MarinaNova Asylum

[Open Video]

[Mal's wearing a cowboy hat and, though he looks a bit hung over, he's also grinning. Every once in a while, there's a whicker that sounds like a horse, and a horse's mane invades the video.]

Did ya'll know we had horses here?

[Private to Bart]

Bart? Suppose I should thank you fer findin' me yesterday.

[That's the closest he'll get to an apology.]

[Open Action]

Mal's pretty ecstatic to find the horses. He wasn't so happy about jumping through the hoops to get the license to be allowed to ride the horses, but any annoyance fled once he saddled one up and took her out. The mare ran quickly and he almost forgot his discomfort of the water as he rode along the beach. Anyone could encounter him either on horseback or later finishing up his ride and taking care of the horse after.

[ Rose has been spending a lot of time in the education center doing research since the Doctor left again. After a morning holed up with books and computers, papers and theories, she heads out toward Bean Crushers for a cup of tea. She spends some time there looking over her notes and sipping her tea.

Her next stop is Två Park. She spends some time wandering through the hedge maze and stops in the butterfly pavillion.

It's a typical day for her and it makes her realize, she's really got to get a job of some sort. Too much free time in one place is driving her a bit mad. ]

[ Chuck was not the kind of girl who took misfortune lying down. Sure, it might be scary and disorienting, waking up in an unfamiliar place and realizing that someone must've undressed and then redressed her in her sleep but moping about it wouldn't get her anywhere. Besides, after her last conversation with the Piemaker this sudden change of scenery came as more of a blessing than a particularly rotten cherry on the top of an already sour ice-cream sundae. At least it gave her something else to think about.

And so the girl called Chuck had distracted herself with picking out suitable clothing, fixing her hair and, which may or may not still be important, picking an alias. Now dolled up in a pretty red dress, scarf and sunglasses, she prepared herself for addressing the network that had humming with activity ever since she woke up, not unlike her own beloved beehives. ]

Hello... Marina, was it? My name is Kitty Pimms. I'm new here. I can't say I know a whole lot about prison etiquette, but it only seemed appropriate to say hi and this doesn't seem like your average prison anyway so... hi! It's nice to meet you.

And, uh... Olive? Emerson? [ A pause that could only be called pregnant. ] ...Ned? If any of you are around, now would be a good time to say so.

((ooc: Chuck is officially in Marina and with no memory of her 4th wall visit! She can be found wandering sectors 0, 3 and 4 if you'd like to bump into her! ))

[ helen appears on the feed looking composed as usual. she's not yet taking her duty shift at the clinic, so she's actually sitting at her table in her apartment. regardless, she's sitting up straight as usual. ]

As it seems we're to be inundated with new arrivals and familiar and unfamiliar faces, I'd like to remind everyone that the clinic is still operational. We're more than willing to see anyone who may need our help. Don't let anything keep you away if you'd like to stop by.

In the meantime, I'd like to pose a question I find myself curious about. I realize it seems we have little need for differing languages, but I'm curious to know which ones other people know. I'm fluent in a great many of Earth's languages, current as of the year 2011, both regularly used ones and ones that are considered "dead." No real reason for asking. Consider it the scholar in me who's truly curious.

[ she pauses for a moment, obviously on the verge of saying something else before she finally decides to continue. ]

Nikola, if you see this, answer. I'd rather not have you wandering around terrorizing everyone. [ she fully expects him to snap at her for this... if her instincts aren't correct and for once, she hopes they aren't. ]

[ VIDEO; LOCKED TO THE DEFENSE FORCE ]

Can I have your attention, please? I have a few announcements to make.

First of all, if you haven't already heard Derek Morgan is no longer with us. I'll be stepping in as temporary leader for the Investigative Team until a new leader can be elected — if you're interested in the position, come talk to me or Kitty.

Second, all of you who were assigned to the Investigative Team during our stay in Squall are highly encouraged to file out reports regarding our time there. Anything and everything you can think of, even the most insignificant of details can turn out to be of great use later on.

Data, it'd be great if you could come see me whenever it's convenient.

I'll be at the Defense Quarters HQ all afternoon if any of you need any help or have questions. That's all for now.

[ ACTION; OPEN TO ALL ]

[ True to his word, Reid will be at the Defense Force headquarters all afternoon, working away on his own Squall-related intel and pondering how to best report the rather startling discovery they might've stumbled upon.

Later in the evening he can be found in the education center music room, playing a rather familiar piece followed by the second movement of Beethoven No 8 sonata, Pathetique. A little slow and full of stumbles, but the boy tries. ]

[ she's actually using the video feature for this post and she's looking... well, what can be seen of her doesn't look great, but neither does it look awful. her arms aren't visible, which is probably for the best, and her cheeks are almost healed. thank goodness for superficial and quickly-healed injuries. either that or she's at just the right angle that it's difficult to see. for those who have run into her lately, she looks almost pleasant and she certainly sounds much better than she did a few days ago. ]

For those who may be interested, Sector 3 now has a medical clinic. It won't replace the hospital, by any means, but I thought, under the circumstances, there might be others like myself who would feel better being cared for by a fellow inmate.

[ at least she knows she'll feel better with it here. ]

I've only received permission to deal with small things, so consider it more of a nurse's station and less a doctor's office. However... [ here she gives a slight pause. this is where things will get interesting. ] I assure you that I am more than capable of handling anything necessary. My experience covers everything from papercuts to burns to complex neurological surgeries and I can take care of any species that walks across the threshold, be it human or something else entirely.

[ she means that, actually. ]

In light of that, I would also like to offer informal lessons. If you'd like to offer assistance or simply want to know more about medicine from the late 1800's to 2011, by all means. I would welcome the company.

Good day to all of you.


[ ooc: info post is here for anyone interested. ]

[ the feed clicks on, showing a very consternated young woman. and then off. and then on! off! on! off! betty has no idea what she's doing, but there's a switch and she's flipping it back and forth angrily because she can't tell whether it's on or off and didn't pay as close attention to her welcome speech as she should have. ]

Stupid, bloody -- [ off. on. ] -- piece of -- [ off. on. ] -- even is this -- [ off. on, steadily now that she's taken the damn thing off and looked at what she was doing. that helps! but now she looks like she's about to cry and is trying very hard to be stiff upper lip about it. ]

What kind of prison gives you some comic book gadget, anyway? [ she takes some deep breaths now that the battle of the weird head thing is over. deep and calming, leading to an awkward pause as she realizes just what was on that list of crimes. now she's afraid and offended. ]

You know, that list of crimes is a bunch of bunk. If they think building bombs to stop Hitler is a crime then they're a bunch of Nazis!

[ probably (most assuredly) not the best first impression, but the feed clicks off again before she has a chance to fix it. ]

[Wake up and smell the lack of coffee. You're on a bunk bed. Maybe you're a top and maybe you're a bottom. There are five other people in your room. Maybe they're friends or enemies or faces you barely recognize if at all. It doesn't matter much. You can leave this room and you don't need to come back to it.

You should get your rations though. You're probably hungry. You're definitely a little sluggish of body. What happened to that bruise you got sparing yesterday? What happened to your newly dyed hair? Mystery, mystery... Move along. Find the public bathrooms and do your business with a hundred of your closest friends.

Find the kiosk and get your rations. Careful not to let anyone steal them. You won't get more until tomorrow and the bots won't care. They aren't here to hold your hand. If you get sick or hurt and they deem it necessary they will take you to the hospital whether you wish it or not. But why dwell on such things? You're here now and you might as well enjoy it. You even get a free day today.]

(OOC: OOC info. This mingle takes place in the Main shelter over the morning hours.

[Urgently, as he strides back to the Clocktower apartments with his coffee from Bean Crushers] Ianto? Martha? I need to get to Sector 3 so I can take charge there, but I'm coming back home for you two first. You're in my team anyway, Martha, and Ianto, no harm in you coming too.

[Which of course is Jack-speak for "Once I've found you, I'm not letting you out of my sight.]

Rose? Kitty? Reid? Fingers? [A slight pause.] Rebekah? Let me know you're all right, so I don't have to worry about you, please.

((OOC: As an alternative to video, feel free to run into Jack in either Sector 4 (early on) or Sector 3 (later)))

[Ianto is eying the dome curiously and also a bit nervously. He's managed to turn his video on just quickly enough for a tentacle to be seen briefly silhouetted behind him before disappearing into the murk.]

When they say pay no attention to the tentacles, do they in fact mean pay lots of attention to them because they're rather large and suspicious looking? Surely I'm not the only one noticing these things.

Well, that was unexpected.

[ the very confident and ultimately extremely british voice sounds rather less frightened than it likely should, considering the person attached to it just got told she's in prison for the rest of her life. helen's not really buying that. let them try to keep her here. ]

I have to say -- [ she raises her voice just slightly, as though speaking to the communicator isn't enough. she'd like to catch the attention of the "wardens," if possible. ] -- I usually favor face-to-face discussions, like civilized adults. None of this "enjoy your stay" from afar.

[ she supposes it could be worse. she could be stuck in a prison with addison. she pauses for a moment to internally shudder at that. dear god, if addison's here, she'll probably throw something.

at some point she'll drop the bite to her voice, but that point isn't right now. ]

I suppose the term "extenuating circumstances" means little to you. Allow me to let you in on a little secret: the last time someone tried to hold me hostage against my will, a friend and I blew them up. I'd rather not have the same happen here.

[ and with that, she cuts the communication. bait set. time to see who bites. ]

[Earlier in the morning, Derek is running around the Defense Force headquarters. Mostly, he’s been acquainting himself with the updated roster for the Force, especially his Investigative Team. He sends out a quick message to said Investigative Team informing them that there will be a meeting that afternoon at three. It isn’t mandatory so if they miss it, it’s not a big deal. But they will be discussing a course of action to try to learn more about the prison.

As he also notes that his sector patrol team has changed, he decides to touch base with the new people as well. He’s not a huge fan of changes, but he handles it better if he gets the upper hand on it. So during his lunch break (street food stands in sector 0), he tosses them a private message.]

[ private voice to Terry McGinnis and Zero Kiryuu ]
Hey, name’s Derek Morgan. I see we work Sector One together and thought we should touch base so we know who we’re workin’ with.


ooc: The Investigative team meeting is a mingle. Derek will intro and let them know what it’s about, but feel free to thread with anyone in attendance. Also, anyone is free to run into Derek at HQ or when he breaks for lunch.

[The Sizzle 'n' Sear in Sector 2 was decorated for a Grand Reopening with strings of small white lights on the trees outside and candles with fresh flowers on every table. The new paint was done, lightening up the interior a bit more from the darker colors it had been originally. Piper hadn't been a fan. Night clubs were dark, restaurants needed to be lighter, in her mind, and the dark wood was enough contrast.

The menu was finally finished to Piper's liking, and she had done the place up extra special for the evening. Having sent out flyers a few days ago, she was a little nervous that things wouldn't work out perfectly, but she was maintaining her outward calm.]

{OOC: Mingle style post! I've made a thread if anyone wants to catch Piper specifically, but feel free to tag around and enjoy each other's company!}

[Rose can be found sitting in the middle of the pet cafe. Despite the fact that she's got a passel of kittens crawling over her, one on her shoulder and is cuddling one in both hands, she looks miserable. She's obviously been crying a lot and fairly recently. There's a definite pout & mope sort of expression to her face. When she speaks, her voice reflects her expression.]

Doctor's gone.

I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' a kitten.

[Before he left actually, but she thinks it's an even better idea now.]

Call him Doctor. Maybe John Smith or Oncomin' Storm. Y'know. Somethin' like that.

[ it's been oh-so-stifling, having richard be the "main face" for the few days jim has been here. under any other circumstance, he'd have self-control in excess, enough to just deal with this itching feeling under his skin, in his bones, just in him.

but today is strange.

something seems to be smothering his filter, veering him off that fine line he walks. he's certainly clever enough to know when reigning himself in is the smarter choice, but right now, it doesn't feel like it matters.

it was easier in the morning to bite it back, but as the day dragged on, jim grew more and more restless. by evening it's to the point where he just can't handle it. richard is taking the backseat again, he decides: this strange little prison has proven interesting enough to get a taste of one james moriarty. so, the simple transformation from awkward, fidgeting, rumpled richard to sleek-suited, eerily graceful jim takes place in a matter of minutes in private. then he's out and about, finally. anyone who saw his opening broadcast would most likely be able to recognize his face, despite the change in style. otherwise, you'll probably just be seeing someone who looks like he has somewhere to be and something to do. ...and possibly someone to maim.

he's full of pent-up energy, so he can be found roaming almost anywhere in the dome. ]

[ although the morning's rain prevented them from getting an early start on setting up, quinn and rebekah have managed to pull everything off in time for the dance to start. there's tables to sit at when you don't feel like dancing or enjoying the surf, lots of hawaiian-themed snacks and desserts to eat, grass skirts and leis available for those who wish to wear them, lanterns and torches everywhere, with live music provided by quinn, oz, jack, lacus, and anyone else who wishes to get up and sing!

the only thing this party's lacking is the booze, per quinn's intentions of having this be an alcohol-free party. however, that doesn't mean someone isn't going to spike the punch when she's not looking, so if you were planning on doing so -- have at it!

so, go ahead and dance it up with your dates, mingle with some new cr, hop around, and threadjack to your heart's content. festivities will carry on until sometime after midnight when clean up will commence. enjoy! ]

[ the art of disguise is not merely physical. it runs on many layers, and the ability to replicate and manipulate emotions is just as important as the way one looks. it all comes in handy, though, especially when you're a world-renowned criminal mastermind in a new place with new people and you need to get your bearings.

this is why the residents of marina will be finding themselves in the company of richard brook, the fretful out-of-work actor, rather than the criminal mastermind that is james moriarty. it's only practical, after all; it would be absolutely ridiculous for everyone to be aware of his capabilities right off the bat.

the rumpled-looking man showing on the video feed is rather obviously distressed. he seems more fearful than angry, however -- his voice wavers as he mutters to himself, very quietly. ]

...torture? Murder? Really, I can't --

[ he pauses, and takes a deep breath. ]

I thought we'd been through all this once already. I'm innocent. I didn't do any of those horrible things, not a single one -- all I did was look the part. I swear, I'm being honest, I'll tell you everything all over again if I need to.

[ that tremor isn't just in his voice, now. he's shaking. ]

You've got the wrong man. This is a mistake. Please, just let me go home.

KARAOKE NIGHT AT THE SHACK
[ The drinks are flowing at the Blook Shack (BLOOD FREE, OKAY?), the bass is pumping with cheesy karaoke songs. Come on in, mingle, drink, and sing a song, any song. And ladiessss it's your perfect chance to ask your dates to the Sadie Hawkins dance! Start a thread and comment here with what song your character is singing for the competition to get a prize!]

We need a Sadie Hawkins. [ seemingly unprompted, but it's been on her mind for a while now. something wholesome and fun that everyone can participate in without pesky age requirements or being weary of stepping foot in a bar or a vampire-owned establishment. ] It's a dance - not as formal as prom, but there's usually a theme of some kind involved. For example, my sorority at Yale was planning on holding a Phantom themed Sadie Hawkins towards the end of the fall semester. Our theme will definitely not be anything involving Andrew Lloyd Webber. Rebekah and I will be working out those details - theme, where, when...

[ because her original vampire bestie is the obvious choice for partner in dance planning crime. ]

Another thing: the girls usually do the asking for a Sadie Hawkins. None of this misogynistic nonsense of waiting for a guy who's never going to notice you to ask you to go to the dance with him. You get to make him sweat and worry that no-one's going to ask him and he'll be forced to go stag. But, since I know not everyone is of the heterosexual persuasion here, I say interpret the tradition as it applies to you. If you're a boy who likes boys, ask a boy. You don't have to go with a girl if that's not who you are. This should be something fun for us, not anything that makes people feel uncomfortable.

[ welcome to elena's room. it's filled with things. and boxes. some things are in some boxes. she's thought twice about making this video, and then thought twice about making it public (klaus) but on her second thought, she decided to stop hiding in the network.

for the most part.

she's sitting cross-legged on her bed, mister teddy junior in her lap. ] It's kind of amazing how much stuff can accumulate here after a month. [ wait. ] More than. [ she puts him in the box. ] Books, clothes... [ her eyes look out to the space of her thoughts for a only a split second ] people, memories.

I know a lot of us are all working to find a way home. [ her included. maybe. ] I guess I was wondering why any of you would want to stay.


& private to zatanna zatara

I think we should keep our conversations private for now. Even if it's just something silly. It's not a good idea for you to have Klaus' attention. Even if Rebekah's already told him... [ she swallows. it may be a desperate, scared attempt to protect her... but elena's willing to be that, do that. being a witch might attract klaus' attention too, without her help, but... the thing that gives her more pause at the moment is jeremy, jenna - how she kept things from them to keep them safe, and it hurt them in the end. (she lost jenna entirely.) so. ] Is that okay?

& private to sam winchester

I wanted to thank you. For the other day. When we were at the library. [ yeah that's all she's got. it's not about the kiss, or the embracing, but it's subtext. he was there for her when she needed somebody, and he listened. wanted to. and it's more than that - the understanding, and the things they confessed...

subtext. ]