MarinaNova Asylum

[ a smiling, professional face appears on the fed, now that she's gotten the hang of it. Her experience with Stark Technology certainly did her credit as did her training. There's hardly a trace of fear or panic in her voice at all despite how real it feels. ]

I am well aware this isn't a normal prison, but I have at least one question I wish to have answered. What year is it? If not for this place, then for the time from which you came.

[ because the technology is different, the people are all talking rather strangely and of course there's the issue of -- what she perceives to be -- aliens running loose through the dome. This was hardly where she had expected to be today. ]

[ As for Peggy Carter, it should be easily deducted by the video backdrop that she's in the library. She has been doing her homework today as any good woman should. ]

[Despite a somewhat stressful day of new arrivals and realizations, Kitty worked on putting together a dinner to share with Reid, Laura, and Laura's guest. Somehow the "guest" fancied up her plans which were originally more along the lines of Chinese take out and sweats. Instead, she dressed for a "dinner party" and picked up Italian along with some wine. There was even a little cleaning before everyone showed up.]

(OOC: Just tag yourself in before, during, and/or after dinner. Mix and match threads. Probably try to avoid 3 and 4 person threads.)

[The voice that cuts across the network is abrupt, angry, and faintly accented – Mexican, for those with a good ear. (Though, that deduction is probably easier to come to when you spot the matching face.) It doesn't usually show, but Rictor's pissed, and he's not the only one in his team whose voice slides back into old habit when his emotions are riled.]

I want answers, and I want 'em now. What the hell is this place and who the hell is in charge? [No, he didn’t manage to catch the message droning on the communicator earlier, before anyone asks.] And whoever it was that brought me here is gonna freakin' regret it when I get my hands on you, hijo de puta.

[....]

[Oh yeah.]

And what the hell is this get-up supposed to be? I look like a freakin' Cheeto!

[There comes a time in every young (or not so young if you want to get technical about it) man's life when his best friend returns from the dead sort of and lands his jerk butt in the same underwater prison you happen to be staying at.]

[For the rest of your life.]

[So. Know what that means? That means plenty of bonding and bro times. Even if they're slightly questionable bro times.] I'm telling you, Bucky, it's not gonna work. [Says one Steve Rogers as he dubiously stares down at the drink in his hands.]

( tl;dr, in which Tony hates feelings )

[The door to Tony’s bedroom swings open as careless as ever, the usual smirking grin on his face. Except that he’s not the only person emerging.]

I still say that third round was all me.

[Bucky follows after him, rolling his eyes with a soft snort.] You wish, Stark. I put more force into it. And perfect aim.

I never said you’re not good, Barnes. But you rely too much on precision. No art to it. And you lose points for whining about the position. [Tony rests an elbow on the doorframe, leaning heavily. His arc reactor is very visible through his thin white t-shirt, casting a glow in the corridor.]

Just good? [He’ll take some exception to that and walk until he’s face-to-face with Tony, pointing at his chest.] Three rounds and that’s all you can say? Round four in ten minutes and I’ll show you just how good I am. And this time I pick the position. My ass still hurts from the floor last time.

[Tony laughs and give Bucky a good smack on the shoulder.] Breakfast first, or I’ll be picking you off the floor in an hour. Again. [He actually looks further down the hall and -- oh, hi Rogers. He knows just how this looks, but honestly doesn’t care.] And we really should make it best out of five.

Breakfast Mr. Stark? You sure know how to treat a fella. [Bucky turns his head just a little to see Steve and gives a little smile in hello before turning right back to Tony.] After last night you owe me sausage and eggs. The big link kind.

((OOC: Red font is Tony, Blue font is Bucky. See below for Steve's exploding head.))

Okay, what gives? [Hi, MarinaNova, Artemis is back, and she doesn't exactly remember the part where she left. She looks and sounds a liiiiittle annoyed.]

One minute I'm going to sleep and the next I'm wearing that jumpsuit everyone was talking about. Oh, and I finally got the welcome message now that I already know all of it. [She didn't know what her crimes were. She's not loving those which is just fuel to the fire.]

And what's the deal with this place? [She picks up a jar with a dark red liquid inside.] Is this supposed to be blood or something? [In fact it is. She's in the Vampire Blood Shack.] No one mentioned a prison goth bar.

(OOC: She kept her 4th wall memories, so she doesn't (didn't) think any time has passed since then.)

[In one corner of the athletic complex, Steve's slamming his wrapped fists against a poor, defenseless punching bag. All his movements are carefully controlled. And though his focus is intense, he's not ready to let loose yet. He jabs at it once, twice, feints a straight left, and then comes back to throw a right hook.]

[It sends the bag swinging in an alarming way, but manages to hold up to the blows. Steve pauses his actions and lets out a breath--stepping forward to place his hands on the bag in order to still it. And when it does stop, he leans his forehead against it.]

[He's having a bad day. Letting out some steam helps a bit, so he'll probably be here all night.]

[Pepper had quickly organized a few points of discussion, with a little help from Jane, all meant to manage the Avengers into something of a more cohesive unit, and also set down a few rules of coexistence. Bruce and Steve were easy enough to round up, and so was Thor, but Tony was difficult. Pepper had racked her brains for something, anything to lure him out of his workshop. Until inspiration struck, and she went looking for a string and an extra lacy pair of clean panties. Hey, she was up against a time limit here. She'll make it up to Tony afterwards. Pepper had a few things on her mind, like toilets, boundaries, and shopping, and she knew that it would be easier if things were quickly discussed, or else it would be dragged out for hours.]

[ooc: mingle style, dolls]

( Searching for the feeling of reality )

[Voice]

If we are so replaceable here, it is questionable about whether our lives hold the same weight here as they might elsewhere. Do your worlds value life? Are only some lives sacred and worth protecting? I want to understand this.

Awesome punishments they give around here. Kidnap and dismantle a robot for my own purposes -- entirely not evil, I assure you -- get sentenced to hard labor of creating three pieces of wall art. Never painted before, to be entirely honest, but luckily I'm good at everything.

[On the video feed are three canvases set up in the Education Center. One looks like he just tossed colors at the canvas (which is entirely accurate). The second... well. Sorry Steve, he literally couldn't resist. And the third is blank.]

Anyone want a caricature done? I'm definitely getting the hang of this. I can't promise it'll be flattering, or look anything like you, but I can promise I'll do a horrible French accent. I'm talking cringe-worthy, here. Takers?

[ One might spot a short boy in a charcoal grey hoody and jeans darting through Sector 2 today towards the Education center. He's got his hood pulled tightly over his head as he ducks under the main overhang leading into the front of the building. He finally pulls the hood back and shakes some of the moisture out of his feathers, though his shoulders are damp with moisture from walking around without an umbrella. He lights up and has a quick smoke outside before heading in. One might hear the squeaking of sneakers as he wanders through the hall towards the music room.]

((ooc: Pinging Bruce Banner, but anyone is welcome to catch him out and about in Sector 2 or at the Education Center. He can be seen at the Library, the Computer Lab, The Squeeze or the Bistro for most of the day or coming and going from the Streamline Complexes. He can also be seen taking smoke breaks under any sort of overhang away from the rain.))

Okay.

Let's get something straight.

[The camera swings over to left, revealing a dappled gray horse who is currently contentedly chewing on a piece of bright fuschia fabric, the same color, in fact, as the uniform that the speaker of this broadcast is currently wearing.]

Dakota over there? Not allowed to eat the uniform. You know how much time I spent trying to make this thing? I'd rather save the Avengers' sorry butts three times over than have to make another uniform again.

[No offense, guys. Though, speaking of, he's got a few words he'd like to say. He'd use the call card, but it doesn't seem to be working.]

Guys, if you're out there, I'd like to know which one of you got us into this mess. Miss Marvel, I'm lookin' at you.

[Gotta blame the rookie, after all.]

[A pale, dark-haired man in green and gold armor (though bare-headed) appears on the screen, and appears to be listening intently to something. And then he smiles. Gleeful. Manic, even. His very blue eyes rise to meet the camera as he spreads his arms wide.]

Well, isn't this exciting! Such a charming little setting, and with such noble goals.

I am truly obliged to the wardens for my freedom, such as it is.

[The smile widens even further, though the undercurrent of menace is unmistakable. ]

I am Loki of Asgard. And soon, I shall be your new master. [Loki makes a sweeping bow, and the feed ends.]

[ooc: Loki is post-Avengers movie. Because he is just visiting, I don't have a permissions page; if you would not like him to work his (reduced) mojo on your character if the opportunity presents itself, let me know.]

[ a sleek white wolf prowls quatro park, peering about the place at the curious plants and statues. some may see her divine markings, while others may see naught more than a large wolf, white as snow.

she pads through the park gracefully and quietly, paws nearly silent as they touch the ground. a few times she pauses to paw at the ground or snap her head up to sniff the air vigorously before moving on. she looks determined, as if she is searching for something -- ears at attention, nose working overtime.

at last, she looks directly into the communicator for a long moment with strangely bright, intelligent eyes --

and promptly goes back to pensively sniffing at a rosebush. ]

[What better place to get the feel for a new place than the local restaurant row? Or find people to talk to, or just grab a bite and a drink? Sector 2 sports the Sizzle and Sear, a steak and seafood house, as well as The Winery for those who prefer a more drink-focused agenda. After all, what better way to celebrate being in prison than fresh yellowtail and a bloody mary?]


((OOC: MINGLE for one and all! Anyone, 4th wall characters or Marina regulars, are welcome to post and thread right here.

A thread index (with character's name and canon assuming I can find it) will be posted under a cut after a bit.))

[Natasha's in civilian wear at the moment, long plain black pants and a nondescript shirt and jacket. If she had known that she was going to be kidnapped and sent to an underwater facility then she would have kept the electric taser in her boot and widow-themed weapons on her belt. unfortunately, it was her day off.]

[well, she's been through collectively worse. at least she wasn't strapped to a chair]

This is Black Widow. Hopefully imprisoning me in this facility was a part of your plan, which means you know what I'm capable of. If not, then consider this a test run.

[she pauses, packing her jacket with some convenient cutlery and broken shards of glass]

Twenty four hours. If you can't keep me here in that time span, then you'll have to reconsider what exactly this place is good for. [she turns off the feed, stretches her legs and shakes out her arms, and takes off for a run through quatro park. she'll probably stop to question the few people she comes across, but other than that she's running]

[ The video you are looking at is looking straight down onto the kiosk and processing plants, from pretty high up. From the ground, if you're happening by the floating island, you might see a head poking out from the edge.

Chuck Bartowski is trying very, very hard to sound like he's not freaking out. ]

Okay... um... [ Coughs, clears throat. ]

This is definitely not where I fell asleep last night. [ Another cough, voice sounds like it's maybe cracking a bit. ] Sarah? Gino?

I didn't mean to say all that stuff before, I swear! No need to send Chuck to the very, very high-up place...!

((OOC: Chuck is from the end of Season 3 of Chuck! He has his nifty watch and his Marina prime memories. He's referencing this incident that happened before he left.))

[Video]
[Pepper may be wearing orange, which is clashing horribly with her hair, but she's done the best she can with what she has. She's composed, hiding any sort of turmoil underneath the unruffled exterior.]

Good afternoon. I appear to have been taken to this place which I'm told is a prison under an ocean? I'm sure this is all a big misunderstanding and frankly I'm still not sure I should believe what I'm told.

[a tight smile, not reaching her eyes]

A few things to ask while I have your attention. Would anyone be familiar with Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Thor, Natasha Romanoff, or Clint Barton? I'm particularly interested in Tony Stark's whereabouts, if he's here. And finally, I would like confirmation on what I heard in that oh so informative 'welcome message' and if anyone at all has up to date information?

[Glitchy day, isn't it? How about this almost-snowstorm in the late-spring weather? Lovely.]

[What is actually, un-sarcastically lovely is a shot at getting one of the bots taken down while the glitching's providing a nice potential cover. Tony had to move up his plan a few days but the opportunity isn't one he can pass up, even if the shields don't seem to be down. He planned for that little contingency anyway. Particle physics is useful stuff.]

[It's outside the processing plant where he set up, trying to arrange for a bot fresh off the line, power source at full. He spots a likely candidate bopping on out and pausing to look at the small pile of litter someone left right in its path. From the around the corner, Tony smiles and hits the button, and there's a sharp zapping sound. Gotcha.]

[Voice | Encrypted to all Avengers]

Took down one of the patrol bots. Someone wanna help me with this thing? I have a cart and a cover but it's more of a two person job.

((OOC: Feel free to run into Tony just before he strikes -- so long as your character doesn't stop him -- or as he's searching the disabled bot and loading it up. Bot-napping was done with mod permission, no actual sentinels were harmed in the production of this post.))