MarinaNova Asylum

[Stiles? Is kind of freaking out. While he's used to getting calls from his friends about having woken up in strange places or not knowing how they got somewhere? It doesn't usually happen to him. He's pacing back in forth in the room he woke up in. He's already listened to the greeting -- and an underwater prison? Really? How is this even possible? He has roughly ten thousand questions and he missed his last dose of Adderall and where the hell is Scott? His heart is beating too fast and he rakes his hand through his hair, eyes wide. Remembering Lydia's trick about holding your breath when you're having a panic attack, he tries that first.

[Then he reaches up and turns on the communicator that is on his head and he doesn't remember putting it on so there's also that. Oh my god. What is my life? he wonders, eyes still alarmingly and almost comically wide.]

Dude. Please tell me someone here knows Scott McCall.

[Because right now that is the one person that Stiles really wants to see because if Scott is there, he knows that somehow, everything is going to be okay.]

Anyone? Bueller...?

[ First, the video, locked to Jane Crocker and Jake English. She's... obviously kind of definitely tipsy, if not a teeny bit drunk. Looks like someone found one of the places that serves alcohol. ]

HAAAAAAAY, crazy kids, there is glitter chalk out here! It's awesome! Come deface shit with me!

[ She blows a kiss and cuts the feed. Hopefully she's outside either the old apartment or the new one... ]


[ And, for the rest of Marina, outside one of the apartment buildings, having commandeered two buckets of chalk (just in case), there is a slightly drunk 15-year-old blonde girl drawing wizards and strange-looking kittens all over the sidewalk. There has been heavy use of glitter chalk in this art, and it's already smudged all over her.

She's friendly! Come join her in non-permanently defacing her surroundings! ]

[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.]

( 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.

It's raining. [The obvious weather report has been stated. You're welcome.] So, we can't really play today, but today would be too soon anyway. We need to get the rosters back up first. [Anyone know what he's talking about? Being clear wasn't really important, was it?]

But in a few days we should have a baseball game! [And then all those cheerleaders will have something to cheer at. Otherwise they might have to cheer at science class or something.]

Um, but first we need a team captain for the other team and more players. So who wants to play?


(OOC: Current roster here. Let me know if you have a kid that needs to be removed or moved to the other team or someone that should be added! Also, if someone else wants to manage cheerleading elsewhere I'm happy to just link to your post or you can drop notes on this and I'll add them!)

[Hige had ignored the communicator for the time being. Instead, he was wandering around, sniffing at things. That's right. This kid was sniffing things. He looked human enough, except for the dog collar loosely hanging around his neck, and his pausing to sniff might seem a little strange. He had his hands tucked in his pockets as he wandered. Mostly, his sniffing was gravitating him towards food locations.]

{OOC: Hige is a wolf. However, most normal humans will see him as a human unless he chooses to let them see his wolf side. Some humans can see the wolf, and those are probably special humans. In Wolf's Rain, those who are "Nobles" can see them, and, from what understanding I was able to glean from it, Nobles are humanoid, but mystical in some way. So, I'm thinking anyone who has special powers involving sight or psychic ability would probably be able to see that he's a wolf. Also, other animals can see it. He can also communicate with other animals as well. So, if your character has a pet, the pet can tell he's not human.

Also, Hige has an ubersensitive sense of smell. If you don't want me to have him detect what your character is, let me know.}

[ It's after nightfall when he makes his first transmission, screen mostly dark save for the glowing cherry of a lit cigarette and whatever small light that spills in over the edge of the marble stone. It's enough to catch slicked back blond hair, the vague outline of a muscular man in his mid-twenties.

No jumpsuit here. He took care of that as soon as he realized the sun wasn't trying to set him on fire. ]

Gotta say… I'm not much liking this trend of bein' whisked away to some secret location without my say-so. Sure, some blokes might find it romantic and spontaneous, but I've always been a big fan of bein' the one to do th' whiskin'. Makes me feel all manly inside.

Nice digs you got here, by the way. All bottom of the ocean… beats a sardine can any day. I mean, you can say a lot about the nazis but they sure didn't put any bowling alleys in their submarines. [ He pauses to take a drag, face temporarily lit up by the embers. As human as they come, this one. ] Plenty of rations though… and that's another thing you got right about this place. Plenty of little Happy Meals on legs, just walkin' around… warms the cockles of your heart, really.

So… I only got one question. [ Another drag, the smoke released through a toothy grin.] Who do you kill for fun around here?


[ ACTION ]

[ After making the transmission (and making sure for at least the fifth time that he can slip back into game face again) Spike leaves his comfortable spot in Sector 5 to wander night-time Marina. Or rather, prowl because this vampire hasn't eaten since before the Initiative snatched him up and after that whole debacle he's not too keen on resorting to blood bags just to ease his hunger. Oh no, something hot and fresh would be so much better... ]


((OOC: First bite has already been promised to Miranda, but he does have a handy dandy permissions post for other bite and/or punching related inquiries! ))

You know, for a prison, it's quite nice. One would expect cells and the like, not decently appointed rooms and warm food. Quite a change from some other places I've been.

Well, barring that little inn in the last town my friends and I were at. The mistress there was a very adept cook. Of course, we couldn't stay there too long since one of my companions decided to try and seduce her. Waking up to a fight in the hallway in the middle of the night has a habit of hurrying any group out the door, provided someone's throwing things at them.


Ah... I digress.

Would someone please tell me where I can find something other than this... garish orange thing to wear? It's neither my color, nor my style.

[the communicator flicks on to a lot of throat clearing and subtle coughing. For a moment Stiles thinks about shutting the screen off and burying his head in his books, but. It's too late for that, right?]

Right so. Uh, I'm still pretty new to this place, but even I've realized that not everyone here is from California, or even from the same -- world as I am. Which got me thinking about stuff. Stuff of the supernatural variety. You know, ghosts, witches, voodoo magic, superpowers, werewolves. [He manages to sound very casual at the last bit. Aw yes.]

I'd like to know if anyone here has experience with those kind of things. And if you don't want to tell me, uh that's fine. I don't judge. I'm not really in a position to do a whole lot of judging considering...my situation. But yeah, it'd be nice to know.

[And he'll be sitting at this computer in the library, pretending to do something else while waiting. He's got a bunch of books all piled up by his chair, and most of them are things like Le Supernatural. Guy's gotta do his research!]

[Saya is looking uncharacteristically weak. Her skin is dull and pale and her eyes have the faint beginnings of dark circles beneath them. The hospital is in the background of her shot but she's walking away from it, not toward.]

Do you believe the bots won't let me get my transfusions? They told me it was a waste of medical resources and threw me out.

[She's obviously ticked off, but also very, very tired-looking.] What kind of place prefers people to drink blood rather than get it through an IV?

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~]

[The feed clicks on, and Eddie is staring a little doubtfully at the steak and beer that have been set in front of him. They need to be careful now--cautious. They've alerted their prey in their early rage, and until they get their full strength back, they need to lay low. Peter Parker isn't the only one who can hide in plain sight. He's wearing an orange jump-suit, like all the other prisoners. It's not real clothing though--his Other is quite useful.]

...Was kinda freaked out, wakin' up, findin' out I was in prison. But then they're givin' me steak? Beer? Can't figure out if I'm dreamin' or this is just... weird.

Keep thinkin' if I roll with it, it won't sink in. [He sighs, grabbing a knife and a fork.] Anyone feel like dinner?

((OOC: Eddie can be found at the Sizzle and Sear, in Sector 2. He will not be showing the symbiote unless you really, really tick him off, so even if it appears in some of his icons, try to ignore it! <3))

[so besides from finding out that you're stuck in prison for life what could be worse? Oh yeah finding out that a clone of you is back home hanging out with your friends, going to your school, and living with your dad.]

[Stiles looks up at the domed ceiling, flat on his back on the sand. The waves lap at his feet, but he can't really bring himself to care. He remembers the last time he went to beach. He and his dad had packed the Jeep and driven half way there before they had to go back, thanks to sheriff business, but they promised each other they'd try and go again.]

[And they would. Except Stiles would be here on this beach, while his clone - He rolls sharply to his left and gets a face full of sand, ruining his angst moment. Sigh. Feel free to observe the pathetic lump stretched out on the sand.]

So, do messages in a bottle work here? Because I'd do pretty much anything if I could talk to someone back home. Cellphone with texting capabilities, anyone? Telegraph? ...Cans with string? There has to be some way, right? ...There has to be.

[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.]

Moving sucks. But clearly, we just need to have a party to break this place in and get to know everyone.

[Bright smile]

Who's in?

Okay. I don't know who's responsible for this.

But whoever it is? Haha. Very funny. Hilarious!

Nothing I've done is even that bad. [...except maybe one thing, but that was still justifiable! And as if she's going to admit to feeling like shit about it openly.] Maybe by bullshit human standards, I guess, but not by my race's!

...Unless this is Terezi's doing somehow? Okaaaaaaaay. Joke's over, Pyrope! Cut the stupid mind tricks or whatever and let's finish this! I've got way more important things to be doing.

( Girl on a mission )

[Audio]

[There is no video. If she had to use an open and uncontrollable network, she will not compromise herself more than necessary.]

Information is required. Mission parameters overreached. X-Force, if present, respond. [Not X-men. She won’t use that name. Someone could be listening who does not need to know their true affiliation. After a pause than is neither short nor lengthy she continues.]

Logan… [She trails off, unsure what she was intending to say. Instead, she disconnects.]

{OOC: Laura will making her way through the sectors until she reaches Bullseye and gets some new clothes. Orange is too much for her. Feel free to run into her all over or in the store!}

[ 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! ]

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 175 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm and sunny with clear skies ].

Unclaimed personal items belonging to transferred inmates have now been cleared away. Should you be missing an item, you may request for it at the Kiosk in [ Sector 0 ]. We apologize for the inconvenience.

New inmates will be arriving in the facility shortly. Please be aware of this disturbance as you go about your day and help them get started on their [ rehabilitation ]. We value your cooperation.

Have a nice day.

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