MarinaNova Asylum

[it's just a blur of images for a single moment, until Cassandra hits the pavement smoothly and the video focuses on her black cowl and the yellow outline on her chest. Yes, it's a girl dressed up in a black costume and no, she isn't crazy. The costume itself should be recognizable to some, but to others...it'll look...odd, intimidating maybe, but mostly really weird.]

[Batgirl stares at the screen for a long minute. It's long enough to make anyone wonder if she's actually...going...to say anything.... Instead, she raises her right hand and...waves.]

[Then, she's looking away, communicator turning off in the process. She's looking for people she knows, and the video should be enough for them to respond. In the meanwhile, she's totally chilling in this awesome tree.]

[If it isn't alien invasions, it's being teleported to an underwater prison.

Having seen Cassie, he decides to chance it and send a message over the network.]

I would normally say "there must be some mistake," but I think we all know this is something a little less benevolent. Assuming that's the case, I'd appreciate a hand from my fellow inmates.

Not a literal hand, though. Kind of don't need that souvenir.

Team, if you're here, meet me in Sector 0.


[Dick Grayson as Nightwing from Young Justice. His voice is really, really similar to his younger counterpart's. Just FYI.]

[Hello people of Marina! If you're looking at the network, you'll notice a red-haired, green-eyed teenage boy and if the look on his face is any indication, he is not happy.]

Okay, can any of my fellow criminals tell me what in the heck is going on here!? Sure, I listened to the creepy greeting, but you'll have to forgive me if I don't fully believe what my kidnappers have to say. The last time I checked, you don't go to prison when you help save the world! [His frustration at his current situation can clearly be heard in his voice.]

[He rubs his face with a hand and releases a sigh, trying to calm himself down. Freaking out is going to get him nowhere.]

Any help I could get would be appreciated.

Good morning, my fellow inmates! [ one should not be this cheerful so early in the morning, but she somehow manages. ] My name is Quinn Fabray, and I have a proposition for you.

When I was in high school, I had the opportunity to be a part of something that made my teenage years feel a little less like hell. I made friends I wouldn't have otherwise made, and became part of a family that cared for and supported one another through the good times and bad. I wouldn't be who I am today without having been a part of that, and I'd like to give everyone the opportunity to be a part of that here.

After speaking with Euphemia, I'd like to propose a Glee Club. Traditionally, it's a show choir, where you sing and dance competitively, but being in Glee Club is more than that. It's about the freedom of expression and being a part of something that you enjoy, that gives you a reason to get up in the morning. So, if you love music, singing, or dancing - or if you just want to be a part of something, please sign up outside the theater or see me. I welcome and encourage everyone to be a part of Glee Club.

[ there's sign up sheets taped to the amphitheater doors in sector 4. for all your action-y purposes, quinn can be found sitting on the stage, going through sheet music. ]

( ooc → official sign ups HERE! makes it easier to keep track of. ♥ )

[Axel's been spending a lot of time in the library lately, mostly to find something decent to read so that he can pass the time, but today he's broken out some pencils and started to doodle random things on a blank piece of notebook paper.

In the middle of his sketching he picks up one of the pages and flicks on the communicator to show it off. You know, just because?]

Which one strikes fear into your heart? This one? Or this one?

[... Ok, so that second one isn't really that detailed, but you get the idea I'm too lazy to draw that. Anyway, his point is, the latter would be totally more effective at keeping people out of trouble. Or something like that, you know?]

Yo, DF. Or anyone, really. Think our lovely wardens would let my babies come to the dome? You can't tell me they don't look menacingly precious.

[If you wish to talk to him face to face, then he'll be at the library doodling away~]

[Video]

[Oh look, it's a Robin hanging out in the library. How unexpected.]

Acumen, noun: "the ability to make good judgements and quick decisions." Sentience, noun: "having the quality of being sentient." Conscienti, Latin: the root word of "conscientiousness." Veridical, adjective: "Truthfulness, seeing reality for what it is."

Has anyone else ever wondered about the wardens' names? I mean, whoever made these prisons could've named them Bob or Hal or anything else. It wouldn't make a difference in the end. But there's something about the wardens' names that makes me feel like maybe there's more to it. Hints about the wardens' programming? Their way of thinking? I can't put my finger on it but it feels important.

Speaking of important, am I the only one mildly alarmed by the loud scratching coming from that walled-off sector? Because it doesn't exactly sound like it's holding back an army of adorable, cuddly puppies.


[Private video + action for the Sector 4 patrol team]

Hey, guys. It's time for our first team meeting. I'll be at the Athletic Complex in Sector 1 in two hours; think you guys can be there by then?

[Whenever the team shows up, Robin will be there as promised! It looks like he's setting up for sparring but there's also a cluster of chairs-- so it'll be a meeting and a teambuilding exercise.]

[A video feed flickers on and for a moment, all you can see is the pavement. Not too long after that, though, there's some jostling, like someone's turning it over in their hands, and--a face! A stern and not so happy face.]

I'm starting to think I'm not the "settling" kind of guy. [Waking up almost seventy years later had been a bummer and now he was stuck in some underwater prison. When will the world give Steve Rogers a break?]

Anybody else wanna take a guess at what's inside those doors? [He turns the video to that heavily guarded building in Sector 0. The warden facility.] A lot of restricted areas in this sector.

[But he makes no move to head toward the building. He's actually some distance away, seated on a bench in that awful orange jumpsuit and not attracting any robot attention.]

[Tim doesn't like talking to the network. He really doesn't. Specially now that they have moved and he hasn't gotten the hang of this new network, so he isn't sure if someone tech-savvy could manage to track him down or something like that.

Which is probably why even if he's only working with the voice feed he's talking to the network as "Alvin" and not Robin. But he's kind of freaking out after waking up with a huge headache and a set of memories that weren't there before, so network post it is.]

Uh... hi. Alvin Draper here.

I was wondering of someone had any information on the Stabilizer? What it does to you, how does it get to you and your memories- things like that. If someone has been in contact with before I'd like to know about their experience.

I won't pry, I promise. I just want as much information about it as possible.

Thanks.

[Private to Steph]

So in case you hadn't guessed... we should probably talk?

[The video cuts on in motion, the world zooming by at a tilt and a whirl. There's a laugh in the background, but it's hard to see just who's causing it. And then it turns and there's black hair, blue eyes, and for some probably a somewhat familiar face. ]

Boy, did I wake up to a doozy. What a weird joint. Some of the roofs make for great jumping, I'll give ya that, but it's not like any prison I've ever heard of.

[Sure, orange isn’t really his color, but he’s worn weird things considering he spent twelve years in the circus. Not that he likes it either, but hey, he can manage. He took a lot of the morning to settle in, trying to find any exits--which there weren't. Great for him.]

Hey, if you send a kid to prison, don't you have to tell their guardian? There's a law about that. What kind of prison breaks laws just to arrest people for breaking laws? Talk about backwards.

Okay, done with the yada-yada, my name's Dick, and I guess I'm your new neighbor. I'd be pretty grateful to the first person to direct me to the best food around here.

[For now. He's still fully planning on breaking out, but if he's here, he'll make the best of it just like he always does. So pay no attention to the boy who's taking to jumping from building to building in Sector 4 and then moving on to Sector 5. Sorry to anyone who lives in the houses.]

I grow weary of this. [This is coming from the tall, muscular blond who has been throwing himself at the dome walls in utter fury for the past ten minutes. He is powerless again, it seems, entirely mortal, clothed in this strange, orange garb, and without Mjolnir. What he does not understand is why his hammer does not return to him, no matter how hard he calls to it. Has he not continued to prove that he is worthy of its power? And what of Loki, and the Tesseract?]

[His brows are furrowed, and though he isn’t aware of it, Thor looks utterly savage in that moment.] Come. Show yourselves. I am tired of these games. [Being locked in this place like an animal, suddenly fragile and mortal once more. Even shouting to Odin had done no good. Either his father was ignoring him, or…]

[No. He did not want to think about what else could possibly be happening. He needed to get out, and quickly. Loki couldn’t possibly be behind this after the beating he had taken.]

So. [A handsome man in a precise goatee appears on the video, perfectly calm -- and in fact, quite bored -- munching on some kind of crunchy snack as he speaks. He's in the basement of one of the larger buildings, pieces of electronics strewn about around him.] This sucks.

[He'd have to make do with what he could pilfer from the computer lab and so-called "electronics" store, slim pickings though they are. It's a damn good thing he's Tony Stark, or he'd be in real trouble.]

[He digs for more of whatever he’s eating -- salted cashews, as it turns out -- his bag crumpling loudly in the mic.] Did anyone else notice the lack of 7-11 around here? If we’re going to be locked up for eternity I’m definitely going to need a Slurpee. Not that the prison bowling alley isn’t a nice touch.


((OOC: He's not in plain sight, but if you want to stumble upon him for [action] just let me know and we'll work something out!))

[There's a very small white fuzzy animal wearing a tiny orange jumpsuit on your communicators now.]

[His location is obscured by very carefully-chosen lighting and placement.] Ah-ha, it looks like a lot of things have changed!

Based on the nature of today's commotion, it seems like some of you have been here for a while. Meaning that I've been gone! Will anyone tell me what I've missed since Sentience's reinstatement?

[QB shifts his weight so that he can scratch behind his ears with a hindpaw.] And please don't waste your time with banal questions. I am not a cat or a rabbit.

[Gravity. There was gravity. This was fantastic beyond any sort doubt. There was no way that this wasn't a fantastic thing. So much time spent floating around aimlessly, having nothing to do but count the particles flying past and listen to the endless rambling of that space obsessed sphere. Finally he was somewhere. He didn't know where he was, but at least he was somewhere.]

Hello?

[his voice gets more excited]

Is anyone there? Fantastic place you got here, whoever I'm talking to... I just uh, ah, er, Just wanted to tell you that I'm here, on the floor. Completely unattached and disoriented from any sort of locomotion. Yup, just sittin' 'ere. On the floor. Waiting... Waiting.

...

Could... could someone come over here and pick me up?

I haven't the slightest idea where I am, but there's, huh. Hm. A floor. That should be a good enough starting point.

[a feed flickers on to reveal what’s probably a familiar face--like Cain’s, but with hair that appears to be cared for, and for those of you who are observant enough to be detailed oriented, he has blue eyes as opposed to green.

he’s glowering, looking so unamused that he’s scathing, head tilted downwards as his eyes are rolled up towards the camera.]

Hello.

My name is Rion Steiner. Apparently, some of you have heard of me from Cain—the one who looks just like me. I’m... [he seems to start over.] Everything he's said... isn't true. I'm not like him.

[Rion is apparently struggling. visibly. his palm is on his forehead, now--he looks pensive, eyes aimlessly staring somewhere at the floor. he appears stressed. it's been one thing after the other. he isn't supposed to be here. not with them. not anywhere.]

...Birdman and Cain... don't trust them. Birdman especially—don't be fooled by him. I've seen their correspondences, and he isn't what he appears.

[he seems to recover a little, but damn if he doesn't still look pissed.]

I'm not slandering their names in turn for what Cain has said about me—I don't care about what you think of them—but for your own good, just stay away from them.

As for your opinion of me... whether you think I'm a murderer or exactly as terrible as Cain says, I don't care.

Just know that I am not like them...

[A young teenage girl with long dark hair appears on the network dressed in the compulsory jumpsuit, her face rather well composed for someone who just turned up in a prison on another planet of all places. Maybe she's really not disturbed. Or maybe she's just really good at hiding it. But she's certainly hiding any hint of emotions about it.]

I'm going to go ahead and guess that no one knows a way out of here.

[She pauses, closing her eyes briefly, taking a breath in and releasing it. Her violet eyes reopen.]

My name is Homura Akemi. I'm looking for a Madoka Kaname. If anyone has any information on her presence here or otherwise, please let me know. Your help is most appreciated. [She gives a curt bow.]

[With those few words, the video ends. The less she has to worry about unnecessary, uninformative chatter at the moment, the better.]

((OOC: Going to be slow, it's my final week here.))

[ Gwen’s heels click notably as she tucks them together, rather nervous in spite of herself. Ignoring the faint twist in her stomach, because this will only get easier with time and exposure, she turns on the communicator.

So, Marina Nova, have one (1) Gwen Stacy. Not a hair is out of place and while she’s not smiling, there is a soft neutrality to her expression. ]

Hello. I assume you’ve all got busy days ahead of you, so I’ll keep this brief. [ There’s the slightest twinge of amusement to her words, not at the expense of anyone but herself. ] My name is Gwen Stacy and any crimes this facility believes I have committed are false. I would like to request a meeting with the Warden to clear up any misconceptions and discuss my release. [ You hear that, Warden? SHE’S COMING FOR YOU.

More accurately, she’ll wait here, continuing to clash. ]

I appreciate your cooperation and await your response. [ Only mildly pretentious, yeah. The feed ends there. She’s not expecting any responses but she won’t ignore anyone who answers, either. Any one of them could be the Governor! ]

I have to admit, MarinaNova is definitely an upgrade. I know I said Marina was a resort before, but now we literally have a spa and hot springs. It would've been nice to have gotten a warning before the jump, though.

Anyway, how's everyone holding up? If it's any consolation, I haven't noticed anything too dangerous so far. And the food is edible.


[Filtered to Stephanie Brown | Special encryption: 80% unhackable]

Hey, Steph, I've got a proposition for you.

Good day, Marina-- or, I suppose, Marina Nova. I hope everyone is adjusting as well as can be expected. We've suffered some tremendous losses [herself very much included,] but I am certain we will be able to manage things as well as possible.

With regards to the Defense Force -- with Suzaku Kururugi among those lost, and the Wardens confirming for me that weapons and life sign monitoring are no longer available -- I would like to make a proposal. [and she's going to make it openly, so anyone can weigh in... trolls she can handle, and it's worth the risk to give everyone a chance to speak.]

Although I believed strongly in Suzaku and what he did with the Force, there was something troubling me. In some cases, members' primary motivation for joining was to obtain a weapon. And while I know for a fact that Suzaku would not admit anyone who was not suitable, it nonetheless seems as though such a team should have members whose primary reason for joining is belief in its purpose. And further, I believe that the invasion of privacy that the former Defense Force utilized for monitoring life signs made inmates uneasy. I know I had my own questions about such methodology, but it was not my team and thus not my place to debate what was in place.

However, now that many things have begun anew, I am wondering if there are those among us who believe strongly enough in protecting others that they would agree to do so without the promise of a weapon, or any such personal gain. A new leader would need to be elected, and I would be happy to oversee the process if the potential members would like. Any and all proposals will be considered.

With regards to weaponry and special abilities for those who would use them in defense of themselves or others, that is a battle that I will continue to fight with the Wardens, regardless of whether there is a formal Defense Force. I believe in our members, and all of you will have my full support regardless of the status of the organization as a whole.

Hello, everyone!

[No, he doesn't realize he's shouting.]

Those loud speakers are really loud, huh?

[He's on the floating island, so those speakers were really close to him.]

Does anyone have a really long ladder?

[Because there's no way down.]

Orange jumpsuits? Can't you guys be a bit more creative? I mean, I realize that orange is pretty demoralizing but what about blue? Or the classic with black and white stripes?

A little bit of variety here would be nice!

[ he plucks at this jumper and then shakes his head ] Man, I never thought I'd have to add getting sent to prison twice on my Marina Bingo card. What's next? Dolphin eats a newbie?

Private Voice to Peter Parker:

Hey there. Found your suit and thought you'd rather I take it then it go missing on you. You can actually fit in this thing?

((ooc: After Dean does the whole "collect your things" deal, he'll be wandering and winding up at the Rusty Spoon in Sector 4. Because when in doubt, follow your nose. Ain't nothing like a burger to make a day that much better! No matter the time of day. ))