MarinaNova Asylum

[voice]

I suppose I'd better ask: am I the only one seeing things? People, mostly, out of corner of my eye. People who are -- people I know are long, long dead. [ His voice is choked with emotion. ] All of them, every single one. [ He's quiet a long moment. ]

Is this one of the warden's games? [ Now his voice is rising, strident and angry. ] Is this fun for you, or are you simply so busy rebooting that you can't keep track of who's here and who isn't? Is this a system glitch? [ He's practically shouting now. ] It's not funny!

[ He stops abruptly, for an even longer moment. He mutters something before shutting it off. ] Now it feels like prison.

[ ooc: Anyone wanting to watch the Doctor in his frustration is welcome to an action thread just about anywhere you'd like in the dome. He's seeing lots and lots of dead Timelords, so he might not be the best company. ]

( [voice; closed to Rose] )

[Just when she had feeling the irony of going through capture and murder attempts when she had wanted adventure, here was another situation. But at least here there were innocent people going through the same thing. She hoped.]

Hello? Was anyone else here just…taken? [That was a question everyone could answer yes to whether they meant it or not. But she couldn’t come up with a better way to ask it.]

…Because I wasn’t exactly expecting this. [Well, with all the other recent events, it didn’t stand out much either. She smiles ruefully.] Prison is a new experience. I’ve never even heard of some of the crimes I’ve been accused of. Though the others aren’t things I’ve actually done either. [Maybe one or two, but those weren’t on purpose. Or it was in a circumstance that excused it entirely. She couldn’t have been expected to stay with Tristan when he had captured her, even if it she had agreed to cooperate afterwards.] And this prison is very unlike anything I’ve seen. This thing I’m using to speak through…[She’s not sure if this is more or less disconcerting than her being in prison.]

I’m Yvaine. I’d appreciate your answers, if you can give them. Thank you. [Her smile is nervous and awkward.]

[Garak sits in the Winery in Sector 2, calmly sipping a glass of wine -- not nearly as good as kanar, but his options are limited -- and idly examining his device.

He had listened to the message from his so-called "jailors" with a sense of surreal detachment, and he's not sure if it's because of the peculiar circumstances or the pounding in his head. Or perhaps it's simply his training that detaches him from circumstances so he can deal with them.]

Who is in charge of this place? I'd like to have words with them. They call this a prison? Hah! They should be ashamed of themselves.

[Dawn has actually been in Sector Zero for about an hour and a half. She’s been combing through all the information provided on the headset unit. She’s had time to decide that this isn’t some wacky dream her subconscious has cooked up for her. Seeing all the people walking around her, all the detail in everything around her, she even pinched herself a few times. Nope, not a dream.

She flips on the video feed.] Hi MarinaNova Asylum… well, score one for the age of technology, I guess. And hey, I guess I didn’t actually have to study for that impending college algebra test of doom that was supposed to take place tomorrow morning. Time wasted that I’ll never get back. Like, who needs college algebra except for accounting or math-type majors anyway, right? If you graduated high school, don’t you already know all the math of the basic and necessary to everyday life?

[Her rambling ends there and she grows a little more serious, pulling her lip through her teeth. She is trying so hard to put on a brave face and not freak out.] So uhm… I’m looking for someone named Buffy. Short, blonde, usually has really nice shoes and maybe a pointy stick in her hand? [She presses her lips together, stopping herself before she can go on. If Buffy’s here, then everything is going to be okay. That’s what she knows as truth right now. And if Buffy isn’t here, well she’s on the verge of a break down in which there will be many tears and much freaking out.]

I haven't seen any proof that I'm guilty of these crimes and I refuse to go along with it. [ Well, it's a beautiful day for an extremely irritated teenager to be making his voice known on the network, isn't it? That's a pity, because it's precisely what seems to be occurring regardless. Though irritated is a bit of a generalization over "very offended, somewhat confused and somewhat more frightened than anything else". ]

I'm supposed to be doing something very important, and I'm meant to be doing it right now, so if whoever brought me here would only listen to me- [ Adric breaks off with a short frustrated sound, because they won't be really listening, will they? Why should they? It's just so ridiculous to suddenly be somewhere different entirely when he was so close. When he speaks up again, it's nigh on pointing-out-the-obvious. ] It can't just wait. Whatever it is that you want, there's an entire planet at stake! Even a warden has to understand how unfair it is to take prisoners when they're trying to help people. And the Doctor might not even know.

((ooc; tagging at work, pardon my speed.))

[video]

All right, think it's about time we took a look at Sector 6. [ He nods decisively. ] Probably not quite safe, but it's worth it to get to know our fellow inmates, innit? [ He seems serious, but there's probably a gleam of mischief in his eyes. He has a strange enjoyment of exploring dangerous places. ] If anyone wants to come along, I don't mind, long as you can take care of yourself. Seems like a good use of a long afternoon.

[ He grins briefly, and then turns the video off. ]

[ The Doctor will be found just outside the Sector 6 barrier... or later, a ways inside, whichever you prefer. Time for adventuring! ]

Good morning, inmates.

Today is day [ 187 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ warm with scattered showers throughout the day ]. We apologize for this inconvenience and have provided you with indoor entertainment as compensation. For this day only, the museum will host an exhibit on [ indoors entertainment based off strategy, skill and chance ]. Please take this opportunity to further your education.

Today also marks the beginning of our [ motivational program ]. Your progress have been deemed promising enough for you to be suspectible to this type of encouragement. Please take these words to heart.

[ When one door closes another opens, but often we look so long at
the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us. ]

Requested item for [ Eric Northman ] is now available for pick-up at the Kiosk.

Have a nice day and good luck with your continued rehabilitation.

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! The museum is hosting an exhibition on board- and card-games from all over the multi-verse, complete with suitable items in the gift shop! Enjoy! )

[ seven is rather sluggish this evening, moving about at a pace much slower than her usual speedy, efficient nature allows. she's having trouble focusing, glancing over her shoulder as if hearing or seeing something that isn't there, and has recalibrated the minor sensor sweep she's running on her tricorder five times in a row. anyone who runs into her this evening/tonight (she'll be moving about the dome in various sectors) might notice she's not quite herself presently not operating at peak efficiency.

it's been days -- she needs to regenerate. but stubbornly, she continues to work without "sleep" on completing data's repairs. and, continuing to see to that very thing, she switches on her communicator. ] Commander, I require your presence. [ unfiltered, though security is presently not an issue. anyone watching might catch a glimpse of the section of a pale face and a yellow eye that she's been reconstructing for the commander. ]

So you know, back home, I kept a video blog. It was sorta an online journal for the trials and stuff of bein' a teenage vampire. Sometimes a how to guide for people who just turned, information for people who wanted to know more 'bout vampires, things like that. I had a pretty good fanbase and sometimes I even got other people to come in and talk on it too.

I was thinkin' about the network I guess and whether it'd be a good idea to continue doin' something like that here. Like the adjustments of a young vampire in this place or somethin'.

You think anyone'd be interested in somethin' like that?

[Exciting day in MarinaNova. Robots and sentinels are out in mass seeking to gather up the escaped inmates from Sector 6, but that doesn't mean they're everywhere. Lots of quiet, little nooks completely free of their protection.]

(OOC: Links! Mammoth Pillbug | Hyena Wasps | Sector 1: Main Athletic Complex | Sector 2: The Education Center | Sector 3: Pa-Ching Arcade | Sector 4: The Movie Theater | Sector 5: The Museum

OOC Information | Veridical's announcement

You are welcome to play on the mingle and/or make your own posts for this event. The pillbug will only interact with people on his thread here, but you're welcome to see him or damage he's done.)

[Michiru has discovered the chalk so she's found a relatively quiet patch of sidewalk with as many colors as she was able to gather together. She's wearing clothes that she doesn't mind getting dirty and is on her knees making a rather large chalk drawing on the ground. It's a beach scene with palm trees and the ocean in background. It had been a while since she's done a drawing at all, having been so focused on her music, that it was nice to be able to work on it, even if it wouldn't last more than an hour]

[Rose is standing on the beach and she does look amused. She's wearing the orange jumpsuit and she's got her arms crossed over her chest. It's her 'I'm having none of this' look. She's ticked. She's been left on the beach by the Doctor again. She's got a clone that she's not entirely sure what to do with, but she knows that someone has to take care of him, make him into the man he could be. The Doctor thinks she's the person for that. She still hasn't decided how she feels about that. It's the Doctor, but it's not the Doctor, not the way his other regenerations are. She does know that this isn't the time to be put in prison, particularly without her human!Doctor or her Doctor!Doctor.]

Had quite enough of beaches. Ever here 'bout timin' bein' everything?

[Big sigh.]

All right then. Anyone ever come here on purpose?

[video]

[ While the Doctor had seemed almost blase upon his arrival during fourthwall, this video post shows a distinct lack of humor. Wearing the orange jumpsuit, with his severe haircut, he looks like someone who actually belongs in prison. ]

I turn around and -- [ He sniffs, nostrils wide. ] Three days have gone, and so has my jacket. Can't say I'm fond of the ankle monitor, either.

[ He crosses his arms, movements stiff and angry. ] If Ricky'd properly erased me from the Internet -- No, never mind. [ He continues, almost muttering. ] Been heading here all my life, haven't I?

[ He shakes his head, flashes a brief smile with no humor in it. ] Well, do I get the welcoming committee again? Least I won't have to explain the name this time.

[ the ugly orange jumpsuit is of no concern to this tall blonde. she's been there for less than an hour, and she's already collecting various components for... something, arranged before her in neat, organized piles. ]

Your communications network is crude and inefficient. [ ah, borg grade insults. gotta love 'em. ] I require an interphasic scanner and a phase compensator. [ she stops to push her hair out of her face, unintentionally showcasing her cybernetic implants. this is why she never wears her hair down. it gets in the way. ] A scanner capable of multiphasic resolutions or a micro-caliper would also prove to be useful.

...thank you for your time. [ spoken almost uncomfortably, like a forced afterthought - which is exactly what it is. ]

[ the sound of the heavy bowling balls rolling down the lanes and then the clink! of pins can be heard in cycles in the background. ]

I remember this place quite well, though I was only here a short time. And that was not so long ago, either! [ she takes a deep breath, and then exhales a sigh. ] Yes, the air quality is very lovely. And your network is rather pretty, if not unfamiliar to me.

Who among you would enjoy describing what it is you do with your lives in prison, and if any of you enjoy bowling? My visual sensory units are not repaired, so you may find it very easy to win against me! That is, until I convince this cute little headset do the looking for me...