MarinaNova Asylum

An underwater prison. I have to admit, that is a first...

[The face that greets the viewer is one that looks more curious than anything else. She has lively blue eyes, dark hair, and pale skin. She also has a row of dots starting on each side of her face, going down beneath that teal and black uniform she is wearing.]

This is Lieutenant Commander Dax to... anyone that can hear? …Benjamin? Deep Space Nine? Hmm.

[And she pokes around on the buttons for several moments, trying several things. The feed cuts for a time, before it comes back.]

Well. I think this may very well count for one of the strangest situations I have found myself in, and I have had some strange hellos before.

[That is said with a touch of amusement in her voice. After all, she does have not only her own experiences to draw upon, but also those of seven other hosts.]

My name is Jadzia Dax, and I must say, that was not exactly the way I like to wake up in the morning- or even the night. What I can tell is that I am no longer on Deep Space Nine- or on any spaceship, unless this is a holosuite program, and I am finding that rather hard to believe.

[A knowing look although there is a mischievous glint to her eyes.]

My commbadge also seems to be missing, along with my uniform, so any information would be greatly appreciated.

Welcome or welcome back to Paranormal Studies.

[Sam starts off with another disclaimer-type comment for the new students as he did at the beginning of his last class about how this isn't a class on hunting.]
( Wendigo )

Questions & Discussion

Okay, I think that's everything I had. Has anyone else ever heard of or encountered a Wendigo or something similar? Or are there any questions?

(OOC: Backdated to late afternoon. Mingle style. Notifs are off so tag Sam during class with questions or catch him before or after. Use your discretion with the links provided. Sam didn't necessarily cover every detail, but feel free to bring more into it. Warnings for talk of cannibalism and torture.)

[ There's a sense of calm professionalism over the young Doctor today. Sure, there's tentacles in the sky and he's not sure where he's standing with his BAU family just yet but that's what work is for. To be a refuge when everything else is unsure. Needless to say he's happy to be here and will most likely linger extra-long after the lecture. ]

( In today's lecture… geographic profiling. CW: murder and gore )

(( The Criminology Class is held in an open lecture format, meaning that there's no ic signup process involved! Feel free to mingle at your leisure — email notifs are off but Reid has a thread HERE if you wish to hit him up. For more information about the setup and purpose of the class, go HERE. The attached links are a full account of the entire lecture so feel free to use them as topics of discussion! ))

[ The feed clicks on, and Damara looks into the camera for a good moment. Not that you'd be able to tell where she's looking-- she has completely white eyes.

Her voice is very, very accented-- but thanks to the communicator's translating, it's not impossible to understand her here, in MarinaNova. ]

I am told I am in prison. I am given a list of crimes. Fair enough.

But I have a question. How do you capture a ghost? How do you bring the dead to stay among the living? This is no dream bubble.

Maybe I should be grateful. I think that I might be.

One question more. Can you understand me?

[ action ]
[Yakumo shows no more than a flicker of surprise when he suddenly finds himself in sector 2, wearing an orange jumpsuit and a headset. He listens to the Wardens' message impassively. This is quite probably the strangest dream he has ever had.

If it's not a dream... Freaking out about it won't change anything. That Gotou liked to kick up his heels and make a fuss when the world did not behave the way that he wanted it to, but Yakumo learned long ago that you can't change a shitty reality; you can just learn to live with it. He looks around and catches sight of the Bistro. Grabbing a seat outside, he orders a snack to munch on as he takes in his new surroundings.

He has yet to realize his black contact has fallen out. His left eye glows an angry, haunting shade of red as he calmly eats his pudding parfait.]

[ voice ]
[While fiddling with the headset, he inadvertently turns the audio feed on.]

Hn.

[ video ]
[Another click and he activates the video feed. He turns the headset in his hands, spinning the camera around: an upside down view of his face; a little close up of his giant pudding parfait; the Bistro sign; and finally his face again, rightside up. He looks unimpressed, and with the glare of his red eye, you wouldn't be blamed for thinking him a little angry too. When he speaks, it's a bored mutter, no more than vaguely irritated.]

It could at least come with instructions.

[ voice ]
[He thinks he's turned the headset off, but he really just activated the audio feed again. He sets the headset aside, and you're treated to five minutes of listening to him eat his parfait before the feed turns itself off.]