MarinaNova Asylum

[ACTION]

[Kitty was admiring the cuter versions of the new Marina inspired clothing at Bullseye today. Anyone else shopping?]

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[VOICE - closed to Richie]

Hey, did you wanna get together tonight at the computer lab and start brainstorming that translator we were talking about the other day?

[ 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.]

I'd like to play a game with all of you if I might. [Because if she doesn't she won't be fulfilling her punishment.] I know yesterday was a little surprising for a lot of us. This might be a good way to relax a little.

I'll think of an object or location that can be found here in Marina—a different one for anyone who wants to play. You can ask me up to 20 questions, but I have to be able to answer with either a yes or a no. You'll use the questions to guess what object I'm thinking of.

And I suppose we can start!

[ action - closed to Asami ]

[Korra jogs back to the apartment, sweaty and cheerful. She'd woken up in a pretty foul humor that morning, but getting out of the apartment and working out helped.

Maybe now Asami's mere presence will stop getting under her skin.]


[ action - open to all ]
[After that argument with Asami, Korra needs to clear her head. She heads up to Trois Park to try and meditate.]

--cannot simply enjoy your own toy? [The picture first opens up choppily and blurred as it moves around and the sound of bells chiming very close by. It takes a few seconds for it to be clear that there are green fields and luscious plants in bloom around. Someone is near the gardens in the park. And they are laughing.

A meow is loud as if the cat is crying out right near the microphone of the communicator. Because it is. The bells keep ringing.]

Just because it has bells doesn't mean it is for you to play with. [The picture is jerked about again, the communicator landing on the ground looking up from an angle. Suddenly, a black shadow tumbles into view and then moves again to give sight to Itachi laying on the ground holding his arm up just out of the line of sight. His hair is falling out of the usual neat ponytail and around his face, messy from whatever struggle he's been fighting. The little black kitten shakes its head from where it had tumbled to the ground and then immediately is leaping back on him, trying to climb up his arm to get to whatever is out of view.]

Then have it your way. [There's another fond laugh before he lowers the wide brim straw hat with torque chimes dangling from it down, closer to his chest. The kitten proceeds to jump on it and knock it to the ground, the bells stopping with a thump. Not that Shinju cares, she's going to bat them around herself until she gets the sound she wants. And Itachi plans on letting her.]

You're worse than he was. Not an easy feat.

[Someone might want to mention that this is recording. He hasn't bothered to notice.]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 213 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ sunny with warm breezes ].

The following inmates have been found guilty of breaking the [ facility rules ]. Full details of their punishment will be transmitted to their devices shortly.

Roxy Lalonde: Sex.

Inmate [ Zero Kiryuu ], your presence is required at the Kiosk.

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

((OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Don't forget that there's an event happening this week! ))

[It's safe to say that the past few days haven't been Yuuki's best. Really, not since the arrival of a once friend from home, yet she's tried her best to ignore and avoid that particular reminder of the past. She's never been punished by the wardens before, though, and she can't help but to feel a little mopey. Oh,all right, sure, she was involved with the destruction of a tree. But she would have happily skipped out on having her body smashed through it if possible. The wardens are impossible. And now she has to perform as a punishment. Great.

Sitting in the library, buried beneath a pile of books on music theory, song writing, and who knows what else, she's vexed beyond belief. Her performance can be anything, but singing a song sounds a lot easier than creating a play of some sort. With a small sigh she glances up toward the screen upon her device, strewn over all her paper work and notes.]

So... when looking for inspiration, where do you normally look?

[Because this is impossible. Honestly, she's not even sure where to start.]

Hey. Terry McGinnis. [Terry waves to the camera, easy-going smile on his face.] I've been here about a week, but I never officially introduced myself. [he raises an arm in greeting.] Here I am.

[The smile fades, but he keeps his expression neutral.] So what do you guys think about this whole clone thing? Do you buy it? You think there's a difference, or that people can tell the difference?

And would you want them to.

( Read more... )

[video];


[The feed opens centered on Tear, professionalism nearly flawless-- it's not nerves, so much as simply not being used to do this. At least her even tone doesn't betray her]

There are several people I recall responding to Pepper Potts' initial planning of a book club some time ago. With Ms. Potts now gone, Peggy Carter and I have decided to continue with its organization, and so we would like to know who may still be interested. Of course, arrivals since then or anyone else hearing of this for the first time, as well.

Thank you.



[action]; sector 5, afternoon


[With the rains over, she can be spotted making a round in the Memorial Gardens to see how her recent flowerbeds have fared-- it's a familiar activity to boost "rehab points"-- before migrating to the Graveyard, taking a few moments before the solitary pillar there, and the tiny little plot in front of it. Like the other beds, it's too soon for anything to have sprouted, though the rain will certainly help.

Maybe it's because some names engraved there are personal, or maybe because there's nothing here for them yet, that she kneels down after a time, not bothered in the slightest by the still wet grass as she starts to set glyphs circles and craft a few of the crystal flowers she made for Garcia the day before. They'll last no more than a week, but they're at least something.

She's actually not averse to company now, and wouldn't be surprised by anyone coming; the magic-like lights and runes are definitely visible from a distance]

[[ooc: putting this down before heading to work, will get to replies later tonight o/]]

Video

[Anyone remember seeing that white creature moving around the dome yesterday? Well, try as you might, you aren't going to find it. At least that is the hope.

However, a late introduction from someone who didn't seem to be around yesterday. M'gann has her restraint off and her powers are back! So have a red-headed freckle faced girl over communicator]

Good morning everyone. I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. I managed to find a few friends of mine so they were helping me get settled in. My name is Megan Morse.

This is some place, isn't it? I wouldn't think there would be so much in a prison. Apartment buildings, pets, it's amazing. I looked at the map, but I really need to get out and see what else is here. I'd rather not be in a prison, but for having to be in one, this isn't too bad.

Also it is normal for there to be days where there are food carts? I can't wait to try some of the pastries the warden was talking about.

[ooc: Action is also available for Young Justice crew at the apartment]

[Waking up is always disorienting for Peter. Waking up in an unfamiliar place wearing clothes that aren’t his is nearly panic inducing. It’s enough that he doesn’t really absorb or register the welcome message that is presented to him. His mind jumps to conclusions: maybe what happened to Dr. Connors is happening to him; the spider DNA is taking over the human DNA and he’s blacking out. Maybe the police caught him and he has a massive head injury, which is why he can’t remember how he got here wearing a prison jumpsuit.

Except…except when he looks around, this isn’t like any prison he’s ever seen, any he’s ever heard of. Once he calms down, he notices that he’s nearly deaf and blind which brings about a fresh wave of panic during which he realizes he’s neither deaf or blind, he’s simply lacking all the spidey senses he’s become so accustomed to. After some experimentation involving doorknobs and benches, he discovers that his super strength is gone as well. It becomes apparent his balance has returned to normal pre-bite clumsy when he trips over his own feet walking over to sit on the bench he’d just been trying to mutilate. That’s when he finally pays attention the information he’s been given and figures out (to a degree) what’s going on. He doesn’t contact the network quite yet though. Instead, he liberates a pair of jeans, a tee shirt, tennis shoes and a hoody, changes into them and hits the food stands. It’s only after he’s dressed and has been fed that he decides to navigate the network. At least his tech knowledge and ability hasn’t been stripped from him.]

And suddenly I’m in Sci-Fi Land, which I always thought should be a real place in Disneyland. I mean they’ve got Tomorrowland, but who are we kidding? It didn’t look anything like what I imagined the future would be. They could bling it out with tech and holograms, all kinds of shiny things and lights, people walking around in too much latex. Maybe an alien or two, the friendly sort…

[He stops rambling and his brow furrows a moment.] That—that got away from me. Any chance Oscorp has their fingers in this?

[ He’d question NYPD because they want Spiderman gone as much as anyone, but he doesn’t think they have the juice or funds to make that happen, not to mention that as far as he knows, they don’t know Peter Parker and Spiderman are one and the same.]

[ooc: If you’d like to action, you can catch Peter in sector 0 wearing the orange jumpsuit, trying to break a bench or a doorknob or a something. You can come upon him sitting on the bench and learning all about Marinanova or shopping in the clothing stores or scarfing down an incredible amount of food at any number of street vendors]

[video]
[The feed flickers on to show...sand? Yeah, somebody decided to hurl her weird little headpiece thing in a fit of pique.]

No. NO!

[She continues, voice alternating between rage and despair. Eventually, the feed times out.]


[action]

[If you happen to be on the beach this morning, you may come across a teenager in a bright orange jump suit stubbornly hitting her ankle with a large rock.]

[ amidst the chaos of day 205, there is at least one person who hasn't found time to freak out yet; after all, as far as the pink-haired girl sitting in sector 3's park with a cup of hot chocolate is concerned, today is just another quiet day. she has a warm drink in her hands, cute enough clothing to feel good about it, and she's even shut off her communicator to allow for the perfect relaxation experience.

the bots near her, the ones danging mistletoe ominously? she's just assumed those are decorations. after all, it's not like they could hold any real significance... right? right. so she sits on a bench with her drink, sipping quietly and smiling.

today is going to be a good day - she can feel it. ]

[Hey look robots. Terry will be keeping an eye on them as he goes about his morning jog and into his morning parkour practice.He'll be damned if a lack of a Batsuit is going to make him stay on the ground all day.]

[He's looking around for anything that looks like a decent challenge to climb, making sure he actually can climb it, and looking for people because he knows how ridiculous this looks. That's a lot of stuff to keep track of, and he's bound to miss a good amount of it.]

[Or find him wandering around a little later in the day, behaving a bit more normally and trying to see what he can find out about making weapons around here.]

((ooc: Botless tags are fine too if you just wanna make fun of Terry for being a spaz or whatever! Just say so in the subject.))

After four days to settle himself in and one massive celebration, the Doctor decided to venture out to do some exploring, particularly in Sector 2. He'd gotten up extra early for it, trying his hardest not to wake Rose up while shuffling around her flat. Well, their flat really, but it'd been her first and he wasn't used to the idea of it being his as well. He hoped she didn't mind, as he wasn't going to Sector 6. He'd promised.

At least he made breakfast first? It wasn't much. Just a bunch of burnt toast all laid out for her enjoyment.

With a fresh suit and a pair of trainers, the Doctor headed out into the city. First thing was first; locate the area he'd been told about and ask for Kitty Pryde.

Good morning, inmates.

Today is day [ 201 ] of the first generation. Robots will be cleaning the dome after yesterday's [ festivities ]. Please be aware of this disturbance as you go about your day. [ Volunteers ] are welcome to help out and will be rewarded for their efforts accordingly.

There are currently [ no ] pending requests.

Have a nice day.

[ And like the last few times, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]


((OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Volunteers for clean-up duty will receive some rehabilitation points! ))

Happy Anniversary, Marina Nova!

The bots have been busy cleaning up the dome and setting up decorations for this momentous occasion, and by now there isn't a nook or cranny left un-pimped! Bright blue MarinaNova flags wave happily in the artificial breeze together with the colorful ribbons that have been wrapped around poles. The streets are illuminated by strings of lights and paper lanterns and each sector gate has been lovingly decorated with fragrant flower garlands.

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!

[ ♚ public video & action ]

[ Sheryl might not need to work anymore, but she was still a musician at heart. Telling her not to make music, would be telling her she had nothing to live for anymore. These past few months, Sheryl was still making music.

And being on stage again was a dream to her. She was wearing this outfit that took her some time to have made. Appearances like this really brought back a lot of memories. Before she became the Galactic Fairy, she had started out performing in places like these. ]

EVERYONE, LISTEN TO MY SONG!

I can no longer remember the start of this journey.
Before I realized, I was already here.
As the seasons wore away,
Those who sense the invisible infrared rays become lost.

I will probably lose them,
These feelings that I risk for life for.
I loved as if I were fighting to survive.
I spent all my time building my dream.
I wanted to land on that star.
I wanted to fly in your sky.

[ After the performance, she gives a deep bow and waved to the audience. A moment later, she picks up something from behind the stage and shows it to the audience. It looked like a CD and it had Sheryl's image on it. It was a CD she had been working on and it was difficult considering the lack of the resources she was used to. But she was a pro, wasn't she? She can work with what she had. ]

Thank you! Thank you, everyone!

I have been working very hard on this for several months now. I wish for everyone ... to get a copy ... and listen to my song. In my heart, I will always be a musician.

And this prison won't silence me!

[ ♚ private text || Lyle Dylandy ]

is it too early to ask for a second date?

[ ooc: aka don't worry. She needs help with some grunt work. ]

[All things considered, Zatanna looks fairly calm as the feed turns on. There's no murderous glint in her eyes, no sadness, or even the slightest hint of annoyance...other than the giant earmuffs she had placed over her ears to block out that awful music.]

[Because of this, her voice is slightly louder than usual as she addresses the Network.]

Now, based on past experience with the Gruesome Twosome, I'm guessing "encouraged" is Warden-speak for "practically mandatory"...which, for once, I'm actually kinda okay with. I even have a couple idea in mind. Might need an assistant or two, though.

Any volunteers? I promise it's nothing dangerous.

Good morning, inmates.

Today is day [ 199 ] of the first generation. Those of you that are of a [ mathematical ] persuasion may have noticed that we are approaching an [ anniversary ]. A celebration will be held tomorrow and all inmates are encouraged to prepare [ performances ] for the occasion. Volunteers are also welcome to help out with the festivities.

Requested items for [ Spencer Reid and Wally West ]are now available for pickup at the Kiosk.

[ And like the last few times, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]


((OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! ))