MarinaNova Asylum

[ It's the final day. Sector 0 is all that remains. Where will you go from here? What will you do, now that your sentence has finished? ]

[Video]

[The clinic can be seen behind him in various states of being packed up. Maybe the other doctors are even hard at work doing just that. He already helped move all his personal things worth saving to Sector 0 and he's trusting Chuck to guard them and set up a home away from home while he helps transport some hopefully unneeded medical supplies.]

If anyone feels like proving how big and strong they are feel free to stop by the clinic and move heavy things with me.

[Action]

[And later he can be found assembling a makeshift medical tent in the last safe sector. Hopefully they won't need it. Hopefully everything will be back to normal tomorrow. He isn't exactly counting on it though.]

[Rebecca's not sure how she takes this ominous losing of Sectors or how far she should really be worried, but her brain's back in action mode and prepared for the worst. It's one of the few times she feels a pang of what it was like to be back home, when each passing second might be your last. That reminder that she's alive, not a resetable piece of data. That loss of the safety net that she had begun to cling to here.

She opens a feed and claps, dressed in a tank top with her hair pinned up. The room behind her looks disassembled, like she's in the midst of packing for vacation. In a way, she is, in at least that she's got her bag full of necessities ready by the door.]

So we're losing two Sectors. I know we all know to move it, but in those Sectors are some places that are going kaput for God knows how long. The hospital, the Shack, the convenience store and the pet cafe are in them. Now would be the time to root through them for anything to take with us, food - supplies, especially for pets that are getting displaced with us.

Ton, you and yours at the clinic - will you be alright on any supplies or should we loot the hospital while we still have a chance?

[Private to Aidan Reilly]

I want to say goodbye to the gardens, before maybe they're next to go. Meet me there?

[Private to Spike]

Will you be okay without the Shack? Is there enough blood to move for you to keep alright for a little while?

[Phanan listens to the morning announcements while he brushes his teeth, thoughtful but not at all surprised. He's been waiting for this since their transition to this new system of running things and he told Mary as much from the start. This was never an idea that was going to work long term. It's annoying not being able to do anything about it though besides maybe complain or bug Rebecca about some sort of magic computer solution. Or at least it is until he hears the end of the announcement about closing Sector 1 tomorrow. Maybe it won't be forever, maybe whatever's happening here will be happily resolved but there's no way to know that for sure and as far as he's concerned the beach deserves a proper send off. It's been a special place for them after all.

So he rinses off his toothbrush and sticks is head out into the hallway to yell.] Hey Chuck! Get your swimsuit, we're going to the beach!

Hello inmates, welcome to Day 436. Looking back into some of the results of the therapy sessions within the dome, we've examined that many people struggle with conveying thoughts through verbal speech. Looking for ways to remedy this, we have made today a hands-on project.

Present within the shops today are a selection of cakes with a variety of messages from the mundane to the deeply insightful. We hope that you feel inclined to select a cake and choose a recipient for it, to whom you can deliver it personally or have one of our drones drop it off. They will be within the dome for the extent of today for this purpose before retiring come tomorrow.

Should you not find the wording for your heartfelt messages existing, there are stations in Sector 0 where you can freely create your own designs to be distributed at your leisure. We hope you have some fun with this.

Oh, and Ms. Smoak? If you have a moment, I thought we could catch that bite to eat. My schedule's open for the afternoon.

[Jaunty tune to close it off.]

[ EVENT INFO ]

(OOC: Event Info)

[So guess who is rocking a home made dress today, formed out of a trash bag and one of the few accessories still sitting in her closet. She's not at all put off though, it was kind of fun sitting around naked all morning. The only reason she's dressed is pretty much for the sake of others while she ran about doing a few errands and started the video feed.]

Hey - uh, some day, huh? Talk about a breezy morning. [Pft.] I just wanted to show off the latest in trashbag fashion, but also to throw an idea around. Maybe today's not the best day, since I think we're all distracted, but I'm putting it out there anyway. It being that you guys are totally invited to my birthday party. And Aidan's birthday party. And our anniversary, and your anniversaries... and birthdays, half-birthdays and all that too.

[Heh.] I know I must've missed my chance for a birthday cake and can't be the only one, so I was thinking a get together to mass-celebrate all the things we could've if we'd known we should've? I was thinking beach by day, bar by night kind of thing but... today's really making me reconsider all things sandy. We'll see.

I'll do an update on location after I scope it out a bit more, but how's 431 sound? You've got two days to buy me a gift or tell me I gotta get you one - cool?

( [Action] )

[ Private to Ton, Chuck, Hazel ]

Are you kidding me? Technical difficulties my ass!

[An ass which currently has nothing to cover it.

He spent just as much time here at his parents' place as he did his own, and both were well-stocked with punk T-shirts and black jeans, so it was a rude awakening when he woke to find every stitch missing - even the sweats and shirt he'd worn to bed. Fortunately, his time as a Roman ambassador gave him one handy skill - how to properly wear a toga.

He's afraid the rest of the family might be in a similar state, so it is with trepidation and his eyes squinted that he braves leaving his room.]


[ Open to All ]

[The toga is a poor substitute for actual clothing. (Don't tell him it is an actual article of clothing. He doesn't care. It's ... breezy.) So he sets out to see if pants can be found. His apartment is, no surprise, clothes-less. So he sets out to his own shop, which should be bursting with clothes.

(It isn't.)]

[ Those who've been here longer may expect a snarky, uninterested AI right now but the voice coming through is probably only familiar to a few of you. It's accompanied by a video of a woman only those same few may recognise - the curtain has been drawn back. Say hello to the Wizard. ]

Good morning... prisoners.

My name is Mary. Some of you already know me. Some of you I've already talked to quite a bit, though you probably didn't know it was me at the time. We have a lot to discuss. I value your patience.

Yesterday, an event happened that has been a long time in preparation. Years, longer than any of you have been here but for all those preparations, it was only partially a success. You know me as your captor, perhaps as one responsible for programming the Wardens that keep you here and while that is true, that isn't the whole truth. You see, I've been trying to liberate you. I've worked undercover with the Dome Project for a long time in order to accomplish this and yesterday the moment of action came.

Unfortunately, I failed. I was able to steal the simulation that makes up your world, this world but I was not able to bring your physical forms with me. Don't worry - they're quite safe where they are but while you are no longer in prison, you are still imprisoned. At the moment, there's little I can do to change that without drawing the attention of the very people who wants to keep you in this dome for the rest of your lives. I don't ask for forgiveness, but perhaps patience. I do care about you deeply, dearhearts.

I'm sure this is confusing. I will do my best to answer any questions you may have, but one thing I can say right now - this is not a prison. There will be no rules, no requirements. If you need something, tell me or my colleague and it will be provided to you in due time. You are perhaps not free, but you are free to govern yourself as you see fit. I wouldn't dream of knowing how to do it better.

Thank you for your time.

[Of course he's not okay, he doesn't sound okay. He's handling it better than he would have even a few weeks or months ago, better than the last time he called him during an emotional crisis but it's a neat thing. And while everyone here will miss Kitty there's really only one person he can think of calling today, one person who will probably be taking it as badly as he is even with all the ups and downs their relationship had.]

Feel like sitting on a roof and being sad with me?

[Action | Closed to Chuck]

[He spent most of his night tossing and turning instead of getting any real sleep but he did drift off eventually. When he starts to stir always in the morning he's almost afraid to open his eyes and see if he's not alone anymore. Well, eye. But he's not getting a clear view of the situation from the mechanical one just now.]

[Video to Nico]

So, good news, apparently I was crazy next day so no need to panic. [Everything is fine son who called him dad and he's not making a big deal about it but yay!] Call off the search party that you probably didn't actually send out.

[Video to Hazel]

Hey, are you okay today? Chuck and I are fine so it looks like something weird was happening today after all.

Network Post
[An odd looking face appears on screen, something like a lion mixed with a human, a reduced snout, green eyes, and Ash grey fur. Under all that fuzz, there's an almost cub like quality to his face denoting youthfulness, and the mane stop his head, adolescence. He has cut off the collar and sleeves of the jump suit for the being.

His eyes flick to the screen briefly and his brows knit somewhat.]

Oh. That’s on record, in’it? It is. Um. Uh. Hi. Hello. I’m Shadow and --

[He clams up, not really sure what to say lest it come off as awkward, since this really was awkward. He also seems a bit jumpy, as a sentinel moves behind him, spooking him. He scurries off to a tree and hides behind it, but appears to have one of those deep fried macaroni things to snack on.]

Them droid things are a menace, but only cos I got a power suppressor thing on. How do you get these things off?

Also, I wanna know if my dad is here. Or isn't he? Anyone seen a guy with robot legs and an eyepatch? He's also like a pirate and he's way more a crook than me. This place must be filled with villains and crooks. [He offers a sheepish smile, as he finds this entire thing to be strange and foreign to him. He exhales softly and fiddles with the device before the feed goes dark.]

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Action
The clothes were garish, and he usually didn't care about how his clothes looked as long as he had them. He cut through the top half of his jump suit and ditched it, leaving him clothed in only orange pants with part of the suit tied around his waist to keep them from falling off. He'd torn off the pants below his heels as well so he had mobility. So now he was running on all fours through the district, trying to see what the full range of the power restrictions were. He'd jump and climb on anything he could reach, trying to climb to the top of buildings for a bit of parkour. They didn't seem to be restricting his more natural gifts so that was a plus.

Trouble is he isn't exactly a seasoned pro so he makes plenty of clumsy mistakes, like missing a landing and falling into a window, or falling to the ground if he doesn't catch himself.

It's either that or he's exploring a shop or two, especially if there's food involved.

[ Open To All - Daytime ]
<sub>[ If Kirk had his choice, he would have taken being a woman all day again over this day.

It had all started so normally, waking up and showering and going about his morning workout. Everything should have just been a normal day without to much to worry about, right? But that was what he had seen it. That familiar fluff of hair resembling an overgrown dust bunny. At first glance, it was adorable. It would have been the star attraction at any pet store. But for those that knew them? They were horror incarnate.

He yelped and dove after the creature, only for it to slip through his fingers. Had they always been so quick? It didn't matter, he had to find it. Find it before it reproduced and they had an infestation of biblical proportions on their hands. Which means that people can find him running about frantically, searching hi and low for something.

Sadly, his search would end up suspended at some point in the afternoon.

It's a bit hard to search, after all, when your hands are the size of cartoon surgical blow up gloves. No, really. They hardly look like human hands at this point - more like bloated shapes slapped together, or a balloon animal. If it wasn't that, his tongue went completely numb and he could do little more than mumble his words or slur them. Never mind the random bouts of passing out, or feeling so dizzy and woozy that he stumbled like a drunkard.

God, he would never forgive Bones for screwing with his allergies. Hopefully not to many people saw him like this, though. Small mercies, please. ]</sub>

[ Closed to Wade - Night ]
<sub>[ He debated for longer than he should have. He lay there in the dark, feeling it creeping up, and after the way this day had gone, he didn't have to really think to hard on what it was. He had dreamed it so often in the early days after it happened, this phantom pain that haunted him, a nagging reminder and enduring punishment.

Perhaps he could make it through the night. Perhaps not. But there was one thing he knew for certain - if this got to be to much, he did not want to face it alone. Not this time. Not like in his nightmares. Let this, at least, play out differently. He hoped he would be forgiven for showing such a sorry sight.

He dialed the first number he had saved, groaning as the pain mounted. ]</sub>

Hey, Wade? Do you mind coming over tonight? I could use the company.

[Open to Chuck, Phanan, and Nico]

[Morning rolls around, the light through her window difused by the fog drifting around. Hazel gets up, goes through her morning ritual: brushes her teeth, brushes her hair, has breakfast in the kitchen before going to get dressed. Something about today seems off, though she can't place why.]

[Closed to Chuck. Even though he can't see her.]

[Normally Phanan is excellent about rolling with the punches this place throws at them. See being tiny the other day, for instance. Weird but he went with it. Today is not destined to be one of those days, although the doesn't know that quite yet. What he does know is he wakes up and Chuck is gone. But maybe it's something totally innocent. She could just be up already making breakfast or doing something else Chuck-like. No need to panic. Yet.]

Chuck?

[Open]

[There will be panicking later though, all over the dome in fact. Even with all evidence pointing to her being lost in the dimensional stabilizer or whatever excuse the Wardens come up with for when people vanish he's not giving up hope just yet and is on a dome wide Chuck hunt.]

[Kitty waits until the team gathers into the Defense Force headquarters. Once upon a time this team was big enough that having a meeting inside would have been uncomfortable. That hasn't been true for awhile. She loudly taps a pen against a desk a few times to get everyone's attention before she starts.]

You were probably hoping I scheduled this surprise meeting so I could deliver a long speech at you, and your hopes are being fulfilled. [A pause as she once again considers not moving forward with this.] I have been thinking about the Defense Force and where it started and how it's changed and the direction it could or maybe even should move in for awhile now. We're a smaller team than we once were and I've been wanting to refocus our efforts more on the investigation side of things, but our numbers don't reflect that. I think a lot of us are here because we do something similar back home. We protect. We fight. We have a team to support us. We wanted that here too, but I'm not sure the needs of this prison support that now. I'm not sure they ever did. I'm not saying we haven't had successes. We have. I'm proud of what we built and what we've accomplished even if it's surprising how completely unpopular a team for saving lives and getting people home is. [She's taken the brunt of that message too. Complaints and criticisms from what they did to stop Spike from attacking people to just not getting everyone home within a few months time against impossible odds.]

I think it's time for a fresh take on this idea. And the thing is... It's not going to be with me. [Just looking out at everyone.] I don't think leading a team is what I should be doing right now. It's meant a lot to me. It's been the only thing that got me through some hard times. But it's not here for that.

I've talked to Jack and he's not going to be moving into the role either, so where this leaves us is kind of up to all of you. And before anyone volunteers I just want to say take some time to think about it. Think about whether you have a direction and a passion for it. Also, it won't be my call to make what happens next, so you'll just have to see if others will follow if you want to lead. Which means, for the moment, there is no Defense Force.

[And with that her speech is over. Time to see what comes next.]

(OOC: Discussion post.)

[You know, when she went to bed last night she knew leaving a line of code to run through a few filters was probably a stupid idea. Having done it plenty or not back home, there's something to be said about glass houses and rocks. But really, when did simple hacks garner any more punishment than a public roasting and some menial tasks? Man, maybe this is her punishment? But the lack of a morning shaming sort of makes her wary - but doesn't take away from some of the curiosity of suddenly having a dick in her panties.

Which she's looked at a little. Little more than maybe she should've.

But after a while, she's stuffed it back in her pants and speaking of pants, her skinny jeans really aren't cutting it today. So for the morning (and let's face it, the entire day most like) Rebecca's rocking this put together look as she races out the door to see what else she may or may not have fucked up.

While doing so, she opens a video channel with a huskier than normal voice:] In advance, I might be sorry. I'm not sure yet? So don't quote me. Because I might not be - because this may not be my fault at all and strictly a coincidence.

[Laundromat; Afternoon]

[So after a bit of reckless running around in very comfy stretch pants, Rebecca's added some clothing to her wardrobe but still faces the looming chore of doing a few weeks worth of laundry - why not do it today. Because when she's not distracting herself with code (and error messages and the reality of what she might've done) having some offline chore helps? That's a lie. It's not really helping and she can't tell if it's because it's boring or because she can't wear any of her clothing, so why is she bothering to wash it all?

Sitting in front of a rolling wash, she's stretching a strappy red thong out between her hands with a bored look. And a pile of other women's panties next to her that aren't getting folded or put away. Feel free to stumble in on this crucially weird looking moment.]

[Daffodil Dive]

[Becca's swinging by to catch lunch and do a low key check in on some select, favorite people. The doctor kind that are actually really important. And who ironically can't get her pregnant anymore - hey, is that what this is about? Maybe? No. They wouldn't. Still looking like a puked up crayon, Rebecca folds back her hood when she goes in and goes straight for the bar to look for Chuck. She'll be there for lunch, and then some. Angsty darts seems fun too, with all the testosterone in her leggings.]

(OOC: Event Info)

Hypothetically, if, as a hypothetical prank, could they get a smart person to help them build a remote controlled glider for a toy Ewok to make it fly all over the dome? [Like the Ewok toy he is brandishing at the screen right now, for example.]