MarinaNova Asylum

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?

[So. Frogs.]

[It may be less of a draw for a lot of people than the vibrator thing was, but PM is definitely one eager attendee of today's exhibit!]

[The carapacian lady can be found either cooing over the live specimens, carefully reading the displays of the ones that are not so much alive, or perusing the gift shop for amphibian- and frog-related offerings.]

[ Hello, Marina. Let me introduce you to one Benjamin Franklin Pierce, Captain in the US Army and meatball surgeon extra-ordinaire. Though on this particular day he's more confused than anything else, still dressed in his military fatigues and trademark red bathrobe. No jumpsuit for this fellow, although the welcome message sure failed to shed any kind of light on the situation.]

Y'know, for as often as I've been court-martialed, no one ever bothered to tell me that prison could be this easy to confuse with Tokyo. All you need is a couple of geisha girls and a few bad decisions and you've got yourself a perfectly good R&R. Sure beats breaking rock at Leavenworth.

[ There's a pause. A small moment of pondering, if you will.]

Say, just out of curiosity... is there a Dr Freedman in the house? I think he owes me a couple of sessions.

((OOC: if you're gunning for action, Hawkeye can be found on a leisurely stroll through Sector 3! If your characters are likely to recognize him, they're welcome to!))

[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.]

I have to say, I’m not particularly impressed with the wardens’ fashion sense. Although I suppose if everyone’s dressed the same I can’t complain of looking the fool, since we’ll all be fools together! As stifling of individuality as that may be – but then, I suppose that’s sort of the point, if we’re in prison?

[he waves at the camera] Hello, fellow inmates! I am Loki, and I assure you I am not a foolish sort of person.

I do hope this thing is on. Otherwise I’d be talking to myself, and that really would make me look ridiculous.

[Hope you Avengers (and girlfriend) weren't looking to sleep late, because Tony's taking a chainsaw to the walls. Didn't even know you wanted renovations, did you? You're welcome. And you're in luck, because the music drowns out the other noise.]

[Various other happenings are of course occurring in the ever-busy Avengers Temporary HQ, and this is the place for them, so have at it. Or wait a few hours and Tony's dragging you all to see the new "exhibit." ;D ]

((OOC: Mingle-style! Use this prompt or not as you like. What's your Avenger doing today?))

[Thor was delighted to find that his powers had been restored to him as soon as that infernal device had been removed, and as promised, he can be found in the park, roaming from one end to the other as he scouts out their battleground. It won't be long until he sends out a short message to Piter.]

I am ready when you are, friend.

[It's party time, excellent! The festivities are at Lyrical, the karaoke bar in the third sector. Come sing, come delicious eat food made by the hostess and Elena and Rogue. But mostly, come to drink and be social.

EVERYONE'S INVITED. So post your threads and comment around! This party is about getting know everyone who comes!]

[Tony chose the middle of Sector 1, since that seems heavily patrolled. He's set up a little contraption to which he's liberally applying socket wrenches and tiny screwdrivers. A field trip, if you will, getting some fresh air while he works.]

[And it just so happens, that occasionally something will pop out of the device. A laser beam, a tiny piece of what looks like scrap -- it's moving too fast to really tell. Wouldn't you know it, the frequency of these occurrences is significantly higher when one of the patrolling bots is in the line of fire. Totally incidental, he assures you.]

[And to make it look incidental, he also fires off some rounds at other random times. The ones that are not headed directly for a bot are basically the equivalent of a nerf dart, or a laser pointer, however. He's looking for the appearance of randomness, not to hurt people.]

[Anyone walking by, I hope you like loud music. Oh, and random projectiles.]


((OOC: First thread is closed to Thor and Jane and takes place earlier in the day! Feel free to get hit with a harmless object or laser beam, but the serious stuff is ONLY fired at bots.))

[Jane's been waiting for an hour. Surely this place isn't that large, to make Thor not show up in that length of time.]

Thor? Where are you? I've been waiting for an hour now.

[ there's a small, somewhat fond smile on atton's face when it finally materializes on the screen -- but, if you look carefully, there's a drink in his hand. behind him: a dimly lit room, a somewhat jazzy tune floating through the air. yeah. he could get used to this. ]

Better than most of the cantina dives I've been too-- could use some decent booze, like say-- some juma? But, hey! I won't complain.

[ taking a moment to take a gulp out of the glass-- smirking slightly at the taste because wow that is some bitter whiskey. he likes it though. pretty decent drink. ]

Anyway, I figured this would be a pretty decent way to meet the people I've been talkin' to over the commlink. How do you guys feel about knockin' back a few together?

Anyone else is welcome to join in too-- more the merrier, right?

[ one, last final flash of a grin-- an almost sarcastic dip of his head and a tip of his glass before the transmission clicks off. ]

[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?

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.]