MarinaNova Asylum

[in one of the classrooms, all the desks have been cleared away. Those who are invited (or who choose to attend) will find several pillows arranged in a circle on the floor, so that everyone can sit facing one another at more or less equal height.

There is a list of suggestions on the white board:

What did you used to do that you now think of as bad?
How long has it been since you stopped being bad?
What actions have you taken to avoid being bad?
Have you ever interacted with someone who you treated wrongly in the past? If so, describe the experience.
Explain to the group what made you realize your actions were wrong.
Discuss the role of guilt in your decision to change your ways.
Describe an action you regret having taken.]

[ When those assigned to Group 2 receive the transmission to their communicators, they are directed to one of the rooms that have been set aside for these sessions in the education center. To facilitate group discussion in a traditional fashion, the chairs in the room have been arranged into a semi-circle. The open portion of the circle faces a white board, upon which has been written an overarching theme, with a few more detailed prompts to spur deeper discussion:

Your Dreams
• Subconscious and Conscious
• Aspirations and Hopes
• Fears and Traumas
• Improving Oneself
• Accepting Limitations

Pushed against the far wall is a table with the weak yet bitter coffee such an environment practically requires, a water cooler with conical "cups" made of paper so thin it feels like it's about to give out, some bland and crumbling cookies, and a number of half-sandwiches with slightly stale bread. By the entrance is another table with blank nametags and markers, leaving it up to the participants to label themselves. ]

( ooc )

[Video | Open]
As part of my punishment I need to give a lecture. I figure I'll do it on the Defense Force. So, if you want to know more about that. Check it out this afternoon at the educational facility in lecture hall three. Open to all. [Not you, Tyki.]

[Video | Encrypted to Defense Force]
We've got ourselves some new digs. Still in sector two and not too far from the educational center, but free standing. It's one of those many empty building set up around the place. It looks like it was designed to be something retail, but I figure we can make it work. I've already found some dividers. Talk to me if you have experience building actual walls or magic wall-generating abilities.

Team leaders, I've got an idea of where I think things need to go, but I want your input.

Rebecca, you're in charge of getting dispatch relocated.

Zatanna, I want you to put in some security measures like we talked about before.

We've also been losing people to the dimensional stabilizer, so Derek is temporarily also a sector team leader. [Sorry, Peter.] He's already got a position though, so if there is anyone else looking to step up, let me know. Also, Faith will be taking over her sector. Teams are a little unbalanced right now, but instead of moving people to new assignments, let's just make it a thing that the largest teams check in with the smallest ones to help cover the sectors. When we get new people or returning people back they'll fill up again.

Questions?

[Action | Lecture]
[It isn't her first time teaching, so she's pretty comfortable at the front of the room going through her notes. The hardest part was deciding what to talk about publicly and what not to mention. The force has always been something of a topic for debate. Those present might notice she's wearing her large, metal wrist gauntlets again thanks to Zelgadis. It covers up the blue band at her wrist and they have claws inside! But if all the boys and girls are good they probably won't get popped during class.]

( Lecture notes: This is what she covered! Feel free to mingle! )

(OOC: Join the DF. Roster. Talk to me if you have any concerns/questions about anything! I turned notifs off for the mingle portion, so please tag under the subheads so I don't miss anything!)

|Action|

[before he makes his video post, he is in Tva Park practicing a levitation spell that he got from a book in the library. He's not doing too badly, but something breaks his concentration and forces him to stop - a sudden dizziness, and then a familiar and unexpected beating of wings.]

Ikol! Hm, and here I thought I was free of you - though I suppose an interdimensional prison is just the place to put you...

[Ikol settles on his shoulder and fluffs his feathers before beginning to preen, telling him Just the place to not put me, or you. Prolonged imprisonment has never been Loki's preferred style.

Loki finds he's actually a little glad to have someone from back home that he can talk with, even if that someone is his evil and untrustworthy former self.]

[[ooc note: before tagging action, please read the linked post about Ikol]]

|Video|

[he waves and smiles at the camera]

Greetings, newbies! Welcome and well met and other similar pleasantries, although I suspect you are none of you very pleased to be here.

Don't worry. I know just what will cheer you up - a game! It's called "Make guesses on the nature and timing of the next catastrophe to befall us inmates."

If anyone had the chance to meet Kurt Hummel during the few days that he was here, he's gone home. [ he'd probably been sent back when all the ghost nonsense was going on, but quinn hadn't been sure until it was over whether he was missing because of the event or because he was actually gone. ] I'm happy for him. He didn't belong in a prison.

[ with that over, it's time for part ii of this broadcast, which is a big step for quinn. she's been thinking about doing this for a while now, but contemplating it is one thing; actually going through with it is another. ]

I know not everyone went to high school or is from a world as bland and boring as mine must seem in comparison to everyone else's, but when bad things happened, we'd have support groups to help everyone get through the bad and look forward to the better. I don't know how much good that's going to do in a place like this, but I figure, it can't hurt. And... And there have to be other people out there who miss their children as much as I miss my baby.

[ there. she said it. beth isn't a secret back in lima, but getting pregnant and having a baby was something she was ridiculed for during her pregnancy and after her daughter was born. she hates that beth was a notch of shame, when she's something to be proud of. a bright, beautiful baby girl who's going to live a happy life full of everything she deserves, because quinn made the right choice. beth isn't something to hide or be ashamed of, and this is quinn's way of taking back what the halls of mckinley took from her. | BACKDATED TO EARLIER IN THE DAY. ]

[The Blood Shack has been redecorated for the evening. The lighting is red and the decor is very Moulin Rouge. The bar has had a facelift of sorts and in the spirit of a costume party is featuring 'candy' flavored shots such as Skittles, Sweet tarts, Caramel Apples, Nerds and Tootsie Rolls. All other 'normal' drinks are available at the bar as well as a selection of synthetic blood. The decor continues in the seating arrangements. The entire room, including the dance floor, stage and platform where Eric's throne sits is bathed in red light. Lording over the entire affair is Eric, dressed as a Viking king. Instead of the helm, he's got a crown made of gold foil and cardboard. His weapons are the plastic sort and he's opted to go bare chested rather than attempting to make any sort of chain mail. He has a faux polar bear throw across his shoulders and is wearing a long, blond wig as well as a fake beard.

Enjoy, mingle and come as you want to be.]


ooc:: Mingle, start threads and make general merriment. This is all pre-blackout. On Thursday evening, I will put up a post blackout thread. Any questions? Let me know

[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.]

Wait! Don't— [The voice is accompanied by a view of… the sky. Apparently the person on the other end has accidentally managed to turn on the video function without even wearing his headset.]

Is that all you have to say? [The headset is turned in his hands, and now the camera shows his face: Thorgal was shouting that last part up at the sky, but now he lowers his gaze towards the communicator instead. It's a handsome face by all accounts, but boy does he not look amused.] I at least deserve a trial, don't I? How civilised, to deny your prisoners that. [And when there's no answer he turns back up at the sky – is it apparent yet that he doesn't know in which direction to voice his complaints?] I won't be collared like a dog! Do you hear me? What about my family? I demand to see them!

[But as it becomes evident that the wardens aren't going to answer him, the anger slowly seems to ebb out of him somewhat. After several seconds of quiet fuming he sighs before sitting down, running a hand over his face. He mostly just looks weary as he adds, quietly:] I don't understand. Who are you who knows my sins so well?

[A quiet groan.] Odin. [It's said much in the same way anyone else would say "God give me strength".]

[If someone would rather not play the basic information game with Mr Didn't Read The Brochure, they may catch him sitting on a random bench in Sector 1. He's still not wearing his communicator, but anyone close enough might still hear him mutter something about "why give me such expensive clothes?". As far as he knows red dye is expensive, okay.]