her broadcasts a little while back, while poking through Cross's snooty foods. Except today she looks a little less bored and more content, propping her elbows on the table and sighing.]

I was wondering if anyone had any tips for getting out tough stains. [She shakes her hand through her hair, mussing it up and leaving some strands at floofy angles.] Bought a bottle of red home last night and well, things happen right? I was trying to Macgyver a solution with vinegar but I thought I'd ask y'all if you had a better one. I...

[Pause, while she yawns and covers her mouth. A figure enters the frame in the background, shirtless and heading toward the fridge. At first she pays him no mind, but then recognition dawns behind her eyes (to the observant) that she's recording this. Her smile is a slow blooming thing of idle realization that she's been busted. But she plays it off while Aidan sips milk from the carton in the background, looking briefly over her shoulder with a small snort before looking back to the camera's lens.]

I could also use a good recipe for brownies. I have to ask about one of my usual ingredients, but if you know how to make 'em rock my socks off, please lemme know.

[Rubber Ducky, you're the one. You make everything so much fun. Which is why you'll find them just about everywhere. Maybe even in that pitcher of tea you just made. Never a dull day here in MarinaNova Asylum. Whether you are trying to beat the heat at the beach or at the pool or running errands you're going to encounter a lot of them.]

(OOC: Event Info)

[ Perhaps you're a really strong swimmer. Perhaps you've found a canoe to paddle around in, unhooked a door to recreate the ending of Titanic. Perhaps breathing isn't a necessity for you. Perhaps you're already doomed to drown. Whichever your situation, there's one thing for certain.

The rain isn't stopping. ]


((ooc: EVENT POST! Remember that death is, if not permanent, still cause for a punishment! ))

[There's no fanfare today. The museum has something about the benefits of sheep's wool. There are no decorations up. The clothing shops have the same sort of stock they had yesterday. And there are no specialized dishes at the restaurants, but you can probably find a power bar at the convenience store, but there's nothing new there.

What is new is whatever power you woke up with or without today. What you do with that is up to you and whomever you encounter.]

(OOC: Event Info)

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[One thing Verity knew for sure was the greeting she received when she woke up wasn't a lie. Verity couldn't even say that waking up in prison was the strangest thing that's happened to her since Loki came into her life, in fact, between breaking Sigurd out of Asgard' dungeon and Doom locking Loki away, prisons seemed to be becoming a pretty common thing. Not that that it any easier.

Figuring out the communicator wasn't too difficult, after consulting the map provided she started making her way to one of the clothing stores listed. The jumpsuit at least was a problem she could solve in her own.]

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[Taking advantage of the lush and abundant lifestyle advertised, Verity waited until she had found a bar and a glass of wine before turning on the video feed.]

So did anyone else miss their trial or was that just me?

[She pauses, not sure if she really wants to know the answer to this next question just yet.]

Also does anyone know if someone named Loki is here?

Hello, inmates. Remember me? I visited a couple of weeks back, asked y'all some friendly questions? Hi.

I don't know if anyone caught on, but I'm not exactly like you. For starters, I'm not a filthy criminal. I work for the boys upstairs and they thought it'd be a good idea if me and Francisco took a closer look at you, seeing as you couldn't keep your noses out of places where they didn't belong. Maybe not go through surprise doors, hm? Save me a return trip?

Anyway... I'm here to tell you that you're damn lucky. We were just about ready to shut y'all down, you know. Pull the plug. Can't have a breach like that. I'm sure you understand. But then we got thinking... what if we didn't? Not like you seemed to hurt from it. I mean, you must've known by now... no one can be that stupid!

So... congratulations. We're not shutting you down. We're not even going to pretend that this isn't all in your itty bitty heads. Call it a... a show of faith in your ability to continue as if nothing at all has ever happened. You can do that much, right?

[ He makes a start to end the feed, but stops himself. ]

Oh, oh right... good morning and all that shit. Here's Uptown Funk.

[ The feed ends with a jaunty tune blasting over the speakers ]


((ooc: this morning brought to you by one of the auditor. Confused? Check out this info post! Liam is available for chatting, but if you have requests that can't wait until next dayweek the warden request post is your best bet. This isn't his job. ))

[Anyone living next door to Carol, or on her floor, or maybe even in her building, might have heard the scream. She stared at her face in the bathroom mirror, and then collapsed. When had she died? How long…? Her skin was mottled and rotting. Her eyes were sunken in, and her lips pulled back. She hardly recognized her own face. She was a walker.

How she still had thoughts and could still fumble with her headset, she didn’t know. Maybe she wasn't all the way gone yet. She was too shaken to bother with privacy settings.]

Carl … can you get a gun? A knife. Anything. Get to my apartment as fast as you can.

114 days. That's how long I have been in this place. A drop in the ocean - excuse the pun - to some people here, but still something that I think about on occasion.

[The distinct sound of liquid being poured into a glass can be heard.]

There's something most people don't know about me: I'm dead back home. Well, I'm 'dead' here too, technically speaking. A 560 year old vampire with no legacy to speak of and a whole lot of baggage. Sounds like a plot for a great novel.

[A half-laugh.]

Since I've shared with you lot, why don't you return the favour? Tell me something I don't know about you.


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[Rose can be found in the Blood Shack, munching on pretzels and drinking scotch. There's a bottle of it beside her, a quarter of it already gone. Depending on how generous she feels, Rose might be willing to part with some of the alcohol.]

[ Career day has come to Marina and Sector 0 is abuzz with activity! Booths have been erected, some of them with information about the existing establishments, some of them empty for inmates to man if they feel like advertising their business and one dedicated to the process of starting something completely new. Each establishment comes with its own information poster about career opportunities, but they all follow the same basic principle:

Restaurants, bars and cafés — Waiter, dishwasher, cook, bartender, cleaning and maintenance staff.
Shops and stores — shop clerk, stock assistant, cleaning and maintenance staff.
Hospital — Cleaning and maintenance staff
Athletic Center — cleaning and maintenance staff. Cleaning staff for the horse stable need to be vetted before employed.
Prison maintenance — cleaning and maintenance staff, gardening.

While the career day is mostly geared towards commercial establishments, there's also space reserved for the school and defence force. Bots will be readily available to answer questions and streamline the application process for inmates that wish to take over or start a new establishment. ]

((ooc: The career day has begun! Mingle and be merry! More information can be found on the event post, which is also where you should direct your questions! ))

[In case you were having a quiet day, here comes Momo to bring the noise!

He has the biggest, dorkiest grin on his face before deciding to go with a more devilish look!]

HELLO EVERYBODY! I'm Momotarou Mikoshiba! I'm 16-years-old and I'm looking for your ESL! [Yes he said ESL rather than A/S/L.]

Looking for girls ages 15-18. A year or so over that is fine too! Let's talk about our favorite foods and go look at beetles together!

[ elena is neither bright-eyed nor bushy-tailed this morning. on the contrary, she’s shaken, unspeakably confused, and even a bit angry. her brown eyes convey that much, though she’s taken some time to look around and calm down -- but only comparatively. ] Look, I’ve heard the message, and the charges against me or whatever. [ she looks off the side, incredulous -- and frankly in shock. ] So, this is an underwater- [ wow she can’t even get ‘prison’ out. saying it makes it real or her crazy, right? ]

You know, let’s just start with: Hey, I’m Elena, and is this some horrible dream?


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[ elena doesn't know where else to go. she woke up on the ground in the middle of a park, knowing she wasn't anywhere she should be even before her crimes were being listed off from some foreign device in her ear. she'd flinched and pulled it off, looking at the communicator in her hands, her heart starting to speed in her chest. she took a look around: at the benches, the trees, the shops, and the impossibly high dome ceiling.

now she's up, walking around the so far empty block in a daze. is this damon? she thinks -- or stefan? where is he? she'd can't yet grasp the reality of the situation, struggling to reconcile it with what she knows: vampires.

she stops at the storefront, and the smell of coffee, drawn like a beacon to some activity -- and where people would go, right? she walks inside, her eyes widening at the bots behind the counter. ]

ooc: catch elena oh-so-politely trying to talk to the bots at bean crushers or run into her on the street!

[Though she'd been confused and disoriented at first, her time there had quickly begun to come back to her. She wasn't pleased to find herself back in the underwater prison, not at all but she knew it wasn't something she could change.

Inara had decided to wait a while to make any sort of announcement that she was back. She'd headed back to the apartment she'd called her own, wanting to change into something other than the hideous orange jumpsuit she'd awoken in. But she'd found her apartment bare, cleaned out of the things she'd collected the last time she'd been there.

Sighing, she composed herself and then she was ready to announce she was back, even though she was still in her orange jumpsuit. She manages a wary smile and shrugs her shoulders a little.]

Hello... I was here once before, though I'm not certain how much time has passed between now and then [about two weeks], but I suppose in the grand scheme of things it doesn't truly matter. For those of you who weren't here when I was last or I hadn't had a chance to meet, I'm Inara Serra.

[She hesitates a moment and then glances around her apartment.]

Is it normal for things you had here before to disappear?

[It is morning and here is Momotarou, already wide awake and full of extreme amounts of energy! It's like his level of energy never turns off!]

HELLO EVERYONE! New people and not-so-new people, but mostly new people that Connie mentioned would be coming! I want to tell you about my most FAVORITE PLACE EVER in the dome, because you will probably like it too!

THE PET CAFE!

[Oh just the mention of it makes him feel all sparkly and full of glee!]

There are so many cute little animals and even the ugly ones are cute! There are even some that I've never even seen before, and don't really know what they are, but they're still really great! If you're feeling sad because you're in prison, don't be! Just hang out at the Pet Cafe and I promise you'll feel better!

[No you don't understand he just really REALLY likes animals so the Pet Cafe is super amazing to him okay!!]

[It's not until night fall that Tyki bothers with this, yet another 'exciting' day of celebration having gone by to honor 300 days of captivity. Two hundred and seventy days for him, specifically. Why this merits flashing lights, games and a parade of food is beyond him but humans were always fond of doing what they were expected to. And in this case they were celebrating their own lives wasting away like sheep. He'd find this more fun to watch if he wasn't also wasting away with them rather than a witness.

He could be busy, but he has things to strike off the docket before he can relax again. Punishments, specifically. Tending to horses was easy enough, but he still owed a performance of some kind to his fellow inmates. So late this evening as things wound down and the night swept over the dome, he'd borrowed from the sector 0 stage a violin and sat himself in shadow on the floating speaker island. It was a little past midnight when the music from the speakers lulled away. And it was then that he set his device aside to record the dark; the hard to distinguish outline of his silhouette moving every so often, bathed in shadow.

He had borrowed a violin, stiff as he was to try it again. Fiddling was an easy way to make a buck, a cheap instrument to travel with as well. He'd had one a long time ago until it'd splintered, and hadn't picked up one since. But even after all that time when he began to play, the notes floated back to him with ease.

He doesn't speak, he just plays. You like what you hear? Well, there's more to follow.]

Happy Anniversary, Marina Nova!

You may have noticed the veritable fleet of maintenance bots zipping all over the dome throughout the night, working hard to clean up the dome and set up decorations for this momentous occasion. Come morning there isn't a corner left unfestive, with brightly colored garlands hanging across the streets and wrapping around the sector gates. Even the trees have been primped for the occasion, colors changing into rich reds and oranges. Strings of light hang from the branches and lanterns line the streets, here and there broken up by a pile of stacked hay bales perfect for taking a rest on.

Of course, that is far from all! There wouldn't be much of a festival without entertainment and your loving wardens have made absolutely sure that there's something for everyone!

( Let the celebrations begin! )

Enjoy!

[The video feed turns on and Katherine smiles, trying her best to friendly, if she ends up getting mistaken for Elena well that is obviously a coincidence, not intentional at all really! Or so she would claim if called out on it]

Well this is new. It's definitely not the first thing that comes to mind when thinking of a prison but I think I got the gist of it. Though I have to say that these outfits we arrive in could use a makeover— orange is so not my color. [She frowns for a moment looking briefly offended by it before shrugging it off and continuing]

Is there anyone else from Mystic Falls here? I'd hate to wish this on anyone but it'd be nice to see at least some familiar faces. [That is the last thing she wants but whatever it seems typical of people do ask that from what she's seen but she's also asking as a precaution too so she isn't caught completely off guard with who else is here] I'm not entirely sure what they want us to do here but here's a poll for the masses since I'm going to be stuck here. Any recommendations for fun things to do around here? I could use a few suggestions.

[Meanwhile if anyone wants to run into her, she'll just be exploring her surroundings being pretty much anywhere around the dome]

Hello, everyone. I know it's dark and we're all worried about what's going on, but it's getting later and maybe it would help if we took a minute to just relax and talk to each other.

I had an idea. People tell stories around campfires, right? I'm not sure how many people have tried building one today, but even if you haven't I think we could still tell the stories. And maybe it would be more fun if we take turns and just see where the story goes. I can start and then just jump in and we can make lots of different stories together or lots of people can add to a couple of stories. Whatever feels right. And please feel free to make things up with each other too.

Ah, let's see, it should probably start with, Once upon a time there was bright and and sunny land full of wonders.

[Maybe you saw a glowing door open and avoided it or maybe you have no idea anything just happened, but you know something is up now because everything just went dark. Seriously dark. No ambient light of any kind. The kind of dark that makes you wonder if something's wrong with your eyes. Oh, and there's a siren going off from the speakers on the floating island. Don't worry, that will end in about thirty minutes, but you're not so lucky when it comes to the dark.

The kiosk was open earlier, but it's gone dead now and the maintenance bots are in the same condition. As a bonus some people are missing too! Welcome to Day 296.]

(OOC: This mingle is for those who did NOT go through the doors. EVENT INFORMATION)

Well, given the state of things today, I doubt that it comes as much of a surprise to anyone, but Forensics class will not be meeting as scheduled. I'm sure we could all use the day to finish wringing ourselves out, so we'll meet again on 298, heading into lab work.

[ With that taken care of ... ]

Personally, as much as I'd like to go home, I can't say I entirely appreciate the wardens bringing a demented version of Miami's weather to us here. Interesting that the systems here have this potential, though - and that so many of the systems are so drastically lacking in failsafes. Certainly does a lot to instill one with confidence.

I just hope we all made it through this one as safely as possible.

[Thunderbolt and lightning—very, very frightening.

Take cover, take shelter, take heart. You'll need to take everything you can just to make it through today with so few areas really being safe.]

(OOC: DETAILS here. Mingle out and about in the rapidly changing elements or cozy in one of the shelters.)