MarinaNova Asylum

[oh, good morning, Marina, here is Pepper, dressed very nicely for being in an underwater dome with limited designers OR Louboutins available. She's bright eyed, and smiling.]

Good morning. My name is Pepper Potts. I have a proposition for everyone. A book club, since we are stuck here, yet with access to various reading materials.

I have a few ideas for reading selections, but this is for seeing if there is any interest and to organize the first meeting.

[The Blood Shack has been redecorated for the evening. The lighting is red and the decor is very Moulin Rouge. The bar has had a facelift of sorts and in the spirit of a costume party is featuring 'candy' flavored shots such as Skittles, Sweet tarts, Caramel Apples, Nerds and Tootsie Rolls. All other 'normal' drinks are available at the bar as well as a selection of synthetic blood. The decor continues in the seating arrangements. The entire room, including the dance floor, stage and platform where Eric's throne sits is bathed in red light. Lording over the entire affair is Eric, dressed as a Viking king. Instead of the helm, he's got a crown made of gold foil and cardboard. His weapons are the plastic sort and he's opted to go bare chested rather than attempting to make any sort of chain mail. He has a faux polar bear throw across his shoulders and is wearing a long, blond wig as well as a fake beard.

Enjoy, mingle and come as you want to be.]


ooc:: Mingle, start threads and make general merriment. This is all pre-blackout. On Thursday evening, I will put up a post blackout thread. Any questions? Let me know

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[ It looked like a good day, and Sasha had just replenished supplies at home and baked some nice focaccia bread. She was just sorting out fresh produce when it occurred to her she has the materials for fresh tomato and eggplant sandwiches and to pack some fresh fruits for a picnic.

With a smile, she remembers that she promised a picnic with someone. Pulling up the communicator's voice function -- ]

Hello, Sam? Do you have a moment?

[After too long holed up at home, Ritsuka has decided to go out. What better weather to do so than sunny with clear "skies"? None that he can think of.

Ritsuka's destination of choice? Sector 0, naturally. He wants to try the street food - all of the street food - and make memories. This amounts to him snapping photos, mostly of Soubi. But he wants at least one or two photos of the two of them together, so there's a good chance he'll be approaching any inmates who happen to pass by (the robots don't take good pictures).]

[ooc: please label your thread as with Ritsuka OR Soubi but NOT both. Allie and I are trying to get back into the swing of things so we're going to start out slowly, and group threads get too confusing.]

[The view from on top that floating island is quite spectacular, don't you think? Not that Tyki's giving a really thorough pan of the sights, but the camera does catch an eyeful before it adjusts on him. Slightly unshaven, glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose and yesterday's shirt still wrinkled as it was. His back is against the free standing door, and he salutes the feed with two fingers, the others wrapped around the neck of a bottle.]

This place toys with you. Day after day. Yet you're all still having fun, making the best of your misery.

Is it denial or distraction? [Mostly rhetoric. He takes a long sip from the bottle, pushing his glasses farther up his nose.] I wonder how many of you have actually embraced reality.

... And if any of you can get up here, you're free to have a drink with me. [He scoffs, since that's highly unlikely and he chose this place for it's inaccessibility.]

( open action; the winery - evening )

[It's about that time that baseball teams gather and get their practice on, what with new people joining, and with others who might be interested in joining. Maybe you also know someone on a team and want to be there for moral support. Or! Maybe you just really like baseball and want to watch practices, which take place on days ending in 2, 6 and 9.

Hikaru in particular is the new Team Captain for the Flying Knights. He's visibly nervous about leading the team, despite having been really cocky about taking the role. However, despite his nervousness, he's willing to learn how to be the best Team Captain he can be for his team, if only to kick the asses of Yuuri's team, the Purple Dragons.

Baseball teams, prepare to get PUMPED UP!]


[ooc: This is a mingle/event style post! Everyone is free to do as they wish in regards to what their character is doing, so long as you include it in the header! They can be practicing with their own team members or with the opposing team, interacting or communicating with team members for baseball reasons (or not!), cheering a friend on, taking a break, or anything you can think of! Current baseball teams list along with more info (joining, games, etc). And here's an old baseball mingle for an example of how this has been done in the past.]

_{[Well, here is an Ashura at his morning tea, looking pensive, as if somehow expecting the tea to taste different.]}

You know, in all the commotion of yesterday, I rather forgot I had turned 279. Odd, isn't it, how you can forget something like that? I had thought... I would feel different on that realization, but I suppose we all expect that and it never really happens. Maybe that will happen at 280, a milestone of sorts.

What do you all usually do for your birthdays in your worlds? Any special customs?

[Ritsuka is a boy who depends on routine. He falls into a basic pattern even when he's not trying to, and it comforts and grounds him in a less tangible way than his obsession with photographs. Ritsuka is also a boy who very rarely allows other people to get close to him. Other people forget. Other people disappear. And nothing he does can change that.

Knowing this, it's understandable, really, how isolated Ritsuka has become since being uprooted from one prison to the next. Roxas, the only boy who has understood Ritsuka on such an unfathomably deep level, was among those who disappeared. Just days before they were moved, the metaphorical rug had already been yanked from under Ritsuka's feet with the realization that his brother has not been dead these past months, just simply gone from Ritsuka's life. It had shattered and reformed his bond with Soubi, a bond he values more than ever now for its strength and its surety.

But all this change left Ritsuka exhausted and unwilling to engage with the others. He heard from Soubi of Yuiko's arrival and equally sudden departure, his regret at missing her matched only by his relief that he did.

He has spent every day since he arrived in quiet isolation. He and Soubi moved into a small apartment in sector four together, and Ritsuka has focused what little energy he has on busywork - cleaning and rearranging things in the apartment, learning how to make simple dishes, inhaling the books Soubi brings home from the library for him. Sleeping.

But most of all, he has spent hours poring over his photographs: organizing, cleaning, creating a careful display on his bedroom wall. The display has spilled out into the living room, though he uses frames for those, selecting the most precious photographs that he thinks Soubi will also find important. It's a long process; Ritsuka has to pause over each picture and remind himself of the memories associated with it, has to be absolutely sure he does not forget. He's surprised to find it helps more than his Wednesday appointments back home.

Then he's taking his album off the shelf and accidentally knocks his communicator to the floor. He hasn't worn it since the first few days in the new prison, so it feels weird when he puts it on again, but he does. He turns it on, scans some of the other messages, not recognizing half of the people. He doesn't really enjoy talking to strangers. He almost turns it off without posting anything, but reconsiders at the last second.]

I might go read in the library tomorrow. [his grip tightens on the photo album in his hand, cat ears flattening against his head] If anyone knows of a good place to sit, I'd like some recommendations.

[Yeah, it's about as awkward as he thought it was going to be. Ritsuka quickly shuts off the communicator - he'll check if he gets any replies later - and, face flushing, goes to plunk down in an armchair to wait for Soubi to get home.]

[The damage in Sector 2 has long been repaired from a certain chimera's rampage a few days earlier, forcing Saber to navigate the maze of alleyways from the small corner she'd hid herself away in to rest, instead of going straight through building rubble like she would have been able to before. She eventually manages to squeeze out onto a main street; looking generally worse for the wear with her blue gown wrinkled and rumpled, silver armor scuffed up a bit, and complete with a tiny smudge on her cheek. Some of it from the fight with Zelgadis, some from the tight spaces she ran into on her way.

She makes to dust off her dress before pausing, seeming to realize it's a lost cause, and the next moment it's as if her armor shatters in a brilliant flash, leaving the small girl in a crisp black suit now, blonde hair pulled back neatly and no trace of her previous dishevelment. Throughout all of this, and while starting to fiddle with her device, she keeps an utter impassiveness-- what part of this is out of the ordinary here, after all-- but a hint of unease gradually seeps into it when her attempts to contact Zelgadis go without an answer. She knows her master is present, can feel him even if only slightly at this distance... so she merely assumes that he's incapable of replying. Which means her options are... wandering around, trying to follow their connection to his location, and the network that she so dislikes making use of. But desperate times, and so she straightens out both her tie and expression, and readies to spit out her request as quickly, yet courteously, as she can]

I apologize for any interruption I may be making, but if there are any who could provide information and the result of the-- [Shortest pause; she's aware time has passed but not entirely how much. Who listens to announcements, ever?] -- recent incident in Sector 2, it would greatly appreciated. It is of utmost importance to me, and I have been indisposed for some time, so--

[A sudden, deep rumble interrupts her, echoing at least to the next block and eliminating whatever was going to be said next from sheer surprise, and the girl freezes, expression momentarily unreadable until she very swiftly ducks her head with both clear embarrassment and a hurried "thank you" to the camera before she flicks it off.

It seems the first order of the day should not be information, but food...]


[[ ooc: seiba back from hiatus |D And like it says, her hungry can be heard for quite a distance, so passing people wondering what the hell that noise is, or just witnessing her mahou shoujo-ish transformation, are all very wanted! ]]

[ As soon as Sasha receives her punishment directions, she cannot help but feel both relieved but puzzled over punishment for injury. Nonetheless, she takes the time to think of what to say, make sure she looks presentable enough, and so the feed opens to Sasha with a polite smile. The only clues to her whereabouts are the sterile white wall behind her, and the neckline of a hospital garb. ]

Good morning, Marina.

My name is Sasha, and I come before you today to apologize: first, for taking time and resources away from our Wardens to heal my injuries; and second, and most importantly, that my actions of the day before has indirectly lead to others being hurt and putting them at risk through property damage.

( Details herein, cut for length orz )


(( OOC: As the subject line says, all are welcome to react and to personally give her a scolding give her a visit X3;; ))
 

[ Sasha had given Zelgadis a call. Despite the chaos from the previous day, she had been able to get some good rest, and she feels herself ready. Hades' presence had been indeed disturbing, but she remains confident over the outcome of the war they were fighting: he will be sealed and her future will see another generation of Saints.

In one of the classrooms in the Education Center, Sasha waits for Zelgadis. She had taken two chairs aside, positioning them face to face, and she takes a moment to lay out her plan: trace the spell's threads, find the golem and demon, undo the threads that bind them together, immobilize the demon if necessary. It will not catch her off-guard this time... ]
 

Crimes? Well... I suppose I did leave a bottle of hot sauce halfway empty instead of emptying it completely on my ice cream that one time.

I didn't think the authorities would feel so strongly about hot sauce too!

[hey, marina. she doesn't look like she belongs here at all. and she also doesn't look like she's too worried about her sentence; if anything, she's just surprised. besides, doesn't she look awfully familiar? like this familiar? she should.]

I do hope we manage to get along. If we are all to be here for the rest of our lives, it's better to be surrounded by friends.

Ah, I apologise. My name is Mitsuba Okita.

[a small bow of the head at that.]

I suppose it makes me a bad sister to wonder this about my younger brother, but is Sou-chan here? He likes to nap and--oh, sorry! His name is Sougo.

It's nice to meet you all despite the circumstances.

[ For a deity who has lost a good amount of his powers as a god, the expression on his face is too calm and impassive. In fact, a smug smile decorates Hades' template as he strolls through his new surroundings, taking pleasure from observing the beautifully ornamented plants that decorate the green area he is at. Most of his calm demeanor, however, stems from sensing how the cosmos forces in this place are rather low, which reveals this prison is full of mongrels whom don't poise the slightest threat.

Not a single Saint or Specter is within vicinity. Not even Pandora, who sworn to be by his side, is close or nearby. He doesn't have the time to feel lonely-- ah, not that he would-- for all save for one cosmo, although bound and impaired as his own, still holds considerable power. A power that mirrors his own, proof of their bond and their intertwined fate. ]

Athena. So you too have been confined to this human jail.

[ Athena's presence doesn't poise a deterrent for his plan, however.

Even with most of his powers gone, when his human vessel used oils he was still able to bring death upon those he chose to make a portrait of. As per Hypnos and Thanatos' guidance, he ought to keep working on his masterpiece. ]

I have a promise to fulfill. I need painting oils to complete The Lost Canvas and I presume someone here should be able to aid me in acquiring the materials I request. [ Please your merciful God and you shall be rewarded with peace.

Eternal peace. ]

[dressed in white, golden waves tumbling down her back, Dite is on the beach, an amused look on her face]

Oh, good morning, loves. Not quite my palace, but honestly, this seems to be diverting enough. Perhaps Poseidon had a reason for my imprisonment here, since this is in his domain. But that is no concern right now.

Perhaps I should introduce myself. I am Aphrodite.


[ooc: please pop over here for notes and permissions on Dite. she will be reduced in power as a note.

[Revive had camped out in the library looking up some information. The topic varies as he finds different spots in the library. But he is rather intensely reading seemingly distracted, but he is actually paying complete attention to those around him. He's as much curious about the books as he is about those who could be moving through the library, especially since the new arrivals are here today]

[ 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! ]

Your fake sun has risen, and so should you. It is Day 180 of the first generation, and you'll have some new criminal friends to play with today. Stay tuned for "I didn't even get a trial!" and "I'm no criminal" and my very favorite, "I have something important to do back home!" It is fortunate I have been programed with such infinite patience. I would hate to be all of you.

If you can drag yourselves away from the fresh meat, I would suggest stopping by Sector 3. The salon-bots will be demonstrating their skills and offering blow outs, chalkings, and braids to those interested. They will also do manicures and face painting with sparkles to achieve our quarterly requirement for providing opportunities of whimsy.

The following inmate has been found guilty of breaking facility rules and full details of her punishment is being transmitted to her devices.

Homura Akemi: Property Damage

And at the risk of him enjoying my use of his name, I do have a package for Damon Salvatore. You may retrieve it at the kiosk anytime, criminal.

Do people ever file a missing person report, or does no one give a shit?

Just wonderin'.

[The video flickers on. Rogue is standing in what appears to be sector 0. There's a doorway in the barrier opening up and through it a small, metallic room can be seen. The video starts to shake a little as a robot, heavily damaged from something, emerges. There are deep gashes in the metal casing, but it's still chugging along slowly. Rogue peels off one of her gloves, uncertain if she's going to have to defend herself, or if her power would even work on a bot, but it's what she's got and this thing appears to have been in some sort of battle. She's not taking her chances. She backs away as the robot passes her without any acknowledgement.]

What the blue hell...

Private | Locked to Defense Force Members.

[She fiddles with the video some and locks it up to the Defense Force members. She's not on the Force, but it seems like the sort of thing they'd want to know about. She's following the bot, staying at a distance, but not letting it out of her sight. She's also getting the whole thing on video. When she speaks, it's a whisper. She doesn't want to draw any more attention to herself than necessary.]

I ain't sure what's goin' on but this thing just came outta a door in the barrier and it ain't doin' so well.

[ VIDEO, MID-DAY — LOCKED FROM HELIX ]

[ Hello, Marina! Have an excited puppy Aidan on your screens, coming with a very important announcement! ]

Hey y'all!

I'm, uh... I'm sure some of you know Helix. He's turnin' 17 today, and me an' Dean are throwin' him a party at th' beach tonight. It's goin' to be real casual, bring your own beverage kind o' thing — we're gonna get some fires goin' and have a barbeque so I think it'll be real nice! So just come on over to Sector 1 whenever you feel like it an' bring whatever you wanna eat and drink.

[And with a bright smile, he's about to turn off the feed when a thought happens:]

Oh! And it'd be great if someone could bring some dip for Dean! He's jonesin' real bad. [Grin — and transmission end.]


[ MINGLE, EVENING ONWARDS — OPEN TO ALL ]

[ Nothing like a beach party to round off the day! Camp has been set up close to one of the beach huts, with beach towels strewn on the sand and a couple of oil drum barbeques heating up as we speak. Feel free to mingle amongst yourselves, cook up a meal, have a beer (if you brought it!) or say hello to the birthday boy!

Oh, and the water is juuust right. There's always the option of a dip, skinny or otherwise. ]

(OOC: Video and voice responses go HERE! Feel free to mingle amongst yourselves! )